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

The little ice goblins responded to the king's call and grabbed their weapons:

"I didn't knock out K! I didn't knock out K!" (Charge! Charge!)

Giant Goblin Fat Guy: "Dinosaur Carry Wolf Carry Wolf Carry!!" (Eat my Phase Rush!)

Seeing this scene actually reassured Domi quite a bit.

With goblins, those peculiar creatures that love digging and burrowing, there's definitely a way out.

Chapter 128, Section 127: The Pigeon Spirit Toir Dies in the Goblin's Nest

It felt like it was being tossed up and down...

Forty-seven slowly opened his eyes. Without the black robe and hood obscuring them, the world suddenly became much brighter.

My vision followed the swaying of my body; the surroundings were a mess, littered with dead ice goblins.

It's obvious that she's on Domi's back now.

"Hey, you're awake! Are you hungry?"

"Where are we now...?"

"There was only one path in that cave, and then I found this goblin's lair. But the natives here don't seem to welcome me. They tried to kill me with a knife just because I asked for directions."

"So I had no choice but to kill them all and find my own way."

"By the way, are you hungry?"

As if timed perfectly, Forty-Seven's stomach rumbled, but she wasn't ashamed; after all, it wasn't shameful.

"It's a bit..."

"But I have nothing to eat."

For the first time, Forty-Seven felt speechless.

"But it will be here soon, because we'll be out soon! The wind direction tells me we're not far from the exit, so hang in there."

It turns out that Domi asked her if she was hungry simply to arouse her will to survive.

"I'm not that fragile inside."

"Oh, sorry, sorry. I thought you were still the same as you were four years ago. It seems people always change."

"Young Master, you...do you still remember what happened back then?"

Forty-seven seemed quite surprised. She thought... she thought that Domi wouldn't care about such a small matter at all, but who knew he still remembered.

Domi turned his head to look ahead without giving a reply, only saying calmly:

"Let's go eat matcha cake together when we get back."

"Ok!"

After walking along the winding cave for who knows how long, the scent of the wind grew even stronger.

Just when Domi thought he was about to reach the exit, he found himself in a dead end.

To be precise, at the end of the cave was a prison.

Inside was a rather abstract figure—a burly man about 2.1 meters tall, wearing a large, dove-shaped hood that obscured his face, with his chest and breasts exposed, wearing only a skirt armor, his two hairy legs crossed, and currently picking his toes.

Incidentally, the wind magic he used was what lured Domi here.

“Hey kid…” A rough, deep voice came from inside the pigeon headgear.

"Damn... this is a dead end."

“Young Master, look,” Forty-Seven pointed to the pigeon-headed giant’s foot that he was picking at, “that wind seems to be coming from here.”

"What a generous gift of crabs! Looks like I'll have to wash my nose when I get back..."

"Hey kid, can you talk to me?"

"What bad luck! I actually got tricked by a burly man with shaved feet. I'd better hurry back and take another route."

"I will follow the young master's arrangements."

"Hey!!!" The big man went berserk.

Domi scratched her ear and looked at him with an expression of complete disinterest and impatience: "Uncle, what do you want? Can't you see we're busy?"

The burly man with the pigeon-like hair stood up, walked to the railing, and his large, bright eyes seemed to radiate boundless light. He gave a thumbs-up to his chest.

How about trying swimming for fitness?

"Go to hell, okay?"

"Haha, just kidding, just kidding, I was just trying to lighten the mood~"

As he spoke, he gripped the railing tightly with a 'bang,' his tone suddenly becoming urgent and humble, his wide eyes seeming to stare directly into the eye of the soul:

"So, can you help me?"

Even for someone like Domi, refusing to help someone in distress depends on the situation.

Given the current situation where he has the full ability to rescue the person and there is no threat, he intends to take action, but he needs to first understand the person's identity and why they are imprisoned here.

Just in case, Domi first put down the weak and starving Forty-Seven, and went to the front of the cell alone.

