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

The bright red flower of the other side bloomed grandly on the man's back, and the cold liquid soaked Duomi's hands tightly holding the dagger, without any warmth of life.

poof...

Pulling out the dagger, the heartless man fell down and made a sound.

At the same time, everything around him became as illusory as a mirror.

Brighter, warm-toned lighting, dwarf bar-like décor.

There were glasses of wine and cheers, and several men in black stood up at the round table, holding high wine glasses made of wood and steel bars, and shouted his name:

"Dominic!"

"Dominic!"

"Dominique Blofeld!"

"Let us celebrate the new member's successful passing of the examination and joining the glorious Fomalhaut Division! Cheers!"

Tons, tons, tons, tons, tons...

"what's going on?!"

In an environment full of feasting, alcohol and celebration, he was the only one standing there, looking so out of place.

This sudden celebration left him confused for a moment.

He wasn't sure if he had returned to reality or was he still in a fantasy?

This concern is not without reason.

because……

The dagger was still in his hand.

The corpse whose heart he stabbed was still lying in front of him.

A corner of the hood was lifted, revealing the face inside. The face was pale, the eyes were protruding, and the words "incredible" were written all over the face.

The gradually darkening blood was even flowing out of his body, forming a pool of blood, dyeing his toes red.

Just when he fell into endless doubts, a man came to him and waved his hand: "Third Young Master, do you have any questions? I can answer them for you."

Duomi slowly raised his head, his icy blue pupils still retained the murderous look from before, making the man stunned for a moment, as if he was the next to die.

A slightly childish voice came out of Domi's mouth lightly, but the cheers in the entire bar stopped abruptly:

"So...are you my next prey?"

Chapter 26 25 Witness History

"what?"

The man felt that he had heard wrongly. He was the lifelong shadow of countless nobles and powerful men. From the moment he became famous, no one had dared to talk to him like this.

But Duomi wouldn't give him a chance to explain. The dagger reached out again, but the man in front of him easily dodged it and slapped the dagger away.

It fell off the palm and slid all the way to the edge of the table leg with a huge push.

The force was so strong that it even made his jaw numb.

This is just the strength of a casual slap...

Duomi immediately recognized the difference in strength between them. They were not in the same dimension at all, so he immediately curbed his hostility and became obedient again.

The man glanced at Duomi in surprise. How could he recognize him so quickly?

The last big boss failed to dampen his spirit. He originally wanted to take this opportunity to make amends, but he didn't expect Duomi to be so unwilling to give him a chance.

"Aren't you going to resist?"

"Surrender, surrender... I really can't beat you. I don't want this share. Please let me go."

The man smiled bitterly: "The assessment is over, I am not your enemy..."

"That's okay," the man thought that he was a Buddhist type of person. If he couldn't do something, he wouldn't force it for the time being. Sooner or later he would have a chance.

He took Duomi away from the noisy tavern and into his office, where his subordinate, the gentle guy wearing a monocle, was sorting out information.

Hearing someone coming in, the gentle scumbag Locke immediately turned around: "Sir, regarding the third young master's results..."

Just as he was speaking, Locke suddenly discovered that the third young master Dominic was following the chief Altaïr, so he immediately shut up and stopped talking. He didn't know if this could be said to the person involved.

Altaïr asked Domi to sit down at his desk, while he sat in a comfortable leather chair, with his confidant Locke standing behind him.

He put himself in a comfortable position and then said:

"Locke, tell me what you just said, so as to dispel the worries of our little detective. Haha, he just regarded me as an enemy."

"Understood," he concluded, opening his notebook:

"Third Young Master, we have made a comprehensive evaluation of your performance in the fantasy world. Your physical fitness is top-notch, and all aspects of the assessment are impeccable, especially the final level."

"That was originally not included in the total score. It was simply used to destroy the newcomer's energy. But since you killed them all, it naturally has to be included in the overall score...

According to Fomalhaut's recorded history, your score is the highest! "

At this point, Locke's tone had become high-spirited, as if he was the same as Yourong Yan.

"You set a new record and we are all proud of you!"

