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

Finally, he lost track of the other person in the alley between the two houses, and could only sigh in despair as he looked at the endless stream of people outside the alley.

"Sister Florettes, it's been a long time."

By this time, Domi had long since stopped identifying with that name, but when people mentioned it and it still echoed behind him, he couldn't help but feel a chilling sensation, like someone who had been disguised as a woman online and then exposed in real life.

Domi turned his head mechanically, but when he saw the face of the person behind him who knew his false identity, he was completely taken aback—the librarian of the Radiant Women's Convent.

Hidden is a forest elf with the appearance of a gentle young woman. Domi usually refers to her as Lady Hidden.

A tan linen hood covered her head, obscuring her sinister face and her symbolically pointed long ears, but not her beautiful blonde hair.

Her jewel-like green pupils were now observing the embarrassed Domi with great interest.

"What nun? Madam, please look carefully, I am a man, you must have mistaken me for someone else."

"If you dare to let your hair down, put on makeup, and then refute me like this, maybe I'll believe you."

This time, Domi was completely defeated.

Aside from Jef, he was on guard against her every single day! He even went so far as to create an older sister out of thin air! But in the end, his cross-dressing was still discovered...

“You really can see right through anything, Ms. Yin,” Domi’s surprised expression vanished in an instant, but he quickly composed himself and met her gaze with eyes that seemed to see through everything:

"No...should I call you Prophet Iris now?"

The other person slightly raised the corners of their mouth and asked curiously, "When did you find out?"

"On the afternoon you warned me to be careful not to fall, I almost fell due to a series of coincidental accidents as soon as I left the library. If it weren't for the prophet, I think no one but God could control my destiny."

"That was intentional on my part. So you used my identity as a prophet to confirm that I am Iris?"

"Yes, it's just a simple process of elimination, because you're the only prophet I know! From the murals in Sultaniyeh's tomb and the stories passed down by the Orcs of the North."

She smiled and clapped, seemingly as a reward for Domi's baseless accusations against her identity:

"You guessed it was Sister Florettis, that's wonderful."

“I have my own name, Dominic Bloomfield, and please don’t mention it again, especially in front of the real Af…”

“Mmm~” Iris nodded obediently and then said, “Now that you know my identity, can you tell me everything that has happened to the Sun King before and now? I want to know.”

Domi looked puzzled: "Aren't you a prophet? You should know these things before I do, shouldn't you?"

"I can't predict the future all the time, so why don't I live in the future?"

In other words, when I don't use my authority to foresee the future, the things I encounter are no different from what you and others experience. Do you understand?

Domi nodded blankly, only then realizing that the prophet could perform such a feat.

He then told Iris everything she wanted to know, after all, it was a promise the Sun King had made to him before his death, and he valued promises the most.

After talking so much like pouring out beans, Domi felt like her throat was on fire.

Iris seemed satisfied, then pulled her hood up and walked to Domi, at the junction of the alley and the street, the boundary between light and darkness:

"Thank you. Perhaps we will meet again in the West someday. Goodbye, Dominic."

Just when Domi thought this ancient and mysterious spokesperson was about to once again travel to some unknown distance to stir up trouble, she suddenly stopped, turning her back to Domi:

"Oh right, I haven't paid you yet."

"No need. This is an agreement between me and the Sun King. Besides, he has already given me good things."

This refers to the Sun King's blessing, which significantly boosted his three basic attributes.

“That’s different,” Iris slowly shook her head. “Tell me, career, marriage, friendship, future development, choose one area, and I’ll give you a free prophecy.”

"real or fake?"

"Replacement guaranteed."

What kind of prophecy is this? How exactly is it guaranteed to be true? Are you going to spout one more load of nonsense?

"I don't want to hear any prophecies. The future is more interesting to experience for yourself. Spoilers ruin the fun."

As Domi said those words, Iris, hidden under her hood, closed her eyes, lost in thought.

"Really... then you've lost out big time. Here, as a substitute, this is for you."

Beneath the linen cloak, a fleeting glimpse of something shimmering appeared as it flew through the air.

Upon opening my palm, I discovered it was a crystal bracelet with exquisite craftsmanship. Judging from the design, it was likely a women's bracelet.

"Wishing you a happy marriage in advance, and here's my wedding gift money for you."

"Ah this..."

Domi was about to talk to Iris again when he looked up and she was already gone.

"Okay, I've got a gift for Shia to give her when we get back."

Returning the way they came, they arrived at the restaurant. Afu and Forty-Seven walked out together, attracting the attention of many passersby as they looked like sisters.

Afu's little face was puffed up with anger:

"You said it would be quick? It's been half an hour already!"

"I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you when I get back to China."

"Who wants your compensation, ruai~"

As they strolled along, they arrived at the city gate, where two fine horses were already ready.

As the horses neighed and their iron hooves trampled, and the magnificent walls of the Holy Kingdom receded into the distance behind them, Domi and his companions finally embarked on their journey home.

