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

The bright red spider lilies bloomed magnificently on the man's back, and the cold liquid soaked Domi's hands, which were tightly gripping the dagger, devoid of any warmth of life.

poof...

The man, who had lost his heart, fell to the ground with a thud after the dagger was drawn.

At the same time, everything around us became as illusory as a reflection in a mirror or the moon in the water.

Brighter, warmer lighting, and décor reminiscent of a dwarf bar.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and deafening cheers, several men dressed in black rose from around the round table, raising their wooden and steel goblets and shouting his name:

"Dominic!"

"Dominic!"

"Dominic Brofeld!"

"Let's celebrate our new member successfully passing the test and joining the glorious Fomalhaut! Cheers!"

tons, tons, tons...

"What's happening here?!"

In the brightly lit, alcohol-filled, and festive atmosphere, he stood alone, looking utterly out of place.

This sudden celebration left him completely bewildered.

He wasn't sure if he had returned to reality or was still in a hallucination.

This concern is not without merit.

because……

The dagger was still held in his hand.

The corpse whose heart he had stabbed was still lying in front of him.

The hood was lifted slightly, revealing a face inside. The face was pale, the eyes were bulging, and the word "incredulity" was written all over the face.

The blood, which was gradually turning black, was still flowing out of his body, pooling into a pool of blood and staining his toes crimson.

Just as he was lost in endless doubt, a man came up to him and waved his hand: "Third Young Master, do you have any other questions? I can answer them for you."

Domi slowly raised his head, his icy blue pupils still holding the murderous intent from before, which stunned the man for a moment, as if he were the next to die.

The slightly immature voice that came out of Domi's mouth was light and airy, but it brought the cheers in the whole bar to an abrupt halt:

"So... are you my next prey?"

Chapter 26, Section 25: Witnessing History

"what?"

The man thought he must have misheard. He was the lifelong shadow of countless nobles and powerful men, and since the moment he became famous, no one had ever dared to speak to him like that.

But Domi wouldn't give him a chance to explain. He thrust the dagger out again, but the man in front of him easily dodged it and slapped it away.

It slipped from my palm and, propelled by a tremendous force, slid all the way to the edge of the table.

The force was so great that it even made his hand go numb.

This was just a casual snap of the hand...

Domi immediately realized the difference in strength between them, that they were not even on the same level, so he immediately suppressed his hostility and became obedient again.

The man looked at Domi with surprise. Did he admit defeat so quickly?

The final boss failed to dampen his spirits, and he had originally hoped to take this opportunity to make amends, but Domi didn't give him the chance.

"Aren't you going to put up a fight?"

"I surrender, I surrender... I really can't beat you. I don't want the points, please let me go."

The man gave a wry smile: "The assessment is over. I am not your enemy..."

"Fine," the man considered himself a Buddhist-like person, and he wouldn't force things he couldn't do for the time being, as there would be opportunities sooner or later.

He led Domi away from the noisy pub and into his office, where his subordinate, the refined-looking guy with a monocle, was organizing documents.

Hearing someone enter, the seemingly refined scoundrel Locke immediately turned around: "Ah, sir, about the third young master's grades..."

Locke was only halfway through his sentence when he suddenly noticed that the third young master, Dominic, was following behind his superior, Altaïr. He immediately shut up, unsure if he could say these things to the person in question.

Altaïr had Domi sit down at his desk, while he himself sat in a comfortable leather chair, with his confidant Locke standing behind him.

He settled himself into a comfortable position before speaking:

"Locke, say what you were going to say earlier, so that our little detective can put his mind at ease. Hehe, he was just treating me like an enemy."

“Understood,” he said, opening his notebook and summarizing:

"Third Young Master, we have made a comprehensive evaluation of your performance in the illusion. Your physical fitness is top-notch, and all aspects of the assessment were perfect and impeccable, especially the final challenge."

"That wasn't originally going to be included in the total score; it was just meant to dampen the enthusiasm of newcomers. But since you've already killed him, it naturally has to be counted in the final evaluation..."

According to records from Fomalhaut, your score is the highest ever!

At this point, Locke's tone became more animated, as if he too shared in the glory.

