What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

"Is there a problem?"

Duomi didn't feel anything. He wanted to see what this guy wanted to do, so he didn't fight back for the time being.

"I just want to get to know you."

He still had that false smile on his face.

"Yeah, then you'd better get to know each other."

"Oh~ why do you say that?"

"Because I also want to get to know you."

After saying that, Schnell suddenly felt as if his hand was clamped by iron vices, unable to move.

Then, a power far superior to his own came from Domi's hands.

Crackling!

In an instant, all the bones in his hand were shattered!

"what……"

Schnell, who had some backbone, just snorted.

"We're done getting to know each other, that's all."

After leaving these words, Duomi walked away.

The students who had been chatting happily with Schnell just now didn't know what to do at this moment. They all stood there and looked at Schnell with a look of resentment, while he looked at his hand that was twisted out of shape, even the big trough. Teeth will be broken...

175. Chapter 172 171 War Art Club

On the way to the social activity building, Ai Wei tilted her head and looked at Duomi, and couldn't help but curiously asked:

"Domi Duomi, what's the grudge between you and the prime minister's son? Are you so cruel?"

"Is it cruel?"

Not only Ai Wei, but also Edward and Argyle nodded simultaneously.

"Well...if I guessed correctly, it was probably around that time that we got married to him..."

After that, Duomi told the whole story from beginning to end about the bidding for the 'Book of Heraldry' in the private room where the prime minister was sitting at that auction. It didn't take much time and he finished it in a few words.

"You also know that the Book of Heraldry was finally photographed by me. As far as I know, Schnell was in the box at the time, and it was he who asked for the Book of Heraldry."

"It's like I robbed his things, so why don't you blame me?"

"I see~" Ai Wei nodded repeatedly, "I didn't expect him to be such a narrow-minded person."

"It would be better to have less contact with Schnell in the future," Argyle said, "consciously telling me that he is not a trustworthy person."

"Maybe they'll stab us in the back." Edward added.

"As the prime minister's son, he shouldn't be so stupid...intelligent, right? We are a team, what good will it do him to stab us?"

Ai Wei wanted to use some bad language, but years of upbringing allowed her to change her language in time.

At this time, Duomi, who was given the title of 'Conspirator' by the system, had the right to speak:

"That's why you don't understand Ai Wei. Never look at a person based on worldly morality, because when forced, people will do anything."

At this point, Duomi suddenly paused: "But having said that, stabbing us, or even the entire class, is not without its benefits."

"What's the benefit?"

"Forget it, let's not talk about it yet."

"Don't whet your appetite!"

The four of them walked to the club activity building talking and laughing like this.

Today, the entire street in front of the club building is very lively. Almost every club has set up a small recruitment tent on the side of the street. The club members are shouting loudly. Many freshmen are wandering around looking for their favorite club. There is a lot of excitement everywhere. With youthful vitality.

The club activities here are not like those superficial clubs in the previous life. The clubs here have a high degree of freedom. As long as they don't deliberately cause damage, they can do almost anything.

If the club performs well in its activities, it will be eligible to participate in the annual best club competition, and if it is ranked, the funds for activities in the second half of the year will be available.

The four of them were divided into four groups. After all, each of them had different interests and hobbies.

Domi strolled slowly with his hands in his pockets, looking around.

There are so many colorful clubs in front of you. There are all kinds of clubs. The more common ones are like the 'Literary Club', 'Various Sports Club', and 'Magic Research Club'.

The unconventional ones are the 'Energy Saving Club', 'Go Home Club', 'JK Hobby Club' and the like. They are niche and weird.

As he walked, Duomi suddenly spotted a club that was not so flashy in appearance and could even be called a simple club. On a red background banner were the words 'War Art Club' written in white.

A fat senior wearing glasses was lying on the table under the banner. He seemed to have fallen asleep because no one had come for such a long time.

"War Art Club? It's quite novel."

Duomi was more interested in it than those gorgeous bitches, so he walked over and tapped the table gently:

"Senior? Wake up! A new student is here!"

The slightly fat senior sat up in shock on the spot. He quickly wiped the saliva from his mouth, adjusted his glasses and looked at Duomi in front of the table:

"Do you want to join our War Art Club, junior?"

"I'm a little interested. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, that's a lot to say." The little glasses senior brushed up his scanty hair, as if he had found the last life-saving straw, and said with excitement:

"The so-called art of war means that as a commander, you should perform war as if it were an art, skillfully using tactics, arranging troops, dispatching troops, managing rear material supplies, and at the same time psychologically playing games with the opponent's commander, and finally at the lowest cost. Deal the highest damage and win a beautiful victory!"

