There is a lord who just wants to draw cards, what's wrong with that?

"A noble like you cannot join the General Staff. I'll tell you in advance. It's not too late for you to leave now."

Caroline's expression became strange. She finally had a new junior come, but she didn't expect that he was destined to be isolated from this club.

But Domi was resolute:

"Senior, I still insist on joining the club. Joining the staff department was never my goal."

"Then what is your purpose?"

"Senior, don't you think that simply developing one's ability to command troops through simulation is also a good choice?"

Caroline heard the hidden meaning in his words and couldn't help but laugh: "I didn't expect that you still have such ambitions at such a young age."

"Just in case of emergency."

"Oops...it's already this time, senior sister, I have to go first, class is about to begin!"

Time flies in the simulation, and in the blink of an eye, the entire lunch break is over and the afternoon professional class is about to begin.

As soon as Domi left, Charles followed in.

"Eh? Wasn't that the new student who was about to join the club? Why was he leaving in such a hurry? Did you scare him away?"

"Stop slandering me. I've already joined the society and I'm just going back to class." Caroline rolled her eyes.

"Oh! I see. How's the new student I recruited?"

Caroline looked in the direction where Domi left and said, "He is definitely not an ordinary person. I can sense that he might do something that no one would expect in the future."

"Tsk, last time you had a feeling that you could recruit a bunch of new students, but in the end you didn't even have any." Charles said disdainfully.

"If you can't speak, then just don't speak. No one thinks you're dumb."

Professional classes are held on the playground in the afternoon.

All the 'Knight' candidates from all classes in the first grade were present, and then formed into square formations under the guidance of the teacher.

Domi arrived at a perfect time and fit right into the square formation, standing on the far right, in the small corner at the back where the tallest people in the class gathered.

Not many people passed the Knight Examination and entered Class A, so there were only ten people in their square formation, accounting for one-third of the entire class.

After all, it is a magical world, and there are more people with better magical talents.

Their teacher was named Atwood, a serious veteran with a great body. His muscles almost burst his short-sleeved shirt. He had a shaved head, which matched his expression very well, making him look like an instructor during military training.

He took a deep breath, his Adam's apple rolled, and then he spoke in a moderate voice:

"Now you are all students under me, and your grades are related to mine, so I will spare no effort to spur you and train you to become a qualified warrior!"

"And all you need to do is obey absolutely! Understand?"

The ten people below immediately shouted: "Understood!"

"Very good. Next, let me introduce our professional courses this semester. It is divided into two parts. One: a lot of physical training, and two: mastering close combat. I will talk about this later. Let's start today's schedule."

"Keep in formation and run ten laps around the playground. No shortcuts, no breaking formation, no falling behind. If anyone falls behind, everyone else will have to do one more lap. Start now!"

"what?"

"Ah??"

Everyone was stunned on the spot.

You know, a lap around such a large playground is two kilometers long. Is it so intense right from the start? Running 20 kilometers straight away?

"Eleven laps."

Well, that’s twenty-two kilometers.

Now no one dared to stay where they were and they all started moving.

More than 30 kilometers is not a lot for Domi. Back then, he ran day and night in the desert, so the distance he ran must have been more than 30 kilometers.

As for why it became 30 kilometers again, it was mainly because everyone had a lack of coordination and the formation became messed up as we ran, so it was added in forcibly.

Circle after circle, such direct and rough physical training scared the students in the next class.

Their teacher snorted coldly: "Don't even think about it. They are from Class A, so it's normal for the training intensity to be high. It's not your turn yet for Class E. Go around the field first to warm up and then come back..."

Even though I only had to run one lap, why did I feel humiliated?

Soon, Class A completed their 'warm-up phase', but before they had long rested, they were called up again by Atwood.

"Two hundred push-ups on the spot, whoever dares to lie down will add ten more!"

Push-ups, this is what Domi did when he was tortured by Altaïr. It's so easy.

In his spare time, he also has time to look around.

I saw that Nats' whole body turned red as he worked on it, like a red-hot iron. It was obvious that he was trying really hard.

When it finally ended, I felt like I had just been fished out of the water, sitting on the grass panting.

On the other hand, Domi's face wasn't red and he wasn't sweating, it seemed like he was doing something different from what they were doing.

Where are his limits?

Nats's competitive spirit was aroused.

"Dominique, let's show off!"

"What? What's the winner?"

"I want to compete with you! Let's see who falls first!"

"Can I not participate? Because you definitely can't beat me."

"Who knows until you try it?"

"Okay, okay~"

There is always a hot-blooded boy who makes this already hot weather even hotter. It would be good to let him calm down.

But after the push-ups, today's physical training ended. Saying that they should proceed step by step, Atwood gathered them together again.

"Next, you will be divided into pairs. I will teach you military fighting techniques, and then you will practice against each other until you can use them proficiently."

It's no surprise that Domi formed a team with Nats. This kid has nothing else to offer, but he gives people the impression that he is very tough.

When Atwood taught the techniques, he watched very carefully, afraid of missing any details.

After finishing the teaching, when it was finally time for the sparring session, his long-suppressed competitive spirit burst out and he couldn't wait to practice with Domi.

He sighed, then assumed a standard fighting stance.

He had learned this fighting technique before learning assassination from Altaïr, and he also dabbled in other styles, but he was most proficient in this one.

If Nats used his newly learned foot-skimming skills to compete with himself, an 'expert', he was destined to lose.

As expected, all his attacks were neutralized by Domi one by one, and he easily avoided Natz's fists and feet.

