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

It seems he came here specifically to find him.

Just as Domi had expected, Alger asked around and finally found out that Domi was there. He was quite excited when he first saw him, after all, he had finally found someone.

But when he saw the hideous tattoo on Domi's chest, the words he was about to say suddenly stopped, and his eyes focused on it.

He couldn't imagine that someone three years younger than him had already gotten a tattoo, and such a terrifying one at that. Wasn't that a bit ahead of his time?

Can anyone who's not at this level just get out of here?!

Domi thought he was going to say something, but when they met, he couldn't even speak? Domi had to let him speak first.

"Um... Alger, right? Even if you come from a commoner background, you should know that it's impolite to stare at someone for no reason, right?"

Alger, feeling as if he had been granted a reprieve, bowed apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Young Master Dominic, I didn't mean to, it's just that seeing your tattoo made me a little..."

"surprise."

“Hmm,” Domi nodded, “Go ahead, you seem to have something to say to me.”

Domi's indifferent attitude surprised him. When they first met, Domi had been so arrogant and sarcastic. Was this his true nature?

Alger shook his head inwardly. The scenes of Domi brutally tormenting him were still vivid in his mind. Studying Domi's character and way of dealing with people was meaningless, because Domi was just his lifelong enemy, nothing more.

He maintained his bowing posture and spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant tone:

“Young Master Dominic, I would like to invite you to another match with me, without any other means, relying solely on physical strength and the weapon in my hand.”

"As you said before, use your weaknesses against my strengths."

Domi remained largely unfazed by the news, saying calmly, "Trying to beat me in this area and regain your confidence?"

“No!” Alger suddenly raised his head, his eyes resolute. “I was blinded by rage back then, so this time, I want to see clearly how far I am from your bottom line.”

"I need to set a goal for myself so that I have a direction to work towards."

Domi remained silent for a moment.

To maintain such a mindset after such a crushing defeat is truly remarkable; one can only call him an invincible, resilient, and perpetually optimistic protagonist.

Since he'd already exhausted most of his villainous qualities, Domi was too lazy to deliberately disgust and belittle him, and readily agreed...

"However, getting me to take action would take up one of my rare free times. Every little thing I do has its purpose, so you should at least offer something in return, right?"

To put it bluntly, I can't help you for free; I have to give you an appearance fee as compensation.

Alger pondered that aside from his skills and protagonist talent, all his wealth combined was less valuable than the ice silk shirt Domi was currently wearing.

Ice silkworms are unique creatures that live only on snow-capped mountains thousands of meters high. They can be artificially bred, but the breeding farms must be built on snow.

Due to the high cost of breeding and extremely low yield, the cloth woven from this fabric is priceless. Clothes made from this fabric can keep you cool at all times, making it a top luxury item that only the nobility can afford.

Alger's thinking is not without reason.

Since money can't sway people's hearts, the only option left is to sell oneself.

He didn't hesitate to offer his bargaining chip: "If you agree, I'm willing to do something within my power for you!"

"Oh~~"

He became somewhat interested. Coincidentally, he had something he couldn't handle himself, which Alger could take care of.

"Okay! I agree to this competition. When shall we start?"

"There's no time like the present, let's do it today! You can choose the venue, young master."

"Since you've put it that way, let's make it convenient to meet at the main entrance so I can finish quickly and get back to my room."

Hearing that the competition opportunity he had obtained by doing a favor was going to be held hastily at the castle gate, Alger felt a little uneasy. But once words were spoken, they were like water spilled, and there was no reason to take them back. He could only follow behind Domi, walking step by step towards the garden at the gate.

As they walked, the maids all covered their mouths and screamed:

"Young master, your shirt is not buttoned up!"

"It's a bit hot, this will help cool you down."

Domi just walked over like that, without showing any trace of the meticulous demeanor of a nobleman.

His bare chest and exposed breasts made him look like a thug, but also the most handsome thug... and the maids could not forget the hideous tattoo on Domi's chest even many years later.

Because in the future, that almost became synonymous with Domi's infamous reputation.

Upon arriving at the garden at the entrance, there is a large fountain in the center, surrounded by a large area of ​​empty land, perfect for free fighting.

"This is it, come on."

The two stood about ten meters apart, gazing at each other from afar.

Meanwhile, someone else happened to witness their presence: Rosa, who was writing in her diary in her room, and Greta, who was with her.

Whenever she had free time, Grace would spend more time with Rosa, the daughter of her old friend, so that she could feel the warmth of her mother once again.

