This dragon girl raising system is a bit strange.

Streets under the cover of night.

Dressed in a black nun's habit, Ysera walked on the gravelly mud in the suburbs, her feet resting on hard stones.

For some reason, she felt her steps getting heavier and heavier.

She couldn't help but frown.

This is clearly abnormal, even different from the discomfort I experienced after taking the toluene a few days ago.

"Was there something wrong with the water I just used to wash my hands?"

Isera recalled what had just happened.

However, she did not feel nervous at all.

"madness."

She dismissed it with disdain.

The role of a saint in the church is essentially the same as that of a priest; they are skilled in purification and healing.

Throughout the entire kingdom, Ysera must be one of the most skilled healers.

It's impossible for such a small problem to stump us.

She stopped, preparing to cast a healing spell on herself.

However, the person who planned all of this clearly had this in mind as well.

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out behind her, and a sharp arrow flew through the air at an extremely fast speed, its fletching imbued with deep blue magic.

Sensing the killing intent behind her, Ysera easily dodged the arrow by turning to her left.

The wooden arrow grazed past her and landed obliquely in the mud with a "thud".

The simple, unadorned arrow was easily dodged by the saintess.

She turned her head and looked into the boundless darkness.

That arrow just now was imbued with a slight magical power.

With her exceptional magical perception, she sensed the magically imbued wooden arrows early on, which allowed her to anticipate and easily dodge them.

The opponent couldn't even conjure a pure magic arrow; they could only use ordinary arrows imbued with magic. Their strength was at most that of a third-tier ranger.

The opponent was hiding in the shadows, only revealing the direction from which the arrows came; their true form remained hidden.

The next second, another arrow infused with magic flew towards her, which Ysera easily dodged.

Even with slight physical discomfort, such childish attacks could not defeat her.

Ysera raised her right hand high, drawing an arc in the air before slowly lowering it.

A protective shield emitting a pale gold glow appeared around her.

This is the most basic and quickest defensive prayer, offering protection from the Holy Light.

Even a third-tier ranger couldn't penetrate her defenses.

Another arrow came flying from the other side.

Ysera remained vigilant and did not attempt to test her defensive abilities, thus dodging the arrow once again.

Looking at the magical arrow that had materialized on the ground, Ysera's lips curled into a sneer.

"A fourth-tier ranger?"

The physical magic arrows fired by a fourth-tier ranger are enough to break through even the simplest holy light protection.

The third-tier strength he had previously displayed was merely bait used by his opponent to lull him into a false sense of security.

If you think that a level 3 opponent cannot cause damage and do not dodge, then you will be hit by the opponent.

Ysera believed that there must be other people lying in ambush nearby to protect the enemy ranger.

The most important thing right now is to relieve the discomfort in your body.

All she needs is cover to avoid being shot, and she can heal herself in three seconds.

She observed the surrounding terrain.

Nearby, there are large tracts of vacant wasteland.

The nearest shelter is about fifty meters away; it is a low wooden hut in an abandoned residential area.

She made a decision immediately.

In the darkness, Ysera's long, slender, and fair legs moved continuously as she ran towards the distant buildings.

Every now and then, a few arrows would be shot from afar, but she easily dodged them all.

The distance between her and the building decreased rapidly.

Soon, the other party also seemed to become impatient.

The frequency of shooting increased, but accuracy was lost; many arrows could be easily dodged without even needing to be evaded.

Isera chuckled inwardly.

The other side is nothing special.

It's just a step away from the building.

The opponent's desperate arrow flew in, containing an unprecedented level of powerful magical energy, indicating that its master was at the peak of a third-tier ranger.

However, such an attack was nothing more than child's play for Ysera.

She simply stopped and turned her body slightly to dodge the arrow.

During a lull in the enemy's firing, she went behind the building.

"We're safe now."

Isera breathed a sigh of relief.

Once behind the building, there's no way the enemy can attack you.

She clasped her hands together, chanted scriptures, and prepared to release a purification mantra.

In the blink of an eye.

Her consciousness suddenly vanished into nothingness.

The space was pitch black, the air was bitterly cold and stifling.

"Dark magic?"

