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

Carlos was very pleased; in this way, his promise to the elder Sebastian could be considered fulfilled.

Just as Domi was about to leave, Carlos suddenly called out to him:

"Oh, by the way, remember to dress up nicely tomorrow night and wear an evening gown. We're hosting a dinner party for Mrs. Greenville and her youngest daughter."

Then, he gave a meaningful smile:

“Our family and the Greenville family are old friends, and our relationship is exceptionally deep. If you perform well, maybe Avey will take a liking to you.”

"Aiwei?"

“Aivy Greenville, the youngest daughter of the Duke of Greenville, is the apple of his eye. She also has a combined talent of wind and plant elements. If she were here, even a fatal injury could be saved.”

"How's it going? Are you interested?"

Domi dared not say much, fearing that Carlos would set a trap for him.

He simply replied, "No... Father, I'm still too young. Isn't it a bit too early to talk about marriage now?"

"It's too late. When I was your age, I was already dating your mother."

"You three brothers should find your partners soon."

shock!

The three brothers were only seven years old, and Carlos was already worried about their life's most important matters?

Is this what life is like for the aristocracy? Your life partner is already arranged for you even when you're still a child.

"Hey~ If you guys had just taken the initiative yourselves, I wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble, right, Domi?"

"Sia or Aiwei, who will become my daughter-in-law?"

"Father, what are you saying?!"

Carlos laughed heartily, and after making the joke, he waved Domi away.

What the hell is this? It's either Xia or Aiwei, and he actually started this! I'm having a hard time even winning one over.

It really doesn't hurt to stand and talk.

As for the dinner party Carlos mentioned tomorrow, Domi didn't take it too seriously. He would just attend and that would be it. As for Ivy, he remembered that Edward and Argyle were very interested in it, so he would let them compete for it.

More than marriage, Domi is focused on becoming stronger.

Back in his room, Domi absorbed the energy from his finger bones while flipping through the second half of the scroll.

There are indeed handwritten words at the end of the scroll.

It records a method of using Soul Devouring Energy that differs from the common practice—the Domain.

This term is not appearing for the first time; the concept of a domain also exists within the mage community.

After becoming an archmage, one gains a certain understanding of the fundamental principles of magic. At this point, the mage can manipulate magical power to create a field around themselves that is conducive to using magic.

For example, a fire mage can create a fire domain. Within this domain, all fire magic will be significantly enhanced, making it the primary means for mages to counter magic attacks in the later stages of the game.

The stronger one's domain, the more likely they are to suppress the other's domain, and the outcome is determined by this ebb and flow.

The same principle applies to the Soul Eater's domain, except that it forms a magic-suppressing domain.

However, according to the notes, to achieve this, the Soul Eater needs to have extremely high control over energy, breaking down the Soul Eater energy into extremely small particles and then evenly distributing them within the defined area of ​​the domain.

In this way, even the smallest particles of spirit-devouring energy can suppress the opponent's magic, which is equivalent to hitting the opponent from a distance, causing their magic to be blocked for a short period of time.

This makes it easier for Soul Eaters to hunt down, escape, or silence a large number of mages.

While pondering, Domi took out several bottles of 'inspiration potion' and swallowed them to help him broaden his thinking.

Now that the principles are understood, it is not impossible to adapt them to one's own combat methods.

Domi quickly came up with a variation of the anti-magic field—the anti-magic puppet marionette.

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If you condense the Soul-Devouring Energy into a thin thread and shoot it out, could you silence the target at an extremely long distance?

This also seems to require extremely strong control, since the Devouring Demon Energy is very volatile, only its form is a little different.

The more peaceful the energy, the easier it is to control.

Domi mobilized some of the Soul Devouring Energy and tried to condense it.

This is not difficult; even children know how to gather the scattered pieces of clay together to form a whole lump.

However, as soon as he exerted a little force and stretched the ball of soul-devouring energy, it instantly disintegrated and could not maintain a linear state for long.

This is probably the problem that Domi will have to face.

There is a cohesive bond between energies, and this cohesion depends on one's control over them. Once the control is insufficient, this cohesion will decrease exponentially, collapsing like a bridge without connecting devices.

Ultimately, to achieve what he envisioned, he needed to cultivate his mental strength; having mental strength was equivalent to indirectly increasing his control.

The current thirty points of mental energy are obviously not enough, but it is still possible to create a magic-suppressing field within a ten-centimeter radius centered on oneself.

But it's better not to do it at all.