Incidentally, he had previously thought there was no one else around except goblins, so he didn't wear a mask before encountering the pigeon man.

In other words, we are now facing him with our true colors.

But it's not a problem. If the pigeon guy insists on causing trouble, he can simply not let him out.

Domi held up one finger to him:

"First, your name, your identity, and where you come from."

"My name is Toll, I'm unemployed, an A-rank adventurer, a mid-level lightning mage and a full-rank wind mage, from the capital of the Northern Republic."

Upon learning that the magical ruins were about to open, I rushed to the area around the ruins city, hoping to pick up some quests and earn some extra money.

"I never expected... there was such an unruly old dragon here! Not only did it beat me to a pulp, it also commanded these goblins to trap me here with some unknown high-hardness material."

"I thought I was going to starve to death, but thankfully I met you all when I was about to despair, my saviors~"

Well, this guy actually answered his second question himself.

Domi still held up a second finger and asked:

"Secondly, why are you wearing a pigeon headgear?"

"Because I really like pigeons... I really like them."

"Don't you guys think pigeons are incredibly cute when they coo? They make you want to pick them up and pet them. My childhood dream has been to be a pigeon!"

"Your use of the quantifier is incorrect. Please use '条' (tiáo) to refer to them."

"Oh, I see... It's all because I'm not very educated, haha."

Sitting to the side, Forty-Seven listened to the increasingly absurd conversation between the two, his lips twitching incessantly.

She was certain that the time she spent with Domi was the period when her facial expressions were most varied.

“Alright,” Domi sighed, then held up his third finger: “Third, why did the Frost Dragon King imprison you here? What benefit does it gain from this?”

Toll shrugged: "Who knows?"

"Since you know that it is a sub-dragon king and possesses a portion of the wisdom inherited from the ancient dragons, it is normal for it to do things that are beyond the comprehension of us humans."

"After all, they are beings who can conjure up Sky City on a whim."

Domi nodded slightly, indicating his temporary agreement with this statement.

We can also glean some insights from the ancient texts we studied during our previous period of reflection.

They practically conjured up incantations of magic with their bare hands.

On a whim, he joined forces with ancient humans to create a magnificent sky city, which, although now lost, still inspires countless adventurers.

It is said that the ancient dragons also invented items that could make people live forever.

In short, these guys are both geniuses and lunatics, so it's not surprising that they'll do anything.

"Alright, I'll believe you for now, but before I release you, I need you to swear that you won't hurt us within three days. After three days, it's up to you."

"To prevent me from stabbing you in the back, I understand, I understand. How can an adventurer survive without a bit of cunning?"

After saying this, To'er put his hands together, raised his dove headgear slightly towards the sky at about a sixty-degree angle, and said in a very devout tone:

"God of Gugugu, I swear to you that I will not harm my two benefactors who saved me within three days. If I break this promise, may I die on the spot!"

(Does such a god really exist...?)

Domi and Forty-Seven expressed their doubts, but the contract did indeed take effect.

After all, the thing you swear to is the most sacred thing in your heart. This also means that when Tuor said he liked pigeons, he wasn't lying. Pigeons... no, the god of cooing pigeons does indeed have a lofty position in his heart.

According to the contract, Domi will also remove the cage from Toddler's body.

"Death Omen. This railing is unusually hard and has a high immunity to some unconventional attacks. It's absolutely impossible to force it."

"Thanks for the reminder, but I wasn't planning on forcing it."

"Susanoh."

Two giant hands were summoned, clenched into fists under the astonished gazes of the two, and then slammed hard against the stone wall to the side.

One punch after another, and soon a gash was chiseled out.

At this speed, they can rescue Toddler very quickly.

"That's right! How come I didn't think of that method? Although I don't have the ability to do it either."

In the end, it was effortless to give Toll a new lease on life. He brought out his two axes with him, and he was extremely excited.

"Hey hey hey! My shill is finally back in action! Thank you both for your generosity!"

"It was a generous act of assistance."

Just as they were about to leave together, Domi stood still.