He gritted his teeth, punched repeatedly but missed repeatedly, as if as long as he could hit him once he would be considered a success.

Then his fist was caught by Domi, and then his lower defense was broken by a sweeping kick. He lost his balance and was finally thrown over his shoulder. He lay on the grass in a mess, looking at the sky and thinking about his life.

The set of small combos was smooth and without any delay. It looked very pleasing to the eye, and even the teacher glanced at him from time to time.

But he still greatly underestimated Naz's tenacity.

He was knocked down, stood up, knocked down again, stood up again, and continued to be beaten unilaterally in this way until the end of the get out of class in the evening, when he was too exhausted to stand up anymore.

Even Domi sat down tiredly on the side, next to the lying Natz, and watched his classmates holding their waists and shoulders, supporting each other as they left the playground.

"Why can't I hit you? Not even with one punch..." Natsu looked at Yunjuanyunshu, unable to understand. He simply couldn't understand. We were all the same age, so why was there such a huge gap between us?

"I am superior to you in skills, physical fitness, and combat experience. It is normal that I cannot defeat you."

"You speak as if you have experienced many battles, even though you are a child of a noble family."

Domi chuckled, many memories flashing through his eyes: "Don't look at me like this, I've been through battles that you probably can't even imagine."

"for example?"

"You won't believe it if I tell you. That's a story only I know."

When Natz's questioning proved fruitless, he turned his head and faced the sky again, blocking out the light with his hands: "I admit defeat in this contest, you win."

Duomi pursed his lips, then stood up and stretched his waist:

"To be honest, I accepted your challenge just to calm you down. There's no need to compete with each other. I don't care about winning or losing. It's meaningless."

Hearing this, Natsu's clenched grip tightened even more. The more Domi talked, the more he looked like a clown.

"But as you keep falling and standing up, falling and standing up again, I see the meaning you give to this matter. You use your tenacity to prove to me that you are not a weak person. In my opinion, those who persevere are as powerful as those who have strength."

At this point, Domi came up to Natz and held out a hand to him.

Nats was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Domi's hand and stood up again:

The young man faced the evening clouds and became full of vigor and vitality again: "One day, I will make you admit defeat sincerely!"

"Then I will wait for that day to come."

"Nats!"

"Domi!"

Just then, a voice was heard. The two looked towards the entrance of the playground and found that it was Nancy and Ai Wei who were also leaving school, with Edward and Argyle beside them.

The two of them trotted over.

"Why are you here?" Duomi asked, "The magic teaching building is still a bit far away from here, right?"

Edward shrugged. "I'm just asking you to have dinner together. What other reason can I have?"

On the other hand, Nancy did the same thing and also invited Nats to dinner. She felt that with Nats's straightforward personality, he would not be able to make friends through normal means.

Thanks to this subtle fate, two people who had no intersection at all magically came together, became familiar with each other on the way to the cafeteria, and became friends when they left the cafeteria.

Since they lived in the same dormitory building, Natz still hung out with Domi and the others after they parted ways in front of the cafeteria.

This peer from a remote mountainous area realized for the first time that the life interests and hobbies of the children of top aristocratic families were so simple and unpretentious.

Edward likes to collect strange things, no matter whether they are ancient or modern, as long as they have strange functions, he likes them.

Argyle is more simple. His house is full of books. Recently, there are many books about the Central Plains, from which we can see his recent research direction.

Domi was the most puzzling thing to him. There was nothing special in the room, only a few pieces of paper with scribbled words scattered on the desk.

I don't know anything about his hobbies, but according to him, he likes older sisters. I wonder if this can be considered a hobby...

In the process of getting to know each other, the distance between each other was unknowingly shortened a lot.

The next morning, as usual, it was another day of getting up at 8 am.

In his sleep, he heard some noises from the window, but he really wanted to sleep a little longer. To prevent the sunlight from coming in, he wrapped himself in the quilt like a maggot, twisting in the dark...

But Domi is not a white-haired beautiful girl who would lean over to her brother's ear and whisper softly and gently, "Brother, it's morning, get up quickly~". He would only kick Naz and let him see what a beating from society is like.

"Hurry up and get up, you're going to be late."

"What what??" He sat up in shock from his dying illness, looked at Domi in horror and confusion, then looked at the newly bought mechanical alarm clock on the bedside table - seven forty-nine, which instantly turned into seven fifty in a second, almost causing his heart to stop.

Without saying a word, Natsu threw off the covers, rushed into the bathroom like a madman, gave himself a slap, and then put on his clothes and tie as quickly as he could in his life.

By the way, it was Nancy who spent two hours teaching him how to tie a tie after dinner yesterday, otherwise everyone wouldn't have returned to the dormitory until dark.

The last step is to pick up your handbag and you’re ready to go!

Then he saw Domi leaning against the wall as if nothing had happened, writing and drawing on a small notebook in his hand.

"Teacher Steward said that we can't use the teleportation array anymore. Don't you panic at all, Domi?"

"Why are you panicking?" Duomi showed a confused face.

“You’re late!”

"But it's still an hour before eight o'clock."

"What?! Just now I clearly..."

He looked at the alarm clock, and his cerebellum almost shrank after seeing the weird minute hand:

“This, this, this, this… what the hell!”

"Pfft!" Duomi finally couldn't hold it in any longer: "Actually, I added illusion magic to your alarm clock. Aren't you afraid that you would oversleep, so I personally sent you a wake-up call service? It's considerate~"

Although Natsu was grateful to Domiken for waking him up, he didn't know why he always had the urge to hit someone...