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

There is an entrance on the west side that leads directly in. It is unclear whether the palace owner did not believe anyone would go in or simply did not keep anything safe inside, which is why they were so at ease.

Stepping into the room, one finds curved walls inlaid with gold bricks, and even the floor beneath one's feet is paved with ivory products, exuding luxury from top to bottom.

But apart from the luxurious decor, there was nothing else in the room; the entire room was empty except for an oil painting hanging on the wall directly opposite the door.

The framed image features a handsome, mature man with a large beard, dressed in royal robes and wearing a crown. He holds a long sword symbolizing power and strength and sits regally on his throne. Just one glance is enough to feel the aura of dominance emanating from him, making one feel an irresistible sense of submission.

This king seemed to have been born to conquer the world.

However, Domi could only sigh at most. After all, he had been taught to look down on the world since childhood, and that acquired arrogance had been cultivated, so he was no longer as humble as he was in his previous life.

However, Afu and her two companions were different.

When they came in, they were also shocked by the atmosphere expressed by the oil painting. Afu and Forty-Seven were fine, but Tuor stared at it for a long time.

As the two women were about to leave, Tori remained in the same position, without moving an inch.

No matter how much Afu yelled at him to hit him, he didn't react.

Just as they were at a loss, Tore suddenly knelt down, seemingly in great pain, holding her head in her hands and muttering strange, incomprehensible words, just as Domi was seeing.

His muttered words seemed to keep repeating themselves...

Domi walked over to him, bent down, and listened silently, wondering if he could glean any useful information from him.

"Iris...Iris...where are you?"

"Hehe... Haha! Your prediction came true, are you happy now..."

"Come out and see me! Come out and see me!"

"Dead, dead... It's all over..."

"Wait...who...am I?"

As he listened, Domi unconsciously widened his eyes.

A somewhat immature idea has taken root in his mind and is already showing signs of sprouting.

Is it possible that the shill is actually the Sun King?

Otherwise, why would one be distressed upon seeing the portrait of the Sun King and ask oneself who one really is?

My memories are mixed up.

This is clearly a situation caused by the awakening of memories, which has been described in many movies, TV dramas, and novels about past lives. After a person dies and is reincarnated, seeing special relics from their previous life may awaken buried memories of that life.

Tore also uttered an unfamiliar name—"Iris".

In addition, the word 'prophecy' was mentioned, suggesting that Iris might be a prophet? Did she once prophesy the downfall of the Xisha Empire for the sake of the Sun King at the time?

In fact, when he uttered those words, his identity was pretty much confirmed, but Domi and Forty-Seven Afu just didn't want to admit it.

If a companion you've spent every day with is about to be replaced by his past self, wouldn't that be equivalent to the original shill dying?

Besides, the whole reincarnation thing is just ridiculous, isn't it? Not every world has dump trucks.

After listening to the same few sentences repeatedly, Domi finally decided to move on to the next step, the next step...

But who knows what to do next? Can someone give him a childcare manual and teach him how to train him?

"Captain, it looks like Toll is foaming at the mouth!!"

"Young...Young Master, should we use healing magic?"

"This is clearly insane. Healing magic can only treat physical injuries."

"Damn it... a shill! A shill!"

Snapped!Snapped!

Afu went up and slapped him twice, trying to wake him up.

The scene was instantly filled with chaos.

In a moment of desperation, Domi caught another glimpse of the only painting on the wall out of the corner of his eye.

Since the child was triggered by seeing this painting, why not cut off the source of the memory?

They acted immediately, but the childcare business wouldn't last long.

So Domi simply flipped the painting over, making it face the person with its rear end, but that didn't work.

There's nothing we can do about it!

Domi gritted his teeth, pulled out Night Slayer, and tore this masterpiece of oil painting to shreds.

Outstanding effect!

When the painting was destroyed, the child's symptoms did indeed disappear.

Afu and Forty-Seven rushed over to check the situation, while Domi stood aside and pondered.

The oil painting has been tampered with; it's definitely targeted at the shills.

No... to be precise, it's aimed at Thor's reincarnation.

If the childcare worker is alone, or left unattended and keeps foaming at the mouth, wouldn't that be a disaster?

The Sun King back then must have thought of this, otherwise he wouldn't have taken such drastic measures. Besides, if he were to let his reincarnated body take over, what would he be left to do?

So let's imagine boldly, let things stay the same, and in the end, what will come back online will no longer be a shill, but the Sun King who died back then!

Thinking about this, Domi felt a chill run down his spine.

