This dragon girl raising system is a bit strange.

After studying the classic texts, Thor left the basement.

He glanced at the time; it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

Clumsy Lillian was already cooking in the kitchen, but Julia hadn't returned yet.

Thor sat at the dining table, elbows on the table, pondering his future plans.

According to Alice, John was once a hero of the kingdom, having killed millions of people in wars for the kingdom.

Therefore, Thor, who was mistaken for John, gained some of their trust.

However, this trust is ultimately limited.

One day, the other person will realize that they are not John.

Alternatively, once all enemies are eliminated, one will be seen as a destabilizing factor and thus eliminated.

Ultimately, they will have to find other backers.

He wanted to contact Duke Mavis, but it was difficult for him.

As long as he can't get rid of that crazy woman who's been watching him, he obviously can't go to Duke Mavis's territory.

The problem is how to get rid of that crazy woman.

Thor knew nothing about the other party's abilities, nor did he know how the other party was monitoring him.

We need to think of a solution.

At the very least, we need to figure out how the other party is monitoring us, right?

The unknown is always the scariest thing.

Once you know the methods the other party uses to monitor you, there are always ways to deal with it.

We need to find a way to test her out.

What method should we come up with?

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

A polite, rhythmic knocking sounded on the door.

Thump, thump, thump, three times in a row.

"Yulia was quite polite today."

I had never seen Yulia knock on the door when she came home before.

Especially such a polite knock.

Thor walked toward the door.

Upon opening the door, they found Alice standing there.

Alice left the academy wearing a black, tight-fitting long dress, her carefully styled hair falling over her shoulders, making her look elegant and intellectual.

She was carrying a basket of fruit. When she saw Thor arrive, she bowed politely and said with her head down:

"Hello, Mr. Thor."

Thor was getting used to the change in how he was addressed today.

One minute he's a leader, the next he's a grandmaster, and now he's been downgraded to a teacher, which isn't so bad.

"No need to be so polite."

Alice stood up and said respectfully:

"Thank you for your guidance today, teacher."

"I wonder what kind of fruit the teacher likes? This is some fruit I just bought on my way here. Please accept it."

Thor was a little embarrassed by what he said.

He didn't even know what he had just given advice to.

There was clearly nothing to teach the other person.

"No need," Thor said.

He disliked this kind of boring social niceties.

Alice stood at the door, looked at Thor's expression, pondered for a moment, and nodded.

"Understood."

"It won't happen again next time."

"But this time it's just some fruit, and I didn't secretly put any gold coins inside, so please don't worry."

Thor didn't want to get entangled in this any further.

"Alright."

He accepted the fruit basket.

There were some lychees and bananas inside.

These fruits are grown further south and are considered a rare variety in the temperate climate of the royal city.

"Teacher, may I come to your home for a while?"

Alice's true colors are revealed.

She just wanted to come and visit Thor's house.

Thor thought about it and realized he didn't seem to have any reason to refuse.

After all, we'll be working together for a while, and I'll need to ask her to participate in the system's tasks.

"no problem."

Thor led her into the house.

Alice looked up and surveyed her surroundings, and exclaimed:

"As expected of Professor Thor's house, it's clearly been meticulously designed."

"This wall is so beautiful."

Thor followed her gaze.

What I saw was a bare wall.

Was it meticulously designed?

Thor couldn't help but marvel at Alice's boasting.

To be able to say the words "meticulously designed" while facing a blank wall.

Where exactly is the meticulous design?

Alice sat in the living room, gently stroking the table with her hand, and sighed:

"As expected of Teacher Thor, the room is spotless, there isn't even a speck of dust on the table."

Thor raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Yes.

I just moved in yesterday and cleaned it last night, so there's definitely no dust on the table.

Thor was speechless.

This is such an awkward boast.

The room fell silent for a moment.

The sound of stir-frying in the kitchen became clearer.

This gave Alice a new topic to discuss.

"Is it your master's wife cooking in the kitchen?"

"There is no mistress..." Thor said.

"It's just my maid cooking."

"May I go take a look? Actually, I'm quite good at cooking," Alice said.

Since she's already said that...

Thor also felt that he should give Lillian proper guidance.

The two went to the kitchen and observed Lillian, who was frantically working at the stove, from a distance.

Lillian was wearing a white apron, holding a large iron pot in one hand and stirring it with a spatula in the other. The pot contained potatoes that had been cut into strips.

Boiled potatoes.

For Lillian and Yulia, this is already a very difficult dish.

It's already quite good if you can control the amount of salt and other seasonings well.

Alice nodded silently to the side.

"I see."

She understood again.

"No, what do you know?" Thor was speechless.

Alice looked at the dragon girl in the distance and said rationally:

"I didn't expect that Professor Thor would have such good taste, liking this kind of subspecies."

"If you say so, then it is."

Thor didn't want to argue with the other party anymore.

The two walked up to Lillian.

Lillian just turned off the heat and took the food out of the pot.

When she saw Thor arrive, she looked somewhat guilty.

"Young...Young Master is back..."

Thor had no idea what she was feeling guilty about.

It's just boiled potatoes.

How bad can it taste?

"What's wrong, Lillian? What are you worried about?"

"I'm worried...that the food I make will taste terrible."

Thor smiled and patted her on the shoulder.

"You're smart because you chose a dish of boiled potatoes; it's impossible for it to taste bad."

Thor's life experience over the past few decades told him:

There's no way you can have bad boiled potatoes.

So he scooped up a spoonful of boiled potatoes.

He put the soup and potatoes into his mouth and chewed them unconsciously.

That's when he found out.

It turns out that life experience is of no use.

He's wasted all those years of his life.

"vomit......"

Thor spat it all out.

Whose potatoes are spicy?

Spicy potatoes?

What is that??

"Lillian?! Where did you buy these potatoes??"

Lillian noticed Thor's emotions and said, feeling wronged:

"I clearly bought the most expensive potatoes, and I even used the allowance His Majesty gave me."

"One potato costs 10 copper coins..."

Thor was taken aback. Who wants 10 copper coins for potatoes?

It can't be that expensive.

So Lillian took out the raw potatoes she had bought but hadn't processed yet.

Thor fell silent.

Is this a potato?

This is ginger!

He clutched his head in his hands, exhaling a breath of despair.

Alice also realized the seriousness of the problem, and with a serious expression, she spoke with high emotional intelligence:

"As expected of Teacher Thor, he protects his maid so well that she can't even tell the difference between ginger and potato."

This time, Thor agreed with her.

"Ginger..." Lillian asked curiously, her eyes wide.

What is ginger?

Yulia used to do the grocery shopping.

Yulia is not home today.

On her first visit to the farmers' market, she was completely disoriented in the huge market when she finally found something that looked like a potato, only to discover that it was quite expensive.

Based on the principle that the higher the price, the better the quality, she bought it.

Alice smiled slightly, radiating confidence.

"Teacher Thor, let me teach your maid how to cook."

"it is good."

Thor was furious and went back to the living room alone.

I was rinsing my mouth frantically in the living room, but I could still feel the spiciness of ginger in my mouth.

It took a long time for the smell to fade.