Through the glass in front of the desk, Rosa immediately recognized her brother Domi:

"Huh? Why does it look like Brother Domi is about to fight that swordsman from before?"

These words immediately caught Greta's attention. She looked out the window and indeed saw Domi and Alger facing off in front of the fountain. Domi was only wearing a shirt? And he hadn't even buttoned it up!

"How can someone who is barely clothed be considered respectable?"

"Huh?" Rosa felt that this shouldn't be the focus of her attention.

"Mother, aren't you going to stop them?"

"Why should we stop them? This is a duel between boys, how romantic! And if Domi could beat Alger the first time, he can definitely beat him the second time. We should have enough faith in Domi!"

"After I beat him up, I had to give him a good talking-to. He ignored my earlier warnings not to wear random clothes when he went out."

Looking at the 'murderous' Grace, Rosa was really worried for Domi.

"Brother...I hope you can survive..."

In front of the fountain.

Domi waved to Alger, his shirt swaying in the breeze, like a dashing master.

"Please enlighten me!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Alger drew his wooden training longsword with lightning speed, rushed in front of Domi, and brought it down on his head!

hum~

If Domi previously needed to rely on movement skills to dodge, now that his attributes have been greatly improved and his [Shadow Flow Movement Technique] has been upgraded to its peak, he no longer needs to dodge.

Because... his sword is too slow!

Boxer briefs (frail, frail)!

Under the watchful eyes of several people (the mother and daughter upstairs, and the maids secretly observing from the doorway), Domi actually made a bold move!

He simply extended two fingers and actually caught the descending sword blade with perfect precision!

boom--

The shockwave spread outwards from the center of the two figures, but Domi, who was under the sword's blade, was completely unharmed and even stared blankly at the utterly shocked Alger.

"How can it be!"

He tried to draw the blade, but found it was not an easy task; it required a great deal of strength.

The moment he drew his sword, he stubbornly launched another attack!

This time we'll approach from the side!

Alger shifted his position. This time he was indeed much calmer. He knew that if he couldn't win in a head-on fight, he wouldn't fight head-on. Instead, he would launch an attack from the rear.

But he didn't realize one thing—it's always the assassin who circles around someone else's back, no one can circle around an assassin's back.

He held the sword hilt with both hands, the tip of the sword aimed at Domi's abdomen, and thrust it at him with all his might!

"ah!!!"

However, Domi not only didn't dodge or evade, but didn't even turn around. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he used the same trick again, gripping his sword tightly with just two fingers!

Feeling the immense force transmitted from the tip of the sword, Alger was filled with disbelief. Strength should have been his forte!

Just then, Domi released his sword, slowly turned around, and remained calm and composed.

"Didn't you want to see just how big the gap is between me and you...?"

He walked step by step toward Alger, who was standing there dumbfounded.

It wasn't that Alger didn't want to create distance, but Domi's pressure was too strong. Bystanders who weren't locked on might not have felt it, but Alger, who was firmly locked on by the killing intent, had his clothes soaked with cold sweat!

In his eyes, Domi was like a ferocious and strange black beast following behind him—a lion's head, deer antlers, tiger eyes, elk body, dragon scales, and bull's tail... Its pupils flashed with scarlet light, and its primordial aura was overwhelming, completely obscuring the sunlight.

That's not any particular skill, but rather an aura that naturally emanates after one's strength reaches a certain level.

Domi slowly raised his right hand, clenched his fist, stepped forward with his left foot, twisted his waist, and pulled his fist back. His deep blue eyes were devoid of any emotion.

"Witness this unparalleled power."

"Not good!" Grace seemed to sense Domi's strong aura as well, as if he was going to kill Alger. After all, he was the guard that the Queen had arranged to be by Shia's side. If Domi killed him like this, it would be difficult for their family to explain themselves.

She immediately opened the window, trying to shout to stop Domi, but her voice couldn't travel as fast as Domi's fist.

Boo!

The fist created a sonic boom, and in an instant, Alger was right in front of him!

Watching helplessly as the fist grew bigger and bigger...

I……

Dying?

This was his last thought.

However, to everyone's surprise, Domi's fist stopped right there, less than two centimeters away from Alger's face.

Domi withdrew his movement, his expression softening again, as if he had received some benefit and was in a very good mood.

"Remember to keep your promise!"

Watching Domi's departing figure, Alger collapsed to the ground, looking utterly shaken.

My heart is beating so fast.

Wind, sound, touch...