"There's plenty of time in the future..."

Let it grow slowly over time; there's no use in rushing it now.

For the next day, Domi didn't have much to do, and everything seemed to be back on track.

Before starting the afternoon's grueling training, I absorbed energy from my finger bones.

When it's time, go down and get tortured by Altaïr.

It was still in that dark room with only one beam of light. Altaïr stood in the beam of light, while he himself was hidden in the darkness.

He launched a sneak attack on Altaïr using only his physical abilities and assassination skills, without resorting to any other means.

It must be said that the assassination skills of a master have indeed improved significantly compared to before.

Domi felt that he could easily kill an adult with a single, casual strike, assuming the opponent was on guard and armed.

It's a strange feeling, like the confidence that comes from years of immersion in the field of assassination, the confidence that as long as I take action, there's no one I can't kill.

Of course, if the difference in strength is too great, that's a different story.

Altaïr is probably the one who understands these changes the most.

Every few days, he could feel Domi getting stronger at a visible rate, his attacks becoming ruthless and his angles tricky, as if measured with a ruler and compass, almost without the slightest error.

During the fierce fight, countless sparks flew as the daggers clashed. After Domi used his fists, Altaïr repeatedly escaped the beam of light by making necessary movements.

Even when fighting in the shadows, the intensity is not diminished in the slightest.

Dominic... he seems born for this!

This kid has only been in this industry for a few months? He's already at this level, what will he be like in the future?

I'm afraid even he can't compare.

If Domi knew what Altaïr was thinking, he would definitely put Altaïr at ease.

Upgrading from a grandmaster to a legendary figure requires a full 100 million villain points, and from legendary figure to the pinnacle requires another 1000 million villain points. How many chosen ones' Dao hearts would he have to shatter to reach that number...?

Therefore, Altaïr, who already possesses unparalleled assassination skills, has no reason to panic; it's just that his growth rate is too terrifying.

Soon, the training period came to an end.

Just as Domi was packing up to leave, Altaïr suddenly called him back and told him to come to the tavern to find him after he was done.

Domi had already changed his clothes and arrived at the tavern on the top floor of the basement. He saw Altaïr already sitting at the bar, so he found a seat next to him and sat down.

"Give me a glass of Sirocco Super Vodka."

"Hey, why is the kid drinking such strong liquor? Give him a glass of water."

Altaïr wasn't a wine connoisseur; he only enjoyed the burning sensation of strong liquor going down his throat and into his stomach, which would completely overwhelm him with the taste.

He let out a thoroughly enjoyable "ha," and after a moment, stared at the empty glass and said:

"Useless trash, you've come out of seclusion."

"To be honest, when Carlos asked me to train you, I thought it would take at least ten years, but I never expected the vacation to come so soon."

"Your assassination skills, physical abilities, and thinking have all reached the graduation standard. I can't teach you anything more. You have to walk the rest of the road by yourself."

"Atai...does that mean I don't need to come here anymore?"

Upon hearing this, the other members of the tavern all turned to look at them.

Domi has been here for a while now. Although this place is like a cram school, Domi always goes to the tavern to have some fun with them before leaving after each training session.

They still remember Domi's favorite was the Shiloh Super Vodka made from grapes. Its rich aroma and slight acidity, combined with his hearty drinking style, always won their approval.

Now, this precious drinking buddy is about to leave them, how can we not feel heartbroken?

"Of course, you no longer need to force yourself to come here for training, but the doors here are always open for you."

Altaïr waved his hand, feeling both relieved and reluctant: "Get out of here, you're just an eyesore."

"Don't forget to exercise regularly when you get back. If you slack off, you'll become a real waste of space."

When he returned to the castle and looked back at the secret passage leading to the underground world, it felt like a lifetime had passed.

"I'll come back often..."

Carlos and the maids would never give him strong vodka.

However, this is also a good thing, at least in the future he will have more free time to allocate, and he can do whatever he wants.

Even Carlos probably didn't expect that he would graduate so quickly.

Domi's plan for his future free time is simple and clear—to spend it in the library.

Don't underestimate this family library; the Hilltop Castle Library is one of the best in the country, known as one of the places with the richest collection of books.

An average person could not finish reading all the books in it even if they devoted their entire life to it.

It's like a giant treasure, waiting to be discovered.

The classic works he had read before were all literary and philosophical, but there are also classic works in various fields, and countless books on the magic side. There is still a lot of knowledge he needs to acquire.