Altaïr also clapped his hands to express his congratulations:

"I'm so lucky to see a child as talented as you in my lifetime. Let's get back to the topic, Third Young Master, I have to confess something to you."

Duomi tilted his head. Apparently, the adults were hiding something from him.

"The chief commander of Fomalhaut, oh, that's me, is actually about the same status as the current head of the family. In front of other people, they see me as the head of the family, but in front of Carlos, I still have to listen. his."

"But this is just what other people in the family think. In fact, Carlos and I don't have that many rules. No, I made a bet with Carlos before I sent you for the assessment."

"What are you gambling?"

"Betting on what your final score will be. Carlos seems to be very confident in your talent. He is betting that you can reach the top level."

"What about you? Uh... forgive me for being rude, I don't know your name yet."

"Just call me Altaïr," he said casually.

"Okay Artest."

[You mocked the strongest assassin in the empire, the commander-in-chief of Fomalhaut, and the noble nightmare Altaïr. The villain value is +800]

Altaïr frowned hard, but he still chose to forgive him because he was Carlos's son.

"Ahem, be respectful."

“Getting back to the subject, your dad is very optimistic about you, but I don’t think so, so I lost.

According to the bet, I will bear the cost of making your first weapon. It doesn't cost much, so it's just a small bet. "

Altaïr's tone was still relaxed, and it didn't seem that painful.

"The first weapon?" Domi asked curiously.

"Yes, Fomalhaut made their fortune through assassination. Magic is often not used in assassinations, but cold weapons. Magic is mostly used to assist, so knowing a weapon is very important, and an excellent weapon with exquisite craftsmanship is also very important.

In the future training, you will try various weapons, and then you can choose the most suitable one as your main weapon. At the same time, I will also ask the blacksmith to carefully make such a weapon, and finally in Give it to you as a gift when you graduate.

In the history of Fomalhaut, this weapon is called the graduation ceremony, and it is also called the killer's first weapon. "

Domi seemed to understand the meaning and nodded in agreement: "It sounds very meaningful."

"Yes……"

There was light in Altaïr's eyes, as if these words were brought back to his memory, but he soon returned to normal.

"That's the bet, you just know.

That’s it for today. You should be tired after working for a long time. Go back first and report back on time at one o’clock tomorrow afternoon..."

On the way home, Duomi kept thinking, what kind of weapon is suitable for him?

Is it the most used dagger, or the scythe used by Kayn in the experience?

The dagger is light and versatile, while the scythe is a bit bulky, but powerful. Killing people is like cutting leeks. Both have their advantages. He has both and is good at it, so it is difficult to choose between them.

After thinking about it for a while, it still ended up being fruitless.

He decided to let time give him the answer.

Push the heavy door open and walk out of the underground passage.

When Domi returned to the castle again, it was mostly dark outside. It would be dinner time in a while, and thinking about it, there was nothing to do, so Domi got up and went to the restaurant.

He was the first one to come and sat in his seat for a long time. His boredom finally broke out.

There was nothing to eat, not even anyone to chat with!Only the maids placed dishes on the table like worker ants.

Feeling so idle, he jumped down from his chair and started wandering around the castle with nothing to do. Even though he had already destroyed this huge castle, he still enjoyed it.

After wandering around, I finally came to the kitchen.

The kitchen was extremely busy before dinner time, with the chef and the maid, and everyone's feet and hands never stopped.

When they saw Duomi actually coming here, they all stopped what they were doing and saluted him.

"Hey, no gifts, no gifts, I'll just come over and take a look. Just keep doing your own thing, don't take me to your heart."

The maids and chefs were already uncomfortable, and they felt awkward and uncomfortable after hearing this.

They always squint their eyes, trying to observe Duomi's actions with their peripheral vision, so as to be prepared before emergencies occur.

However, in front of everyone, Duomi actually moved a chair over and stood on it to watch the chef cook?

Everyone was dumbfounded. They originally thought that this half-grown child was here to cause mischief, but they didn't expect that he would end up like this.

So you are here specifically to see how food is created, right?

It is indeed an idea that a child can come up with.

Chapter 27 26 Golden Egg Fried Rice