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

The air was filled with more human scents: the aroma of beer, the fragrance of barbecue, and the occasional scent of perfume emanating from a passing prostitute—it was quite charming.

"Hiccup~"

"One's hometown shapes one's character. When a person leaves their hometown and comes to another place, will they settle down and take root, or will they suffer from acclimatization problems? Which one are you?"

Afu and Domi didn't make a plan, but they climbed onto the roof without saying a word.

She slowly sat down, curling her legs together and wrapping them around her arms, with the Pacific Ocean separating them once again.

"Before that, I want to find something that suits me first, and then make any plans."

"It seems you've already thought about your future path. Now you can tell me, why did you leave your original team and Albert and the others?"

Afu silently buried her head between her thighs, leaving only her eyes showing, and mumbled:

"What made me make the decision was the battle with Lance before."

"Um……"

"After that battle, I think I've seen things clearly. Perhaps others are no longer confused, but Albert isn't ready yet."

“As the team leader, he carries a lot on his shoulders. I understand his current situation, so I try to encourage and help him.”

"But the result... you saw it too."

Domi mentally reviewed the previous battle. Indeed, Afu had been shouting at Albert, but Albert hadn't recovered and would likely remain so during his recovery.

“Ever since Daniel died, Albert and I have become the backbone of the team, but how can Albert continue to be depressed, even if he doesn’t show it on the surface?”

"So I kept trying to help him get out of the shadow of self-blame and start working hard again, but in the end it didn't work out."

Afu's pupils trembled as she slowly turned to look at Domi, her voice even carrying a hint of sobs:

"A death omen... I... I'm probably completely disappointed..."

"That's a ridiculous reason, isn't it?"

Disappointed, I left the team I'd been in for several years; disappointed, I no longer wanted to work with my teammates to overcome the difficulties together.

“I tried to convince myself by saying that the environment was oppressive, but I always knew that it was my selfishness, my selfishness of not wanting to invest more in Albert, that made me decide to leave ‘long-range turret’.”

"This is... my reason."

"So, Death Omen... If you no longer want such a selfish person like me in the team, I won't complain at all."

After listening to Afu's account, Domi pondered for a long time.

He then picked up two ice cube glasses with his bare hands, filled them with drinks, handed one to Afu, and touched it with her hand as she took it.

Ding--

"Cheers to Miss Florettis officially joining my team today!"

Afu was a little incredulous that Domi had accepted her without saying a word.

"Why……"

Domi downed his drink in one gulp and said, "I don't think that's selfish."

“You’ve done everything you were supposed to do, haven’t you? Afu, you haven’t let Albert down, or let the ‘Long Range Turret’ squad down.”

On the contrary, you've given so much to this team that almost fell apart—the best years of your life, your heartfelt emotions, and all your savings. This team should owe you that.

It turns out that Domi had already discovered that Afu had left all her savings over the years to the team members, which was why her equipment had not been updated for so long.

"Besides, disappointment is a normal emotion. Everyone experiences disappointment, so there's no need to feel bad about it, right?"

"Perhaps the ranged turrets will suddenly realize their mistake because of your departure."

"really?"

"I can't say for sure, but things will always change..."

Afu's expression shifted from being touched to being relieved, and then to being calm. It's so good to have someone who understands you.

A rustling sound came from beside me.

Afu slowly got up, no longer in agony, and sat down closer to Domi, extending her hand to him:

"Thank you, Captain."

Domi smiled with satisfaction and clasped her hand.

"I hope you will continue to guide me in the days to come."

Silent all night.

The next day, Domi got up very early.

With the opening of the ruins imminent, and having slacked off for so long, he needed to warm up properly.

So after finishing his morning exercise, he barged into the nurseryman's room, dragged him out of bed, and led him to the stream behind the hotel.

It was an open space, sparsely populated, perfect for a battleground.

"Come on, Tori, attack me with all your might, let me see just how strong an A-rank adventurer is."

Having returned to his bare-chested state, wearing only a skirt armor and a pigeon headgear, Tuor scratched the back of his head, somewhat reluctantly saying:

"I define myself as a comedic character, you know. A character like that isn't very consistent in terms of combat power. When it's low, I can get chased and beaten by chickens, but when it's high, even magic nets are no match for me. Are you sure fighting me will be useful?"

