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

"Find him! Go down and search immediately! Conduct a thorough search; he can't have gone far!"

However, no one expected that Domi had already returned to his new hideout, a suburban villa owned by Rockefeller.

Before the final step of the plan is completed, those whose identities and appearances have already been exposed need to lay low here for a while.

The axe, crackling with lightning, cleaved down with precision until it severed the insulated shackles made of dark gold that Domi wore.

"Seriously, young man, you're really brave. You can even sell yourself like this."

"You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub... But in hindsight, the risks were worth it."

“Oh, right,” Domi shook his body like a golden retriever, rubbing his slightly sore wrists. The heavy shackles fell to the ground with a clatter, creating several deep dents, which made Afu’s eyelids twitch.

"During the time I was arrested, was there any news from the church?"

As Domi's thoughtful little assistant, Forty-Seven steadfastly carried out her tasks even during Domi's two-day absence, and said:

"The Vatican has issued a proclamation that the ceremony for Miss Jeifer to be canonized as a new saint will be held in the 'Papal Square' one week from now."

"The wanted criminal Death Omen has been arrested, and the Feather Clan is negotiating with the Vatican regarding a compensation plan for the threat of war."

"There are only these two things worth noting, young master."

Domi nodded after listening, understanding completely.

Having reached this point in the plan, he no longer intended to use a false identity to infiltrate and disrupt things; the overall situation was settled.

As for Afu's identity in the monastery, since Domi never officially created a squad, Afu is still a completely law-abiding citizen, including Forty-Seven.

She always wore a hooded hat while at work, so no one knew what she actually looked like.

Domi herself can also remove the mask and appear in her true identity.

So apart from the shill, the other three could walk openly on the theocratic road without anyone suddenly arresting them.

Of course, it's best to avoid encountering 'old acquaintances' if possible.

"Then for the next four days, everyone can enjoy yourselves in the villa. I will arrange for people to take care of you."

At this moment, Domi once again used his long-lost ability to make money.

"And what about four days later?" Afu asked curiously.

"Four days later, after we create the illusion of entering the Holy Kingdom, we can openly participate in the coronation ceremony of the saint."

"But young master, Tuo'er still needs to stay at the villa..."

Everyone turned to look at the shill who seemed to have already been destined for the titles of 'living alone in an empty house' and 'lonely old man'.

However, he simply waved his hand and said, "You don't need to worry about me. I have no interest in being crowned a saintess or anything like that. I'll probably leave here in four days."

"Aren't you going to wait until the contract is dissolved before you leave? What if something unexpected happens?"

Domi still remembers the contract that the Goblin Saintess signed with Tori.

They must agree to help her return to her priestly robes in order to find the way back to the surface. The child must also follow the terms of the contract, or else he will be struck by lightning and die.

Is he really that indifferent to matters concerning his own life? If it were the Sun King, he would probably be keeping a close eye on things, afraid that the slightest mistake might occur. This guy was finally resurrected, so he definitely cherishes his life.

To Domi's surprise, he patted Domi's shoulder with his large, fan-like hand and gave her a thumbs up:

"Young man, I believe you can do it."

The toddler's pigeon-shaped headgear was pointing out the window, towards the west.

"Moreover, something in the darkness is calling to me, and my heart is so impatient that I cannot delay!"

"Where did you learn so many idioms?" Domi couldn't help but complain.

“Last time, Afu gave me a copy of the Idiom Dictionary. Thank you, Afu, it’s very useful.”

Afu nodded blankly, never expecting to receive such belated thanks here. Back then, he had grabbed the book and started devouring it as soon as he got it, showing how eager he was for knowledge...

Domi immediately thought of the Sun King's existence, guessing that the awakening of the Sun King's memories had made Tori sense something.

For childcare workers, this feeling is probably like ordering takeout but not being able to find a video to watch.

"I understand. If you need anything, just let me know. Anything that can be solved with money isn't a problem."

Afu twitched her lips, thinking to herself, "Damn capitalism! They don't care about Tori at all, they're just accepting Domi's kindness."

"Thank you, young man. If possible, I would like to have a mount."

"A mount... I understand, I'll prepare it for you on the fourth day."

-

That day, another group of Feather Clan members returned to the Holy Kingdom, because the aura of the Death Omen had once again appeared in the Holy Kingdom.

However, this time the Kingdom of the Church firmly rejected the Feather Clan's request to enter the country; they were not pushovers either.

Moreover, the Feathered Clan doesn't have such a suitable reason as last time; taking any further steps might lead to a complete breakdown in relations.

The considerable number of people could only be broken up into scattered groups of winged tourists entering the religious kingdom.

With such a high level of search intensity, Domi, even wearing a mask, dared to sway and wander in front of them.

