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

She was so frightened that she got out of the car and tried to run away, but because she hadn't exercised in a long time, she accidentally fell to the ground.

After I fell to the ground, I saw the head of a guard roll in front of me, his eyes wide open in death.

I was startled again; the piercing scream frightened a flock of birds away from the branches.

In just a short while, the man in black arrived in front of them and drew a rapier from his waist.

The cold light was blinding. Through the reflection of the sword, the woman seemed to see herself in a daze, her head severed and blood splattered everywhere.

She donned her mask of pain once more, her repeated pleas for mercy punctuated by resigned curses:

"It was that fickle bastard Carlos who sent you to wipe us out!"

I knew it! I knew it! None of you self-proclaimed pure nobles are any good!

"But didn't you always flaunt your noble status, practicing clumsy aristocratic manners and wearing clothes better than some minor nobles? And now you're like this? Heh..."

The man in black finally spoke; judging from his voice, he was probably an adult male.

"When you're about to die, at least show some backbone, okay?"

"On the other hand, the patriarch said he would let you go, and didn't he let you go? I didn't see any guards stopping you when you left the city gate."

But the head of the family didn't promise that he wouldn't do anything to you after letting you go, right?

"Heh..." The woman smiled helplessly: "As expected of you, you're really good at playing word games."

"No, it's just that you're too stupid."

"Sir, you're being a chatterbox again..." another man in black whispered in his ear.

"have to."

The man in black had no intention of wasting any more words on a dead man. His eyes, which had just shown interest, regained their cold, ruthless expression in the shadows. He raised his rapier and said:

"By order of Duke Carlos Brofell, intercept and kill you sinners! Execute immediately!"

……

This matter is probably only known to the parties involved and Carlos; others may not even know it—those two guys who dared to cause trouble at the birthday party yesterday are already meeting their maker.

Domi didn't know either, until Carlos came to his room in person...

He picked Domi up from the crib in the same way the old lion king picked up Simba, looking him up and down, but in the end he couldn't figure it out.

Carlos then told him to run a few more steps and see.

If I just do whatever he says, wouldn't that make me look bad?

So as soon as Carlos helps Domi up, he immediately sits down, which is basically a rebellious act.

[Ignoring the Duke of Bloomfield's orders, villain value +800]

He didn't want to run, but in reality, even if he wanted to, he couldn't.

When you draw the [Body Training Method - Breathing], the description clearly states: After using rapid breathing, your body's functions will be greatly enhanced, but you will also fall into a state of side effects afterward.

Based on my own experience, this condition is similar to electronic erectile dysfunction.

Not only are my muscles exhausted, but my brain and thinking are also completely sluggish. I feel like a salted fish, not wanting to do anything.

"Alright, Domi, I can tell you're really tired, so I won't push you."

Carlos carefully placed Domi back in the crib, and before leaving, he bent down and kissed him on the forehead.

"Get some rest."

Before leaving, Carlos, for reasons unknown, said to Domi:

"Kelsey is fine. She should be able to come and take care of you again in three days. Also, I've already had those two guys taken care of yesterday, so don't worry..."

Regardless of whether Domi understood or not, Carlos left after he finished speaking.

As they reached the doorframe, Domi could still faintly hear his last words—family is always above all else.

Domi closed his eyes, pondering the sentence.

"Bloomfield's family motto... it's quite heartwarming."

Before he knew it, he seemed to have become part of this big family and experienced a kind of kinship he had never felt in his previous life.

A mother who always puts their needs first.

A father who would do anything to protect his family.

The maids help each other out, the head maid who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, the head guard who seems bad but is actually a bit silly, and... Kal'tsit's undisguised love.

Everyone in the family seemed to abide by this family motto, which is why people from all over the country came together to form a big family.

He seemed to understand something, but not quite.

The only clear thing is that, besides Kelsey, there will probably be a whole bunch of other people to protect.

Chapter 14.14 The First Birthday Ceremony

If a person only has strength but has nothing to hold onto in their heart, then Domi believes that such strength is wasted.

They should be used where they are needed, such as to protect those who need protection.

Domi had no concept of it before, but at this moment, he had this clear and firm idea.

As for strength, he hasn't really studied the [Body Tempering Technique - Breathing], the secret technique that once gave him a huge boost.

When I acquired it, the system seemed to have taught me this breathing method directly, so much so that I didn't feel anything.

In fact, it is in use every moment.

