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

However, it was not so difficult for Domi.

No matter how much there is on the magic blackboard, with the blessing of "reading ten lines at a glance," he can absorb it all with just a glance, and then he only needs to focus on memorizing and reciting it, which is much more efficient.

So he was still quite at ease, but he pretended to be struggling, afraid that Connor would push him harder during the evening tutoring session...

After barely getting through the morning's academic classes, he would have to endure the bizarre training in the afternoon that treated him like a monster.

His muscles ached just thinking about yesterday's training.

However, the pain was mixed with pleasure. Sparring with Altaïr also improved his proficiency in the Shadow Flow Technique. With each punch, he could feel the 'qi' within his body vibrating and slowly increasing in quantity.

Morning breathing exercises and practicing the Shadow Flow Body Technique are two ways to increase Qi.

He had a premonition that once the total amount of 'qi' increased, and he could circulate it throughout his body like Kayn, the Shadow Flow technique would be able to enter the next stage.

As Domi's movements became more and more skillful and his actions more and more agile, Altaïr was amazed by Domi's progress and had to unleash more and more of his power to deal with him.

Even so, Altaïr only used 20% of his strength.

"A heavy, focused strength, the agility of a cheetah on the wilderness, and the eyes that hunt its prey—that's good."

While effortlessly parrying Domi's punches and kicks, Altaïr said:

"But do you know what you're still missing?"

Domi didn't answer because he remembered the rule of 'no speaking without permission,' and if he didn't follow the rules, he would get a beating from Altaïr, who ostensibly said it would help him toughen up.

Altaïr gave a cruel smile:

"You still lack a resolute determination to fight to the death, a ruthless willingness to be like a moth drawn to a flame!"

"But your identity and your family are destined not to give you such an opportunity."

"Useless trash, do you know what kind of person you'll become in the end?"

"A pretty face who only knows fancy moves and is actually useless in a fight, with no real combat ability whatsoever."

If others are aggressive, you can only retreat step by step; if others fight desperately, you are destined to be a stepping stone.

Carlos's expectations will become an achievement that only you can relish.

"What should I do?" Domi finally blurted out, and was then kicked hard against the wall by Altaïr's half-hearted whip kick.

Fortunately, he managed to concentrate his remaining energy on the spot where he was kicked the moment he was kicked; otherwise, he would have been in more than just a few breaths.

Altaïr also figured out that Domi was very resilient, which is why he went a little harder on him.

He slowly walked up to Domi, who was slumped on the ground against the wall, and looked down at the rookie.

Domi looked up and saw Altaïr's eyes, which were filled with murderous intent yet incredibly cold—the kind of eyes that only appear after killing countless people.

“How do you do it? I’ll tell you what to do,” Altaïr crouched down, close to Domi, his beast-like eyes staring straight at him:

"Death—face it, overcome it, conquer it! Fight for your life, turn the tide in desperate situations, and only then can you make a name for yourself! Transform, elevate!"

Chapter 45, Section 44: The Day of Enlightenment

After saying that, Altaïr called over his subordinate, took a document from him, and tossed it to Domi.

Domi picked up the document and saw that it contained detailed information about several people, almost exposing their private lives completely.

There were three adult men, two adult women, and one elderly man, all with the same surname—Kingsley.

"A family?"

“That’s right, the Kingsley family, which was established in the Brofield Territory during your grandfather’s generation, was a minor noble family with some history.”

“They were all well-behaved before, paying tribute every year and obeying our every word. However, during your grandfather’s retirement and Carlos’s time in charge of the family, they sided with another powerful figure, who turned out to be our enemy.”

"Actually, these traitors had already planned to move out of Bloomfield. If that were all, it would be fine. Their mistake was that they planted some time bombs here before leaving and embezzled money by ignoring Bloomfield's laws."

Domi asked with some doubt, "Then why don't you get rid of them? This threat has probably been going on for quite a while, hasn't it?"

Altaïr nodded, acknowledging this:

"To be honest, it would only take the time it takes to eat dinner to get rid of them, but who would bother with the food reserves beforehand?"

"Whenever the family needs money, they slaughter them; whenever the younger generation needs a whetstone, they use them as a tool. That's why food reserves still exist."

"You're lucky, you're a good-for-nothing, but you still have a reserve of food to be your mentor."

"So you want me to kill them? Wipe out their entire families?"

“That’s right. To be precise, we’ll only kill their patriarch, Vincent Kingsley. We’ll handle the others.”

Altaïr spoke casually, as if killing an entire family was nothing to be proud of, his spirit of regarding human life as worthless was taken to the extreme.