While the Feather Clan searched desperately for traces of the omen of death, Domi and his group enjoyed a hot pot meal at the villa.

the next day.

The news that the Feathered Clan had finally managed to capture Death Omen, only to have it easily escape back to the Theocracy, spread like wildfire.

In an instant, the Feathered Clan became the laughingstock of half the continent.

This joke will probably last for at least half a year.

And this time, the restaurant in the villa served American-style barbecue again.

Day three.

Under pressure, public opinion, and a sharp drop in search efforts, the Feathered Clan eventually withdrew from the Holy Kingdom in disgrace. They covered their faces with hats as they left, afraid of being seen and ridiculed.

They've lost face internationally!

Today, Domi and the others ate fried chicken.

Yes, while the Feather Clan was desperately searching for him, Domi was already planning to open a chain of restaurants with these new dishes.

They have now opened their first shop in the country, named 'Shangri-La'.

The name comes from the Champs-Élysées in a previous life.

Located on the central axis connecting the Louvre and the Arc de Triomphe, it is also known as the Avenue de Triomphe and is one of the world's three major bustling central streets, as well as one of the world's top ten most charming pedestrian streets.

Domi used this as a veiled reference to commemorate their triumphant return from the Feather Clan.

At the same time, he also swaggered into the interior of the Holy Kingdom from outside the city walls with Forty-Seven and Afu in a luxurious carriage, revealing his true identity.

Holding a golden pair of scissors in front of a large crowd of Christian citizens, he presided over the opening ceremony of Shangri-La.

The city center, the most prosperous area.

The Shangri-La restaurant, located here, was packed with people on its opening day, with queues stretching onto the adjacent street.

Looking at the happy expressions of his former teammates through the gap between the two old shops, Tuo'er smiled with relief, then straightened his clothes and walked away silently.

Just as he said four days ago, it was time for him to embark on his own journey.

Tor arrived at a suburb outside the walls of the theocracy, holding an address given to him by Domi, where the promised mount was kept.

He asked Domi what kind of mount it was, but Domi remained mysterious and didn't answer.

"Why learn to write those damn novels that whet the appetite..."

Soon, he arrived at the farm with the address written on it and knocked on the door.

A middle-aged man with half his face covered in stubble opened the door, stared at Pigeon Headgear, and then, as if he had seen his savior, grabbed Todd and headed into the farm.

"You must be Mr. Toddler!"

"Uh... I am, and you are...?"

"You've finally arrived! Hurry up and take that guy away. I shouldn't have been greedy for that money. Now look what happened, not only did I not make any money, but I also lost some!"

Upon hearing the farmer's words, Toll became puzzled. Before he could imagine what was going on, the farmer pulled him to the back door of the farmhouse.

Without saying a word, they pushed the door open, revealing a large open space behind it.

The ground was ochre-colored, with white fences and a beautiful birch forest in the distance, and a pair of huge ochre-colored wings that seemed to blend into the ground.

As the view gradually opened up, the true face of the owner of those wings was finally revealed to Toor.

He froze on the spot, his head slowly rising, his mouth opening wider and wider...

"Oh my God..."

The creature lying in front of Toddler and the farmer was a sub-dragon that was enormous compared to humans!

The Earth Wyvern is entirely earth-colored, and its scales are as hard as the earth itself, making it impervious to blades and spears. It is arguably the lineage with the highest physical defense among the wyverns.

Before Tore was a tamed earth dragon, its mountain-like back equipped with a saddle that could seat nearly ten people, and long, resilient reins tied to its upper jaw, allowing the dragon rider to control the direction of flight.

Before witnessing this scene, Tore had considered many possibilities.

Horses, earth dragons (large lizards lying on the ground), the Papacy's Pegasus...

But what he never expected was that Domi would bring him a domesticated dragon!

Without Elder Dragons, Wyverns became one of the highest-level mounts.

However, the cost of taming wyverns is extremely high. Unless you have a large and wealthy family, you simply cannot afford to raise them. Just the daily food alone can break the health of a fairly well-off farmer, not to mention the consumption in other areas.

However, Bloomfield happens to be a faction that can afford to keep dragon mounts.

Since it was a farewell gift, Domi simply went straight for the highest level.

Toer stroked the dragon's neck, and it was clear he liked it very much.

He then sat on Yalong's back after a few steps, waved goodbye to the farmer, and the farmer burst into tears on the spot, wishing he could take a white handkerchief to send the boy off.

With its enormous wings, Tori soared into the sky, piercing through the clouds and reaching the summit.

A gentle breeze caressed his body, and the expansive view brought him immense joy.

"You've put your heart into it, young man."

Gratitude between men is often expressed in silence.