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

Chapter 130, Page 129: Where should we fly? I want to go to the dock to clock out.

"Stop...stop pretending," Lance still tried to put on a brave face, "After killing so many whelps, you act like you still have the energy!"

"The force with which you grabbed my wrist just now didn't look like the kind of strength that could send 'Iron Fist Santos' flying with one punch!"

"You are at your last gasp! Yes, that must be it!"

"Keep your composure, everyone. Kill these three guys too, and divide their spoils equally!"

Domi revealed a playful smile:

"Oh~ are you so sure?"

"But I still have to congratulate you. You guessed right. I haven't eaten anything for a day and a night since I killed the dragon. I'm starving."

"Ha, I told you so!" Lance shouted arrogantly, pointing his short sword at Domi.

"But who told you that I make a living by physical strength?"

The terrifying pressure erupted centered on Domi.

He then disappeared from everyone's sight, disappearing into the dark clouds and teleporting to Lance's side amidst red arcs of electricity.

He didn't even see Domi draw his knife before a hideous bloodstain slowly appeared in the middle of his neck.

"Archers are not to be trifled with, even in close combat."

Lance clutched his neck in agony, his eyes wide open, only able to cough a few times from deep in his throat before collapsing onto the snow with a thud. He convulsed a few times and then died.

Seeing their captain being slaughtered like a chicken, the other team members lost all courage to fight and fled in panic, abandoning their armor and weapons.

However, Domi and his team will not let these scumbags live.

He drew his longbow and began to fire precise shots.

Each arrow carried enormous kinetic energy, capable of shattering a person's skull, resulting in a gruesome scene.

On the other side, Forty-Seven was also efficiently cleaning up the fish that had slipped through the net.

Killing people is much easier than killing dragons.

This was the first time Domi had ever seen a forty-seven like that.

He seems dull and cute in everyday life, but when he kills, he's like a completely different person, showing no humanity whatsoever and being extremely cold-blooded.

The shill's performance, however, was exactly as he had expected.

It has to be said, he truly lives up to his A-rank adventurer reputation; one swing of his axe and he's a kid in no time, all while shouting wildly:

"One potato fry, two potato fry... Hahahaha, may all the scumbags turn into potato fry!"

As expected, the fighting ability of comedic characters is always a mystery.

The situation took a complete 180-degree turn after Domi and the others arrived, a development that even the long-range turret team hadn't anticipated.

However... they were saved because of this, and then returned to the outlying town together.

The injuries on their bodies were properly treated. The only one who looked a bit disheveled was Tashan, with bandages wrapped around his hands and chest, and his arm in a sling. He looked quite pathetic.

Forty-seven's external injuries are mostly healed, but the magical runes in his body still need some time to recover.

Since all of a mage's states are related to magic, Forty-Seven has been rather listless these past few days, and it's been Domi taking care of him.

It's worth mentioning that Forty-Seven no longer wears a cloak and hood, as if he has completely severed ties with the past.

If you treat the world with your true self, the world will reciprocate with sincerity.

In addition, it seems that the pigeon spirit Toll is planning to join them.

The "they" here does not include the ranged turrets, but refers specifically to Domi and Forty-Seven.

Perhaps it was because they were both going to the Ruins City, or perhaps Domi had said he would go to the Kingdom of the Church with him.

Well, having an A-rank adventurer along makes things a bit safer.

The time for recuperation passed quickly, and the day to depart for the Ruins City was fast approaching.

Domi, Forty-Seven, and Toddler packed their travel bags and waited at the town's exit for the carriage to pick them up.

Bored, Domi took his adventurer's badge out of his pocket.

As a proud B-rank adventurer, the original iron plaque has been replaced by a platinum plaque, which is now inlaid with gold patterns, making it much more upscale.

The name "Death Omen" was written on it, next to a large "B", and below it was the location of the guild where he had advanced to the next adventurer rank.

For example, if he registered as an adventurer at the 'Giant Tree' Mage Tower, it would be inscribed with – "Rank E, Brofield - Giant Tree Mage Tower"

Similarly, advancing to B-rank adventurer in a remote town will also result in the same record.

Because the space on the nameplate is limited, the information it can record is also limited. The complete intelligence is still stored in the local guild. With this clue, at least we can follow the trail and look back at the records at that time, so as to prevent some people from committing crimes.

Seeing Domi's actions, Toll also took out his nameplate from his pocket. It was made entirely of diamonds and clashed with Domi's platinum.