Just as people in the past believed that ancient people possessed spiritual power to cultivate immortality and magical power to cast spells, ancient people are viewed through a filter of 'mystery and power' by modern people.

The same applies here, except that compared to wild speculations, this world is indeed as it is.

Ancient people were generally stronger than modern people, and they possessed incredible power and technology, making them far superior.

An ancient emperor who could dominate half the world has been resurrected, using the beastly body of a puppet. Who knows how strong he will be? It's not impossible for him to punch a veil.

Moreover, as the team captain, he naturally didn't want his good teammate Tuo'er to suffer a mental breakdown. It can only be said that his quick thinking at that moment was just too timely.

“This place is a bit eerie. Let’s take Tuo’er back to the main hall on the first floor. I’ll let you know if I find anything there.”

It took the three of them working together to carry the baby, who weighed more than an ox, to the first floor and place it in a corner, where it became neighbors with the reclusive druid Harun.

Afterwards, Domi called the two women to a short distance away, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then told them about his findings and conjectures.

After listening, even Forty-Seven, who was usually expressionless, couldn't help but be moved.

How can one not yearn for ancient epics? Especially when they happen right here in our lives.

"Then... after Tori wakes up, will we be able to confirm that he is still the same person?" Afu asked worriedly.

"Emm... This is indeed a tricky question. To be honest, I haven't figured out how to deal with Toor yet, but let's wait until he wakes up first."

With nothing else of great importance to do, the three of them quietly stayed by the nurseryman's side, taking turns observing his movements.

After a while, Forty-Seven tugged at Domi and Afu's sleeves, "Tor is about to wake up."

They were still sleepy-eyed, but quickly perked up and prepared to welcome this uncertain "new babysitter".

"Ouch... my head hurts so much..." Toll held the pigeon headgear with one hand and propped himself up with the other to sit up. When he looked up, the three of them were surrounding him as if he were a monkey.

"What...what are you doing?"

"Tor, do you remember what happened before you lost consciousness?"

It seemed like he had touched a switch, because Toll said his head started hurting again and it took him a while to recover.

"Before I lost consciousness... hiss... I saw that oil painting... the person in that painting looked like me..."

"Can you tell me what you saw during that time? If you think there's something wrong, then don't say anything," Domi coaxed slowly.

“I saw him… He led his army all the way to the Northern Kingdom. At that time, the Northern Kingdom was not yet a country, but a period in which various tribes ruled independently. In a cave in a snow mountain, he encountered a witch who claimed to be a prophet.”

"she says……"

"Wait, isn't that witch dressed in a white robe, wearing an exaggeratedly large hat, and barefoot?" Domi suddenly interrupted.

"How did you know? Could it be that you can enter my mind, young man?" Toh asked with a look of surprise, though it wasn't reflected on his pigeon headgear.

“I’ve seen this person in the murals under the dome, Tore, go on, I’m starting to get to him.”

"Um……"

"The witch named Iris said that his empire would eventually be swallowed up by the tides of history, but there would still be a chance to rise again after many years. As long as he did what she said, even death would not be a real death."

"The rest of my image is a bit blurry..."

Did Iris reveal her identity?

Domi swallowed hard, his expression very serious. This was, in a sense, the answer he most urgently wanted to know.

That woman named Iris is the source of the pigeons and possesses the great power of reincarnation and prophecy. How could she possibly be a cavewoman from the desolate North?

"Have."

At this moment, Toddler's eyes revealed a complex mix of emotions, like blame, longing, pilgrimage, regret, and even admiration...

"She said she was a prophet who could foresee that person's future, the spokesperson for the [Law of Conquest] on earth, and a symbol of victory and good news—Elise..."

Chapter 139, Chapter 138: Who do you think you are?

All the known clues have been connected.

According to the woman who claimed to be the spokesperson, the downfall of the Xisha Empire was a foregone conclusion, which was consistent with the description in the murals. This showed that the prophecy had indeed come true many years later, and that the Sun King had been reincarnated as a puppet.

Therefore, her statement has a certain degree of credibility.

Based on Toher's opinion of this person, and considering the large amount of space she occupies in the ceiling frescoes, Iris was very important to the Sun King.

She gave the Sun King a glimmer of hope, and was the last straw for the entire empire.

But Domi knew very well that nothing in this world happens for free. Everything has its price; there is cause and effect, and what you give, you must expect something in return.

Iris should also get something from the Sun King.

"The Law of Conquest..."

Domi thought of this word.