This dragon girl raising system is a bit strange.

Behind Thor, in front of the door, came the voice of a strange woman.

He felt uneasy and turned around warily to look at the door.

"Who?!"

Turning around, I looked closely and saw that there was no one in front of the door.

The next second, the voice came from behind him again.

"As expected, that's all your ability can achieve."

Upon hearing the sound coming from the direction of the street, Thor quickly turned around to look, but there was still no one there.

Holy crap, I've run into something weird.

Thor's first reaction was to go back into the house.

However, when he placed his hand on the doorknob, no matter how he turned it, the normally smooth ring remained completely still.

He kept banging on the door, trying to warn the person inside.

However, no matter how much he knocked on the door, there was no response from inside, as if no sound could be heard at all.

A slender hand rested on Thor's shoulder, and a cold dagger was pressed against Thor's throat.

These are smooth and delicate hands, with long, fair fingers that look well-maintained.

If you only look at the hand, you might mistake it for the hand of a pampered young lady.

"They can't hear you, give up."

The voice came from behind Thor.

Thor was greatly surprised. He glanced at the blade against his neck out of the corner of his eye and dared not make a move.

He was just about to bring up the system panel to conduct a preliminary detection.

The system did not respond at all.

It's not that detection is impossible, but rather that the system panel simply doesn't appear.

Thor then noticed a horrifying fact.

I can't access the system now?

"System?" he asked anxiously in his mind.

No response.

Even the six points I used to give in response to myself are gone.

Not only that, he also couldn't sense the presence of magical energy within his body.

It wasn't the kind of exhaustion that comes after all the magic has been used up.

It's more like being stripped of superhuman abilities and completely transformed back into an ordinary person.

Sweat beaded on his forehead.

Thor calmed himself down, controlled his breathing, and said calmly:

"You're... the so-called regulator?"

The voice behind him did not respond.

Time just passed by one minute after another.

For Thor, a second now feels like an eternity.

Her fate was completely in the hands of others.

After a long while, the other party's cold voice rang out.

"There is indeed something wrong with you."

"I can't access your memories?"

"interesting."

The other party's comment on this was interesting.

Thor's assessment of this is flawed.

"This...strong woman, can we put down the knife and talk this out?"

He was 80% certain that the other party was the so-called regulator.

Judging from their respective camps, the two should be on the same side.

The purpose was to thwart Count Oscar's conspiracy.

The other party did not answer Thor's question directly.

"Tell me everything you know."

Thor's mind raced as he considered the other person's intentions.

"Should I start telling you everything from the time I was born? Sure, let me start by telling you about when I was three years old."

"In my first month as a three-year-old, I..."

This is Thor's delaying tactic.

He noticed that the delicate hand resting on his shoulder trembled slightly with anger.

Stop.

"I didn't ask you to say these things."

The woman's voice carried a hint of anger.

"What information do you know about the Earl's case?"

Thor breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the Earl's case, he was fully confident that he could handle it.

The prepared script was spoken one sentence at a time.

"In the beginning, I was the one who scouted the Earl's first branch base."

"Initially, a slave went missing from my market; someone spotted him near the Harlan slaughterhouse."

Thor wasn't lying; he had checked the slave market records and confirmed that some slaves had indeed recently gone missing and been captured for human sacrifice.

"This incident made me suspicious of the Harlan slaughterhouse."

"After that, together with a friend, I took over the Harlan slaughterhouse..."

"Who are your friends?" the other person interrupted Thor.

"A man named Melotti... a man named Melotti," Thor explained.

"She is an Assassin of the highest rank, specializing in infiltration, and is probably at the third rank. Her advantage is that she is more intelligent than a Border Collie."

Thorton paused.

After confirming that the other party did not press him about Melodie, he then began to talk about the Earl's case.

"In short, we searched the Harlan slaughterhouse thoroughly and found a map."

"The map shows other sacrificial sites."

"I gave these locations to Isera and asked her to help investigate."

"At the same time, I didn't want to provoke retaliation, so I had Ysera help me hide it."

After a moment of calm, Thor continued:

"I found the relevant plans at the Harlan slaughterhouse regarding the raid on the slave market."

"So I prepared a defense plan in advance, and captured those people in one fell swoop and sent them to the guard hall."

"You probably know what happened after that."

Judging from the abilities the other party has demonstrated,

After that meeting, everything concerning the Earl's case was under the other side's control.

Sure enough, the other party didn't want to hear the rest of the story.

That's enough.

The cold, mechanical sound didn't stop.

Why did you hide the matter of black magic?

It really is dark magic.

Thor had already considered a solution to this problem.

"Why are you hiding the dark magic? I'm worried about being punished."

This is only human nature.

Practicing black magic illegally is punishable.

While it may not result in death, a hefty fine or other punishment is still inevitable.

Therefore, concealing the use of dark magic is a perfectly reasonable approach.

"The method of cultivation?" the other party asked.

Thor continued to explain:

"I received this method of practicing black magic from my father."

When in doubt, just blame your parents in heaven.

"It's because my talent for cultivation is so terrible that my father prepared these dark magic tomes for me. Sigh."

Thor feigned a distressed and regretful expression.

He heard a scornful laugh behind him.

"Pretty pretentious, John Farrell."

These words silenced Thor.

John Farrell, that was the name of the original owner of the dark magic he practiced.

"I heard from my father that this technique may have originated from a man named John Farrell."

"But I swear, I have no basic knowledge of this person, and the only knowledge I have comes from the pitiful materials in the library."

"Not to mention I am him."

"How could someone who's been dead for hundreds of years possibly be here?"

Thor pressed the sword against his neck even tighter; the other man was clearly dissatisfied with the answer.

"Tell the truth." A cold voice rang out.

"I'm telling the truth," Thor said honestly.

That's really the truth.

He continued to remind the other person.

"You're so amazing, you must be able to detect lies or something, right?"

"Give me a lie detector test, and you'll know it's true."

After a brief silence, the other person laughed.

"John Farrell, stop pretending."

The other person's tone turned serious, with a hint of threat.

Tell me, what do you see in the future?

That's why I made these choices.