"You broke the record, we are all so proud of you!"

Altaïr also clapped his hands in congratulations:

"It's a blessing to see a child as talented as you in my lifetime. But let's get back to the point, Third Young Master, there's something I need to tell you."

Domi tilted his head; clearly, the adults were hiding something from him.

"The Grand Commander of the Northern Fomalhaut, oh, that is, me, is actually about the same as the current head of the family in terms of status. In front of others, they treat me as if I were the head of the family, but in front of Carlos, I still have to listen to him."

"However, this is just what other people in the family think. In fact, there aren't that many rules between Carlos and me. For example, I even made a bet with Carlos before sending you here for the assessment."

"What are you gambling?"

“Carlos seems to have a lot of confidence in your talent, betting on how high your final score will be. He’s betting you can reach the very top level.”

"And you? Uh... excuse my rudeness, but I don't know your name yet."

“Just call me Altaïr,” he said casually.

"Okay, Atai."

[You mocked Altaïr, the Empire's strongest assassin, the Grand Commander of Fomalhaut, and the nightmare of nobles. Villain value +800]

Altaïr frowned deeply, but he chose to forgive him out of consideration for him being Carlos's son.

"Ahem, show some respect."

"Getting back to the point, your dad thinks highly of you, but I don't think so, so I lost."

According to the bet, I will cover the cost of making your first weapon. It won't cost much, so it's just a small bet.

Altaïr's tone remained relaxed, as if he wasn't particularly distressed.

"The first weapon?" Domi asked curiously.

"Yes, the Northern Fomalhaut made their fortune through assassinations. They often don't use magic in assassinations, but rather cold weapons. Magic is used at most as an aid, so it's very important to know how to use a weapon, and it's also very important to have a well-crafted and excellent weapon."

In your future training, you will try out various weapons, and then you can choose the one that best suits you as your main weapon. At the same time, I will also have a blacksmith carefully craft one of these weapons, which will be given to you as a gift when you graduate.

In the history of Fomalhaut, this weapon was known as the graduation gift, or the assassin's first weapon.

Domi seemed to understand the meaning and nodded in agreement: "That sounds very significant."

"Yes……"

A glint flashed in Altaïr's eyes as if the words were reminiscent of his memories, but he quickly returned to normal.

"That's how the bet works, just so you know."

That's all for today. You must be tired after all that work. Go home now and report back at 1 p.m. sharp tomorrow...

On his way home, Domi kept thinking about what kind of weapon was right for him.

Is it the dagger that Kayn uses most often, or the scythe that Kayn uses in his gameplay experience?

The dagger is light and versatile, while the sickle is a bit cumbersome but powerful, killing people like cutting leeks. Both have their advantages, and he has both and they are both handy, making it difficult to choose between them.

After thinking for a long time, I still came up with no result.

He decided to let time give him the answer.

Pushing open the heavy door, I walked out of the underground passage.

When Domi returned to the castle, it was already quite dark outside. Dinner time was just around the corner, and since there wasn't much to do, Domi got up and headed to the dining room.

He was the first to arrive, and after sitting in his seat for a while, his boredom finally erupted.

There was nothing to eat, and no one to chat with! Only the maids, like worker ants, placed dishes on the table.

Bored out of his mind, he jumped off the chair and began to wander aimlessly around the castle, still enjoying himself even though he had already thoroughly explored the enormous castle.

After wandering around for a while, we ended up in the kitchen.

The kitchen was bustling with activity before dinner time, with chefs and maids constantly busy.

When they saw that Domi had actually come here, they all stopped what they were doing and bowed to him.

"Oh, no need for formalities. I just came to check on things. Everyone can continue with their own business and there's no need to worry about me."

The maids and cooks were already uncomfortable, and hearing this made them even more awkward and uncomfortable.

They always glanced sideways, trying to observe Domi's actions out of the corner of their eye, so they could be prepared before any unexpected events occurred.

However, right under everyone's noses, Domi actually moved a chair over and stood on it to watch the chef cook.

Everyone was dumbfounded. They thought this kid was just messing around, but they never expected him to cause such a mess.

So you came here specifically to observe how the food is made, right?

That's definitely an idea a child could come up with.

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