Meanwhile, almost on the other side of Domi, in the southwest, west, and central parts of the main continent, Rosa, Edward, and Argyle were also on their way home.

The southwest of the mainland is the most suitable climate region, home to many beautiful water towns, and is also the location of the only 'Time Tower' in existence.

Rosa, who had traveled there, managed to obtain permission from the Time Tower's master through her own efforts and was finally able to enter the tower.

Because time-based mages need to start developing their abilities from a young age, Rosa was made an exception and began her trials at the age of 10. She could then leave the tower after two years of seclusion.

While everyone else is wandering around the mainland, Rosa is wandering through the river of time; she might just be the one who's doing the best.

Edward, who went to the West as an explorer, was a little less fortunate.

He happened to arrive during a turbulent period of merging various tribes in the Western countries. The local society was so chaotic that he was somewhat at a loss. Seeing that the time was almost up, he couldn't wait to escape.

The eldest brother, Argyle, chose to gain experience in various countries of the Central Plains.

Located in the Central Plains, a land rich in resources and fertile in land, this region has many states, but they are generally well-developed, though conflicts between them are not uncommon.

Through years of conflict and mediation, the technologies, cultures, and policies developed by these countries are highly valuable for learning from and referencing.

After all, this was something the Lionheart Empire, which unified the entire East, had never encountered before.

When the year was over, the three brothers had all grown to the age of 12 and reached school age, and the ordeal that every Bloomfielder had to go through was finally over.

Chapter 164, Page 163: The Feeling of Home

The Holy Ifamur Theocracy is located between the Northern Republic and the Lionheart Empire, slightly west of the Empire, and is closer to the Empire than the Northern Republic.

At this distance, you can comfortably ride a horse back to the starting point.

It was at this moment that his long-dormant, masterful riding skills came in handy.

With this level of riding skill, spinning a hula hoop on horseback would be no problem, and everyday riding would be child's play.

Actually, it's not just horses, because this feat doesn't specify which mounts it can be used on, so it works on any rideable creature.

In other words, even if it were a dragon, he could control it, provided the dragon didn't spit on him...

Before leaving, Domi prepared two rather strong horses. He took one, and Afu, who couldn't ride, took one with Forty-Seven. In this way, the three of them and the two horses headed towards the Lionheart Empire.

As you pass through the 'Funeral Plain' sandwiched between the six states of the Central Plains and the Empire, the overture played by the dead echoes in your ears.

After overcoming the formidable barrier, they arrived at the fortress on the border of the empire and headed south, for their homelands were all in the south, in that warm land by the sea.

The roads within the Empire were in much better condition than those outside, and the horses galloped swiftly along them. In just a few days, they came to see the small village on the border of the Bloomfield Territory.

In this idyllic countryside, one can't help but slow down and let the scenery slip away.

The horse's mane fluttered in the wind, exuding extraordinary heroism. Domi, riding on the horse, stood upright with two young girls beside him.

Looking around, although the crops and farmhouses were covered with a thin layer of snow, every farmer's face was still beaming with a happy smile.

"No natural disasters have struck this year either. I wish it could be like this every year."

“Young Master, there was actually a drought during the summer,” Forty-Seven said from the side.

With outposts all over the main continent, she could obtain intelligence from within the country through the Holy Kingdom. She would then filter this intelligence, selecting the important pieces before handing them over to Domi, otherwise Domi would be overwhelmed by information of all sizes...

She then changed the subject, saying, "However, after Lady Greta learned of the situation here, she immediately sent people to bring artificial rain, which ensured a bountiful autumn harvest."

Carlos doesn't manage all the affairs of the family alone; matters concerning people's livelihood are handled by Domi's mother.

Domi smiled slightly: "This is why I like this home. Let's go, we're not far from the main city. Maybe we can get dinner before dark."

"Can I come too?" Afu asked somewhat nervously.

It's good that she even asked; other girls probably wouldn't have the guts to ask. Being a little careless is a killer move for a girl, making it easy to win over boys.

"Of course, we'll treat all our guests to a good meal!"

Bloomfield Territory is not very large.

As Domi said, they arrived in Brofell's main city before dark, around the time when office workers were getting off work and families were starting to cook.

The magnificent mountaintop castle still stands atop the towering, solitary peak, its lights shining brightly.

Domi and Forty-Seven, who had lived there for over ten years, felt nothing at all. It was Afu who, upon seeing it, gaped in shock, stared for a long time, and finally stammered, "So big!"

"Do all the great nobles live in houses like this... castles?! Isn't that too extravagant?"

"No, it's just that our family is a bit special."

Just then, a passerby who was packing up to go home seemed to recognize Domi.

Blue eyes, gray hair, tall and thin, not very old—let's eliminate the three young masters...

"Hey? Isn't this young master Dominic?"

In this territory, the names of the Bloomfield family seem to possess a unique magic, instilling in the people an inexplicable and inexplicable fondness, even though they have never spoken a word to them.