She realized it immediately.

He was attacked by dark magic.

However, the opponent was weak and did not drag him into an inescapable abyss.

The moment one realizes they have been attacked by dark magic, the attack has already lost its effectiveness.

In my vision, nothingness and darkness faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She opened her eyes, and the tranquil suburbs reappeared before her.

She was just preparing to face the nearby enemies.

But then he discovered that his palm was in excruciating pain.

Ysera looked down and saw her hands pierced by magic arrows.

A magic arrow pierced through both hands as the palms were clasped together.

Fresh blood flowed from the wound on his palm.

From the house behind her, a woman gracefully climbed out of the window and stood in front of Isela, watching her with great interest.

The woman, dressed in a black leather outfit, was tall and had a predatory look in her eyes. She said jokingly:

"Hunting a behemoth like you is indeed no easy task."

Isera did not act rashly.

Despite being stabbed in the hands, she was not incapable of retaliating or casting a purification spell.

It is clear that this was a premeditated attack.

First, he forced himself into a situation where he had to be purified by using a potion, and then he used the Ranger to force her into a position.

After being driven to the location pre-arranged by the other party, the female black magician briefly controlled her.

In just 1-2 seconds, during the extremely short period when one is under control, the real killing blow, the Demon Arrow, arrives.

What appeared to be chaotic shooting earlier was actually just the Ranger adjusting his position.

Ysera gazed into the darkness, in the direction from which the arrow had come, and the ranger who had caused the injury had not yet appeared.

Beside the black magician woman, another man arrogantly entered.

"Too weak, Miss Saintess."

The other party relentlessly mocked them.

"You only made it to the third stage of the plan, and you've already failed so easily."

"I haven't even made my move on the fourth stage of this plan yet."

Clearly, the other party had made a meticulous plan for her.

At this moment, Ysera remained calm, her breathing rhythmic, her chest rising and falling steadily.

"You three fourth-tier transcendents ambushed me, is that something to be proud of?"

The man smiled and introduced himself:

"I have a name, my name is Haihu."

"Also, this isn't a sneak attack, it's a righteous three-on-one fight."

Haihu is right.

It's still too difficult for a fourth-tier transcendent to defeat a fifth-tier enemy.

A sneak attack combined with a group brawl is the only way to win.

"Yet you refuse to kill me," Isera concluded.

If the other party's goal was simply to kill him, things wouldn't be like this now.

Haihu sneered, then his brows furrowed with anger, and he shouted:

"That damned man killed the Earl."

"Damn it, we haven't been paid for the past three months."

Ysera already understood the other party's motives.

"If it's just wages, I can pay that."

She could tell whether her life or gold coins were more important.

"It's not just about wages."

"We need to use you as a bargaining chip to get a check to start a new life."

Haihu didn't finish his sentence.

Isera suddenly spoke.

"Want to know why that person only killed the count, but deliberately let you go?"

This statement piqued the other person's interest.

Haihu's pupils contracted, and he asked:

Why?

Haihu wanted to know the answer.

"Do you think I'd tell you?" Isera said calmly.

She said that on purpose.

In fact.

She didn't know the details either...

Her Majesty the Princess told her nothing.

It's a bit shameful for a saint to be like this.

However, pretending to be confident now is a last resort.

At least it can buy some time, preventing the other party from killing you rashly.

Oliver quickly came to terms with it; he didn't think Isela would tell him so easily.

"It's alright." His eyes were sinister.

"In just a little while, once the drug takes full effect, Black Peony will use his dark magic to make you tell the whole truth."

Disgust flashed in Isera's beautiful eyes.

At that very moment.

In the distance, a magic arrow suddenly shot out.

It was shot at Oliver, who was grinning maliciously.

Oliver's composure vanished, his face filled with alarm, and he quickly dodged.

After dodging the magic arrow, he cursed fiercely:

"Damn gecko, why did you hit me?"

Then, the next second.

The magic arrows struck again.

Haihu raised his right hand and swung it sharply, using the force of the blow to knock the magic arrow away.

He suddenly realized a problem.

"The force of that arrow shot..."

"Is the other side not a gecko?"