Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

But he didn't care.

The next morning, Domi was already waiting on the roof before the sun had even risen.

"How could I run into you at this time?!"

It's Florettis. Domi was also puzzled; why did this little girl always seem to like going to the rooftop for no reason...?

"I can ask this question myself, right...?"

He saw that Afu was holding breakfast she had bought from outside: a piece of freshly baked bread and a cup of hot milk. He guessed that this was her breakfast for the day.

Besides, she wasn't wearing a casual nightgown like she was last night, but rather the sharp assassin's attire she wore when riding in the carriage.

"Are you leaving?" Domi asked, closing his eyes again.

"No, Albert is planning to take on a commission."

"Before the magical ruins open, a large amount of magical energy will gather, and hibernating beasts and monsters will also awaken. Now is a good time to accept commissions."

"I'll probably be active around this town for the next few days."

"That's it~"

Perhaps because they both liked the rooftop, Afu didn't really dislike Domi. Her previous aversion was just because he liked to lie, so she wasn't too averse to talking to him now.

"What are your plans with that man who's always silent?"

The "silent bottle" naturally refers to Forty-Seven, who never utters a single word from beginning to end.

"This one~"

"Get up in the morning to breathe in some fresh air, have a hearty breakfast, then exercise for a while, then stroll around the town and see the exotic scenery. When you're short on money, take on some commissions or something."

Afu rolled her eyes after hearing this, but she was still quite cute.

"Are you here for adventure or for tourism?"

"Probably both, haha."

Perhaps having heard something, Afu's gaze would occasionally fall on the ring that Shia had given him:

"That's true, how could someone who can afford to wear a ring like this be like us..."

"What? You want to get to know my fiancée too? She's really cute~ She can be a little fierce sometimes though~"

"I never said that!"

Thanks to this banter, the atmosphere between the two didn't become too tense.

"I'm off. Albert and the others should be waiting for me."

"Okay, be careful!"

Not long after Afu left, Forty-Seven appeared on the roof like a ghost, carrying a paper bag, and handed breakfast to Domi from inside.

"Thank you for your hard work, Forty-Seven."

Forty-seven shook his head, probably not taking this trivial errand seriously.

So the two of them sat on the rooftop, eating breakfast while watching the busy people below—shop owners, townspeople, and adventurers.

These adventurers got ready early in the morning, scrambling to accept high-quality quests in the guild.

A high-quality commission is one that is not difficult but offers high pay; who wouldn't want to get something for nothing?

Domi can understand, but she hasn't experienced it herself.

After all, he was just going there to experience it, and the commissions he was going to take were high-difficulty ones that would be difficult to find for a long time.

Such a situation will probably never occur again in my lifetime.

After breakfast and a short rest, Domi began her workout, trying to exercise her entire body.

After sweating, I quickly took a shower using water magic, then put on slime gel clothing. It was so convenient, and my whole body felt refreshed.

Afterwards, in a good mood, he and Forty-Seven strolled through every corner of the town, just as he had told Afu, he wanted to see the exotic scenery.

But after walking around, I found that apart from the slightly different architectural style and unique food flavors, it was basically no different from the Lionheart Empire.

Perhaps it's because of the proximity; the landscape might be quite different in the heart of the Northern Republic.

It was noon when we finished all of this.

He had plenty of time in the day, yet he had nothing to do!

So he pulled Forty-Seven along and squeezed into the crowded Adventurers' Guild.

Adventurer guilds in impoverished areas are basically the same as here: a large, single-story house, at most two stories.

He not only provides various services for adventurers but also runs a tavern and restaurant, making him a multi-functional individual.

The place was bustling with noise; arguments and boisterous laughter from meals filled the air, and the smell of malt liquor mixed with sweat was quite unpleasant.

Even Domi didn't want to stay in such an environment for even a moment longer.

With overwhelming force, they pushed aside all the people crowding in front of the order board.

"Hey kid! What are you doing?!"

"Can't you see what we're doing?"

Domi, too lazy to argue with the noobs about first come, first served or fairness, assertively stated:

"You guys are so slow and inconvenient, even choosing a commission is a hassle."

"What did you say, you bastard!"

A hot-tempered man couldn't stand it anymore.

First he was pushed so hard he almost fell, and now he's being mocked by this little bean sprout. How can he possibly tolerate this?