Domi pointed to Forty-Seven and Afu, who were watching from the sidelines:

“三个人里就你最抗揍了，不和你打，难道和我可爱的女队员们打吗？”

The shill took a look and exclaimed, "Tsk, that's really the case!"

So he sighed and picked up the two axes:

"Let me make this clear beforehand: if I hurt you, you two ladies, don't blame me."

"I promise."

"What good are your promises, you bastard..."

The two then began a formal standoff.

Compared to the previous enemies who were either insignificant or not even human, Tori is probably the first normal and powerful human opponent.

Wielding dual axes and proficient in lightning and wind magic, combined with the berserker role, it's anyone's guess what kind of chemistry will result.

Domi opted for a more cautious approach, picking Night Slayer and then using Hound Step to quickly move forward, leveraging his agility to gain an early advantage.

Clang!

The dagger, which had been invisible, reappeared and collided perfectly with the blade of an axe.

It's clear that Todd didn't use much strength, and he even managed to use an extra axe to chop himself.

Domi's attack failed, and he dodged away, throwing out Night Slaughter as he retreated.

"Flying Thunder God!"

This sudden attack caught the shill completely off guard; he was kicked directly in the chest and stumbled backward.

"Hiss... You've got something, kid."

Faced with such a formidable opponent, Tuor dared not slack off and quickly mobilized the lightning magic within his body, with purple lightning swirling around him.

boom!

A thunderclap resounded, and the enormous Toddler vanished from its spot, leaving only an arc of electricity lingering in mid-air.

His speed has been greatly improved.

Just how powerful would a berserker who is fierce, resilient, and deals high damage have if he also possessed top-tier speed? Tuo'er gave Domi a lesson on this right there and then.

He swung his giant axe and slashed at Domi repeatedly. Domi, who was using a dagger, naturally had to avoid the attack and used his hound's pace to evade it.

The clanging sound of blacksmithing came from almost all directions.

To an onlooker, it looked like a purple arc of electricity clashed with a red arc of electricity and a black cloud in the air, separated, and then instantly moved to another place to clash again.

The two were moving so fast that Afu couldn't even see their exhaust fumes with the naked eye. Only Forty-Seven, who had received long-term training and had exceptional talent, could barely make out that the young master was being chased and beaten, and had completely lost the initiative.

There was no way around it; the attack method that Tori designed for himself was too domineering. Most people would indeed be unable to find a way to fight back, but Domi was no ordinary person.

He jerked the dagger away forcefully, and the two immediately separated.

Taking this opportunity, Domi rotated her neck and joints:

"We're getting a little excited from playing."

As he spoke, all the slime gel that made up his upper body clothes gathered on his hands, forming high-density gloves that reached his shoulders, making him look like he was wearing two jet-black and technologically advanced mechanical prosthetics.

Combined with the imposing tattoo on his chest and the explosive muscles all over his body, his entire demeanor changed instantly, becoming fierce and powerful, like a prehistoric beast.

This is Domi's unique and magnificent transformation from assassin to berserker!

At the same time, Tori also sensed the change in Domi's breathing rate; the other's aura was becoming stronger at a visible speed!

"Hey! It's just a friendly spar, there's no need to go all out, is there?"

"Full strength? Not even close."

Perhaps only Forty-Seven people at the scene knew the truth: her young master even had assassination techniques and that mysterious deep blue energy that he hadn't used.

Those two areas are clearly where the young master excels the most...

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Chapter 132, Section 131: On Postpartum Care of Pigeons

"Wow~" 18-year-old Afu couldn't help but exclaim in amazement as she looked at Domi in his Basaka form.

Is it normal for an 11-year-old boy to have such a physique?

And what's that tattoo? It's so cool!

"That's because the young master has been strict with himself since childhood and has undergone high-intensity training, which has led to his current level."

"Um... if I may ask, are you from some noble family?"

"If that's the case, then Young Master wouldn't have to wear a mask all the time," Forty-Seven said calmly.