A ding sound.

"Young man, strive for higher levels. One day, you too will have a dog tag like this."

"I don't need encouragement from that weird old man with the pigeon hair. If I want to get an A, I can do it in a minute!"

"Haha, young people are so full of passion!"

Forty-Seven remained silent, standing quietly to the side, but this time, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"Hey kid, the carriage's here!" Pigeon-headed boy suddenly stopped arguing with Domi, his two bulging eyes looking towards the end of the road.

Domi straightened his clothes to hide his embarrassment: "Check one last time to make sure nothing is left behind. If not, get ready to get on the bus."

I don't know why, but ever since I started hanging out with the shills, I've found it hard to control my emotions, and my inner吐槽 (tu cao, meaning to complain or criticize) spirit seems to be burning fiercely in my heart.

Is it his problem?

No! It's just that this pigeon-headed, weird old man has too many flaws!

Oh well, I'll get used to it eventually.

The carriage stopped in front of them, and luckily, it was indeed a long-distance traveler.

"It's just that the Ruins City has become quite lively lately, and many more people want to go there, so I was thinking of making some extra money." The coachman rubbed his hands together, a sly smile on his face. "Most coaches are busy running errands these days, and I don't know when the second one will be back. So the price... a little higher, is that alright for three passengers?"

At their level, a small fare was nothing to worry about, and Domi readily agreed.

Tuer and Forty-Seven had already boarded the carriage, with Domi being the last.

He glanced back at the outskirts of town one last time, marking the end of this short but still exciting adventure.

"Driver, let's go..."

"Please wait!"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind the car. Domi poked his head out and found that it was Afu.

She was still dressed in the same adventurer's outfit as before, with no upgrades to her equipment or weapons. She also had a travel bag slung over her back and was currently panting heavily, her hands resting on her knees.

"Afu?! What are you doing?"

"Death Omen, please let me go with you, okay?"

She seemed to have made a huge decision, one she pondered for three days and three nights.

"Uh, yes, but why..."

"I will explain the reasons later. Please let me join you."

Seeing the sincerity and determination reflected in Afu's amber eyes, Domi extended his hand to her:

"Come up!"

With so many people, the road to the ruins city became exceptionally lively, with Touer spending most of the time telling stories of his adventures.

The exaggerated and outrageous descriptions always made Domi and Afu laugh and complain, while Forty-Seven listened quietly, occasionally letting out a few soft laughs.

The cheerful atmosphere was so infectious that even the coachman couldn't resist joining in, chatting with them about trivial matters of daily life.

However, this sounded particularly vivid and interesting to Domi.

When bored, the trolls would suggest playing a thrilling and exciting Hearthstone game as a pastime.

Domi had no idea that even an adventurer from the northern capital had come into contact with Hearthstone cards.

However, since we've encountered a wild player, we should naturally have a friendly spar with him.

This is a tacit understanding between Hearthstone players; the stake is any card!

Then Tori lost her entire hand to Domi and kept insisting that she had to spend money to get the strongest deck when she got back, sob sob sob...

And so, after two days of joyful travel, Domi and his companions finally arrived at the Ruins City two days before the opening of the Magic Ruins.

The origin of the city's name is evident from its literal meaning: it was named after a magical ruin located there.

Actually, it originally had its own name, but the ruins were too famous, and the people of the North liked long and tedious names that outsiders couldn't remember even after living there for a week. To save trouble, they simply called it Ruins City.

As its fame spread, it gradually lost its name and was eventually renamed Ruins City.

"It is indeed five thousand Northern Shields, a truly generous offer!"

After paying the fare, the four of them finally set foot on the road to the ruins city.

"A ruined city...it's quite large!" Domi exclaimed.

“Mmm!” Afu, who was also from the Lionheart Empire, nodded in agreement.

Everywhere you look, there are buildings with a distinct northern style, with pointed roofs, exposed wooden frames, and gray or wood-colored exterior walls.

The town appears to be built on a hill, with many stone steps leading down from it.

The neat and spacious streets were filled with pedestrians and adventurers.

Countless shops line both sides of the road, with shop owners loudly hawking their wares and selling all sorts of goods, including miniature replicas of the ruins, which seem like perfect gifts for friends.

There were street performers in the square, performing what seemed to be folk culture unique to northern China.

Being there, I couldn't help but feel like I was attending a carnival somewhere.

This is what a proper foreign cultural atmosphere should be like!