He punched him directly: "Go back and let your mom teach you what respect is!"

But the next moment, he was dumbfounded.

Domi casually raised his hand and blocked the big man's fist. The black and white mask with a smiling face seemed to be silently mocking his overestimation of his abilities.

“My mother never taught me that the strong need to respect the weak, and even if they did, there’s nothing about you that makes me feel that way.”

Then, with a forceful push of the finger...

click-

"what!!!!"

The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed in the silent guild hall. The entire place was silent except for the burly man's shrill screams that lingered in the air.

Domi pushed him, and the big man flew straight backward until he embedded himself in the stone wall and passed out.

All the adventurers looked at Domi as if he were a monster, and then let him choose any quests he wanted.

Even Forty-Seven, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but stare at Domi, though it was impossible to tell what kind of expression he had.

Domi quickly glanced at the order board, then randomly picked up the top one and handed it to the saleswoman at the counter.

"Excuse me, I'd like to take on this commission. This is my nameplate."

"Uh... I'm sorry, exterminating the Frost Wyvern is the highest level of B-rank quest. With your E-rank, you cannot accept it..."

Domi didn't speak, but simply took out Night Slayer and slammed it into the counter with a clang. He released his full aura, making everyone feel as if they were trapped in hell.

"...Ah! Very well, very well, you're hunting the Frost Wyvern tribe that dwells deep in the mountains, right? I'll take care of it for you right away!"

Carlos often reminded him that rules are rigid but people are flexible, and that with a little flexibility, others might readily agree.

"Carlos was right," Domi thought to himself.

The waitress tremblingly handed the nameplate back to Domi:

"Please bring back a piece of the dragon's reverse scale as proof. Each reverse scale can be exchanged for 10,000 Northern Shields. If you wipe out the entire dragon tribe, we will give you an additional 100,000 Northern Shields."

After all, they are not the same country anymore. The currency system of the Lionheart Empire is Bronze Eagle, Silver Wolf, and Gold Dragon, while the Northern Kingdom uses the Northern Shield, which is divided into paper money and coins.

The coins are round and feature the emblem of the Northern Kingdom, while the banknotes come in various denominations, making them suitable even for large transactions.

Ten thousand Northern Shields are equivalent to one hundred Golden Dragons.

If Domi remembers correctly, the tax rates between the two countries are roughly the same, and the fluctuation range is not too large.

"Thank you."

Only after watching Domi and Forty-Seven leave the guild did everyone dare to speak and breathe heavily.

Some even went so far as to go to the front desk and ask what the adventurer's name was.

This is nothing to keep secret.

"It was a code name, something like... Omen of Death, yes, that's it!"

Thus, the name "Omen of Death" became infamous throughout the small town.

He casually pushed a burly man three or four times his size away, only to find out the man was an archer carrying a longbow, who had accepted the highest difficulty quest, using the lowest-ranking E-class adventurer identity...

With a move like this, it would be hard for them not to become famous.

As evening fell, the guild lit candles, their warm light embracing each returning adventurer.

The group with the 'long-range turret' also returned laden with their prey.

This time, they accepted a job to kill the mutated groundhogs in the potato field. It wasn't very dangerous, and there was a large bounty from the farmer, making it a truly 'high-quality job'.

Once inside the guild, they couldn't wait to go to the waitress to exchange their bounty for the reward money.

Just as the waitress was taking inventory, the team members overheard someone at the next table talking about a legendary event that had happened that noon.

It's said that a dwarf adventurer, barely 1.7 meters tall, blew 'Iron Fist Santos' into a wall with just a breath, and there was indeed a human-shaped recess in that still unrepaired wall...

Moreover, he accepted the most difficult commission—'Exterminate the Frost Wyvern'.

"That's amazing?! He must be a very famous adventurer, right?"

"Uh... no, no, I've never heard of that name before. It's called 'Death Omen,' and he's just a newly debuted E-rank adventurer."

"An E-rank adventurer?! How did he even accept a B-rank quest?!"

"He threatened the staff, I suppose. It's said that the aura he exuded at that time was like that of a prehistoric monster, so terrifying that no one dared to breathe!"

"Tsk tsk, such strong skills so early in their career, truly a force to be reckoned with."