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

These six bronze eagles were the deposit that Domi took from two thugs and gave to him. Were those two guys also considered the owners of the lost items?

Morey was too lazy to return the money to them, and just gave a perfunctory reply.

The woman just smiled and didn't say anything more.

Yes, given their current living conditions, why should they be considered model citizens?

That day, after dropping his mother off at home, Morey went to the market and bought a fresh beef brisket and vegetables. He took them home and cooked a beef brisket stew for the poor woman who had worked so hard for him for most of her life…

Two days later, in a villa located on the outskirts of the city.

On the spacious bed, Domi, who had just recovered, slowly opened his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyelids, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

He sat up in bed and looked outside. There was a balcony outside his room with a view of the scenery. The colorful plants were growing lushly and were very pleasing to the eye.

The door to the balcony was open, and a cool breeze blew into the room. The temperature was very comfortable, but why did the wind smell like tobacco?

After a while, a tall figure walked back into the room from the balcony. As soon as he entered, he saw the awakened Domi sitting on the bed, staring at him.

Altaïr was holding a pipe, and the pungent smell of smoke was coming from him.

"Hey, you're awake, you good-for-nothing."

"Atai...where am I?"

Domi looked around and saw that compared to the ancient and luxurious castle, this place was more simple and had a more lived-in feel.

"Oh, this is one of Bloomfield's villas on his own estate. Didn't you know?"

Why does it feel a little strange when someone else says this?

This is clearly my own home...

“Well, I really don’t know,” Domi recalled the scene and asked curiously, “By the way, what happened after that?”

Altaïr simply shrugged:

"You've completed your mission, and then I'll come pick you up with my men, and while we're at it, we'll kill off the rest of the spies. That's it."

Then he sat down on the chair next to Domi's bed, looked at Domi expressionlessly, and said:

"This enlightenment mission has now come to an end. So, would you like to know my evaluation of your performance?"

Chapter 51: Dominica Holiday

"As far as the ultimate goal is concerned, you successfully assassinated Vincent Kingsley and never revealed your true identity throughout the entire process, which I commend you for."

"But the mistakes you made during this process are definitely deductions. The most serious one is your lack of knowledge about various kinds of magic, which is why you ignored the trap in the study."

"Doesn't Connor Rivendare teach you magic at night? Learn more."

As for his heroic struggle against a hundred men, Altaïr doesn't talk about it at all.

Domi was unhappy about this. Didn't he have anything to be proud of in his moment of glory?

Seemingly sensing Domi's thoughts, Altaïr continued:

"Although your current combat strength is already quite impressive, being able to fight your way in and out of hundreds of guards on your own, this is not the work of an assassin."

"Listen up, you piece of trash. The way of an assassin is either to kill people and get away unscathed without anyone knowing, or to kill everyone to achieve the same effect."

"And your problem is that you've strayed from it without realizing it."

"Okay... I'll be more careful next time."

“Hmm,” Altaïr stood up, walked to the wardrobe in the bedroom, took out a black cloak folded into a neat square, and handed it to Domi:

"The assassins of Fomalhaut will receive their first cloak after their enlightenment. Take it carefully; it is Bloomfield's honor in the darkness, and also a responsibility."

"I've already reported your situation to Carlos. Just stay here and recover from your injuries, and enjoy this hard-earned vacation for a whole month."

"How wonderful it would be to have a whole month where I don't have to do anything!"

After saying that, Altaïr left the room, leaving Domi alone.

He was still holding the black cloak in his hands. It felt smooth and silky to the touch, but it was much inferior to the one worn during the baby's first birthday celebration. It was said to be immune to all basic attack magic.

Even so, it was something he earned through his own hard work, and he felt a great sense of accomplishment, even eager to put it on.

A moment later, Domi put it on and stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking like a newsboy from a pyramid scheme, without the slightest bit of class!

So Domi, with a dark expression, stuffed the cloak into his suitcase. If it wasn't necessary, he'd wait until he grew taller to wear it.