"We have a huge sand table in our club to simulate various battles in history."

"Junior, to tell you the truth, our president is not a student, but a military adviser to the Lionheart Empire's General Staff!"

Having said this, the senior with small glasses suddenly moved closer to Duomi, leaned into his ear and whispered:

"So if we perform well in the club and pass the president's test, we may have the opportunity to serve in the Imperial Staff! I will only tell you this, my junior, and I won't tell anyone else."

It’s true that no one wants to come.

Seemingly sensing Duomi's doubts, the senior explained:

"Although our club has a small number of members, the War Art Club is really the empire's hidden talent base that specializes in training military advisors. Not everyone can become this material, so it is normal to have a small number of members."

"Junior, I see you have amazing bones. Don't you really want to give it a try? That feeling of being strategizing behind the scenes and controlling the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of people!"

Those who say they are not moved are definitely lying. Which boy does not have the dream of being a general? It is just that they have been boiled away by the warm water called life.

Since you can live your whole life again, why not experience it?

Thinking of this, Duomi made up his mind:

"Senior, can you take me to experience it first?"

Anyway, I haven’t entered it yet. If it really pulls my crotch, it’s not too late to run away.

The senior clapped his hands together: "Of course there is no problem, but because of the senior I have to recruit new people here, so you can only go there by yourself, but there will be a senior to receive you when you get there..."

Following the instructions of his senior, Duomi went all the way to the top floor of Building [-] of the club activity building. Strangely, there was only this one room on the entire top floor.

I knocked on the door out of curiosity. Not long after, the sound of slow footsteps came from behind the door. Before anyone arrived, the sound came first:

"Charles, I remember it's not time to change shifts yet..."

Then the door opened.

Even in Duomi's aesthetic sense, the senior girl in front of her is considered beautiful. She has ice-colored hair that reaches her waist. Her breasts are straight and a large area is exposed under her loose pajamas. Her mouth is He was also holding a pipe in his mouth, which seemed a bit awkward.

At this moment, he was looking at Duomi with extreme fatigue and condemnation, but he didn't see the familiar little fat man.

"Excuse me... is this the War Art Club? The senior who is recruiting new students asked me to come here."

Only then did Caroline realize that this was a new member, not that Charles had been reborn and changed his number.

"Oh, it turns out he's a new member." Caroline immediately took the pipe out of her mouth and straightened her messy clothes temporarily: "Come in, I'll show you around."

The room was very dark. As he walked inside, Duomi already knew the other person's name:

"Senior, how do you and Senior Charles usually simulate war? Do you put mini chess pieces on the sand table?"

They had just passed by the huge sandbox that the senior had mentioned, and it was inevitable that Duomi would think so.

Caroline walked in front and passed the sand table: "No, that's too primitive."

"This is an era where magic and machinery go hand in hand, my dear fellow, look here."

I saw a massage chair-like device lined up in a row against the wall. It was covered with dense magic inscriptions. At a quick glance, it seemed that there were several semi-permanent magics engraved on it.

"We call it a war simulator. As long as you lie on it, the illusion magic in it will be triggered, and your mind will be sent along the designated track into the 'real battlefield' set in advance."

"In illusion, we can personally control the entire battle immersively, which is more useful than any number of sandbox exercises."

Duomi's eyes widened, what the hell is the difference between this and VR in the previous life?He was even at the forefront of the times and fully immersed himself in it!

"It stands to reason that students like us wouldn't be able to get such an instrument."

"Then why...?"

"For the obsolete products that the president obtained through his connections, the imperial military's military advisors use more advanced versions, but even obsolete products are completely sufficient for us."

"Want to go in and experience it? I will enter another one and guide you to operate it in the illusion."

"Uh-huh!!"

There is such a thing in a small and inconspicuous club. He really found a treasure!

He stepped into the instrument, pressed the start button, and extracted part of the magic power from the magic tower into it. Several inscriptions engraved on the outside lit up slightly, like a dashboard, showing that everything was running normally.

As the illusion started, Domi slowly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he saw another scene in front of him - it seemed to be in a camp, with a table in the middle, and on it was a sand table of current events of the current war.

"Junior, you are now the commander-in-chief of this war."

Senior Caroline's voice came from beside me. She also appeared in his battle and was still online.

"What should I do?"

"Do what a commander should do."