"Don't worry, their child was deliberately killed the day before you came for training, and they're probably still mourning him now. It won't make you hesitate to do it. The others deserve what they got."

"What about their children? Did they also deserve what they got?"

Domi wasn't suddenly suffering from a maternal instinct; rather, he wanted to know how the wills of Altaïr, Fomalhaut, or Bloomfield considered matters involving morality.

Arterton paused, seemingly surprised that Domi would ask such a question; it didn't seem like it...

But he still gave an answer:

"No snowflake is innocent in an avalanche. Even if we spare their children, will their children forget this hatred?"

"In the assassin profession, the worst thing is to be merciful, the second worst is to leave the enemy without eliminating them completely, and the third worst is to be careless."

"And what about trust? What does trust mean to an assassin?"

Trust is a virtue among assassins.

Observe from afar, but do not touch. You can trust your companions to a certain extent, but never leave no room for error. Always remain cautious, and you will live longer.

After listening and thinking for a while, Domi said:

“I think I understand, Vincent Kingsley, right? When are we going to make our move?”

"Since this is your introductory lesson, it should naturally be conducted during class time. There's no better time than today, so let's do it this afternoon. Get ready, I've put the things in that corner."

He pointed to a corner of the room, where the light shone and revealed a set of civilian clothes, an ordinary dagger, and a pair of black gauntlets with barbed finger bones.

"Once you're ready, I'll take you down the mountain. From here on, you'll have to walk the rest of the way on your own."

"By the way, does my dad agree?"

"The moment he sent you to Fomalhaut, it all said it all, Dominic."

……

In the training room, Domi took off his training clothes and changed into the clothes that Altaïr had prepared for him: a brown linen vest and a pair of gray-brown trousers. His shirt was originally white, but it had turned a little yellow due to sweat stains.

From top to bottom, everything exudes the word "poverty".

Wearing this outfit, he could easily blend into the crowd of ordinary people.

However, his appearance and hair are too conspicuous, so he will probably need to have some work done after he gets out.

He strapped the dagger with its leather sheath to his waist with his belt, and tucked the gauntlets into his bosom. With that, he was fully prepared.

He arrived at the tavern, where Altaïr led him out of the castle through an underground passage...

The exit is the toilet of a women's branch hospital. There's a special place in the corner of the toilet where cleaning tools are kept. You can go out by lifting up one of the floor tiles.

Before leaving, Altaïr simply patted Domi on the shoulder and said his last words to him, "Always be cautious."

Domi took a deep breath as he watched Altaïr's figure gradually disappear at the end of the passage.

"Okay, okay... It's just killing someone, nothing difficult."

He knew that what followed was the real reality, not the training ground his family had created for him.

Seemingly having made up his mind, he finally lifted the floorboards and crawled out of the passage.

The surroundings were very dark, and the pungent stench, mixed with the smell of hormones, was so strong that it was unbearable to smell.

The sounds of vomiting or sexual intercourse could be heard from the toilet stalls from time to time, and Domi really didn't want to stay there for another second.

So, steeling himself, he left the restroom, went into the corridor, climbed out of the window, and entered a small alley.

However, the smell still lingered on his clothes, which he found very unpleasant.

Just then, three more people walked into the alley.

It is a classic example of street bullying.

However, they are all quite young, only a few years older than Domi.

The two bullies were a tall, thin man and a short, fat man.

The bullied person was a thin, pale-faced man with decent looks, who looked like an easy target.

Domi used his invisibility spell and watched from the sidelines, showing no intention of intervening, as he didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

But he suddenly realized that the skinny man's clothes seemed to fit him quite well; they were even a bit loose on the skinny man, but probably just right for him.

"Looks like you're pretty lucky."

He approached the two men while invisible; however, his invisibility would reveal his outline if he moved violently.

It doesn't matter, as long as they can't see their own faces clearly.

Domi moved closer, grabbed the fat man's wrist, and threw him over his shoulder!

It slammed to the ground with a thud, making a dull thud.

Then he tripped the skinny guy again, dragged the fat guy up, and slammed him down.

Domi quickly dealt with the two little Karami.

From Morey's perspective, a blurry figure suddenly appeared, quickly dispatched the two bullies, and then casually began to rip off the skinny man's clothes.

These few small actions had a great impact on his young mind.

He stared wide-eyed, watching the whole thing in disbelief. The once arrogant bully had been dealt with just like that?

But soon, he realized his current situation—

A powerful figure suddenly appeared and helped him, but he didn't seem to be a good person.

"Uh... I didn't see anything. If all else fails... maybe I should just pass out?"