He pulled another set of clothes out of the closet:

The upper body outfit consists of a pure white shirt, a dark gray vest, and a coat, while the lower body outfit consists of straight-leg trousers in the same color scheme and high-top black leather boots.

The mission is over, so he no longer needs to hide his identity and can openly reveal his true appearance.

A blue ribbon still adorns her high ponytail, tying her hair up and letting it fall freely downwards, adding a touch of unrestrained freedom to her overall serious demeanor.

Add a top hat and an extra-small cane, and this is his normal attire when going out.

It wasn't that he wanted to go through all that trouble. If he could, he really wanted to go out in just his underwear and a short-sleeved shirt. But if he did that, even if he walked down the street, his family would quickly drag him back home for a few days of reprimand. It was a classic case of "more harm than good."

It was because Domi learned this lesson the hard way that she developed the habit of dressing properly.

As he stepped out of the room, the maids cleaning the hallway immediately bowed to him.

"Good morning, Master Dominic. Are you going out? I can go and prepare the carriage."

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"The duty lies."

The good thing about being a noble is that everything is done for you, and you just have to wait and enjoy the service.

He sat in the luxurious carriage, the cushions as soft as a bed, allowing him to give his bottom a break anytime, anywhere.

"Go to the downtown area."

The suburbs were a bit far from the city center, and Domi even slept for a while in the carriage, but after a bumpy ride, it was hard to really relax.

Even after the driver told him they had arrived, he was still half asleep.

But I adjusted quickly.

"Young master, where do we go next?" the coachman asked as he got out of the car.

"Just put me down here, you can go back now."

He looked troubled: "Then when should I come to pick you up?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, you can take a vacation now."

The implication was that the driver didn't need to come pick him up today.

Even though Domi is just a child, given the power he currently possesses, his thoughts are not something a mere coachman can question or change.

The sensible driver bowed and then drove away.

Looking at the bustling city streets, Domi couldn't help but recall the scene when Morey led him through these streets for the first time.

The streets are still the same, but the original guide has disappeared.

His purpose in coming here is to find Morey to fulfill the promise he made back then.

Since Morey is frequenting this area, it means he doesn't live too far away. If we go a step further, Morey is very poor, dirt poor, so he most likely lives in a nearby slum.

Let's ask around there.

Based solely on Domi's attire, no one on the street dared to be disrespectful to him, and he had to answer any questions asked, unless he genuinely didn't know.

He quickly found out Morey's address, which was indeed in the slums.

He stood in front of the dilapidated wooden door and reached out to knock.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Who?"

A wary voice came from inside the house.

"It's me, Morey. Do you remember our promise?"

Hearing that familiar voice again, Morey almost didn't recognize it.

When he finally realized what was happening, his joy was overwhelming, and his initial helplessness and despair had long since vanished.

He eagerly opened the door, only to see Domi dressed impeccably.

With his handsome face and flowing gray hair, he resembled a refined gentleman, a far cry from the disheveled thief he once was.

“My lord…you…” He was stunned for a moment.

"A friend has come from afar, won't you invite me in for a seat first?"

Domi maintained her usual smile, which was both polite and not awkward.

Upon entering, Domi immediately sensed a dense aura of death permeating the small house.

The stench of decay, like that of a dead body, lingered at the tip of my nose for a long time.

"Cough cough cough... Morey, who's here?"

At that moment, an extremely weak cough came from the only two rooms.

“She is my friend’s mother, so there’s no need to worry.”

"That's good... cough cough! Morey, take your friends outside first, cough cough cough! It wouldn't be good if they caught the disease."

Morey remained silent, only looking at Domi with pleading eyes.

Domi was a very important person to him, and he was not qualified to be his friend at all.

After spreading such a huge lie, they still want Domi, who's already inside, to leave. Isn't that just putting them in a real dilemma?

However, Domi, who was adept at navigating social situations, quickly understood his meaning and was already walking towards the door.

"Then let's go outside and talk. I know a restaurant that's pretty good. We can bring some back for Auntie after we eat there."

Chapter 52, Section 51: Viewing money as dirt, a noble and virtuous character!