Domi didn't know exactly how it worked, but he knew that since he started using this breathing method, he rarely felt tired, and even his thinking became much faster and clearer.

"It probably increases the efficiency of oxygen utilization..."

Domi made that guess, but he soon realized he was wrong.

The system sent a notification saying that the Strength and Agility attributes each increased by 0.001 points.

Such minor bonuses would normally not attract Domi's attention, but these two notifications had a prefix indicating their source, and these bonuses actually came from this body-tempering method!

"That's true. After all, it's called the Body Tempering Method. If it can't add attributes, then it's just a rip-off."

"But the magnitude is a bit too subtle. Could we add another bug to make it increase faster?"

A bold idea took shape in Domi's mind.

He exhaled all the air from his lungs, then held his breath for a while, and when he couldn't hold on any longer, he took a deep breath, several times faster than before.

This cycle repeated several times, but the system's prompt interface remained completely unresponsive.

It wasn't until that evening that the system notified the system again that each of the two attributes had been increased by 0.001.

It adds about 0.002 a day, at most.

He ultimately abandoned this self-destructive approach. Clearly, the Body Tempering Technique's breathing method for refining the body emphasizes one word—"gradual and sustained."

It's impossible to quickly master it by exploiting bugs; you have to breathe at a certain frequency.

However, it also has significant advantages. It trains the body through breathing, which means you can become stronger just by breathing. Who wouldn't love that? It's simply a blessing for stay-at-home couch potatoes!

If several body-strengthening methods were placed in front of Domi for him to choose from, he would still choose this one.

After all, he's still a baby. No matter how powerful other body-strengthening techniques are, they're not something a baby can learn. It would be ridiculous if he lost his arm in the process.

Taking everything into consideration, Body Tempering Technique - Breathing is probably the most suitable for him.

Unlike before, he now has his entire childhood to go through the process of 'gradual progress'. I believe that as long as the time investment is reduced, the quantitative change will eventually lead to a qualitative change.

It was just dark at this time.

After a good dinner, he thought he could have a good night's sleep, but the temporary maid didn't take him back to his room. Instead, she took him down another route.

Domi had never seen that road before. Looking back, he saw his two older brothers following behind.

This is clearly not normal. Where is the maid taking them?

They entered a long corridor inside the castle from a side hall. Exquisite red carpets stretched from the entrance to the end, and the walls on both sides of the corridor were covered with frosted wallpaper engraved with numerous patterns resembling the French iris emblem.

Above the wallpaper are portrait oil paintings framed in gold.

The magic lamp casts a dim, yellow light, adding a sense of historical weight to these oil paintings.

Domi stared wide-eyed at the bottom of one of the oil paintings, where a gilded plaque bore the inscription—

Sebastian, in memory of the first butler of the Broadfield family, who devoted himself to the family and once saved the mansion from collapse.

Then look at the temporary maid holding her. Since arriving here, her face has been filled with respect and longing. For them, having their portrait placed here seems to be a very fulfilling thing.

If you think about it carefully, you'll find that in the corridors of some noble homes, the portraits hanging there are uniformly those of successive heads of the family or family members. You'll never see any family hanging portraits of servants and servants.

No wonder the Brofell family precepts have been followed by their descendants. It turns out that their ancestors set a good example and put their ideas into practice.

Aside from some ancient maids, stewards, and even cooks, the people in the corridor were mostly direct descendants of the family. He could hardly see any of his extended family members, only his immediate family.

At the end, you can see a portrait of the first head of the Brofell family.

It was exceptionally large, placed directly above the exit gate, as if watching over everyone who walked out of that door.

It felt like being watched, incredibly oppressive.

After passing through the corridor, they entered a place that resembled a shrine.

There wasn't a single magic lamp here; all the light came from white candles, their eerie flames illuminating every corner and barely giving the shrine a semblance of its appearance.

Domi practically stared in as he entered. If he had to find a word to describe this place, the only thing he could think of was the Pantheon in ancient Rome.

Several huge pillars support this massive domed ancestral hall.

The exquisitely crafted coffins were inlaid inside the circular walls, much like the shrines in the Pantheon. There were nine coffins on each level, roughly seven layers in total.

This is an ancestral hall?!

Whose ancestral hall looks like this?

Oh, it's your own house after all. That's fine then. How awesome!

It's a source of pride to tell others that your family has a shrine that looks like a temple!