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

The picture stopped abruptly here, and the crystallization of experience also made a cracking sound.

The flow of time returned to normal and he returned to his body.

After a battle that lasted for several hours and killed thousands of people, even the slightly unfamiliar assassination skills underwent a glorious improvement under the baptism of blood.

They are all born to kill, and their paths diverge to the same destination.

[Assassination Technique: Beginner → Some Achievement]

He weighed the dagger in his hand. Its shape and weight felt extremely familiar, as if it were an extension of his hand.

There was a hint of confusion in the black-clothed man's turbid eyes. He didn't understand why his harmless opponent turned into a demon who killed countless people in the blink of an eye.

The air seemed to be filled with the smell of blood.

Just when the man was feeling confused, Domi suddenly attacked.

The power roams where it is needed. Yes, that's the feeling. The power comes from the heart and moves with the body!

At this moment, he became the master of his own body.

The force of the dagger even doubled, and the speed was so fast that the man almost couldn't react.

The sharpened dagger cut through the facial skin tissue, and dark-colored blood spurted out. The blood almost spurted out from the neck.

Domi came behind the man and didn't give him any time to react. Relying on the advantage of his back, he launched another attack.

This time, it aimed at the heart.

Kayn and his knowledge of assassination told him the location of the heart, like an invisible finger pointing to a place for him, and whispered in a bewitching tone:

"Look, here is the heart, put the dagger in, stab it hard!

Then listen to the sound of life fading away and the last groan of the poor ghost!

That will be the spoils of victory!"

puff! !

The bright red flowers of the other shore bloomed magnificently on the man's back, and the cold liquid soaked Domi's hands that were tightly holding the dagger, without any warmth of life.

poof...

The dagger was pulled out, and the man who had lost his heart fell down with a sound.

At the same time, everything around became as illusory as a mirage.

Brighter, warm-toned lighting, dwarf bar-like décor.

There were clinking glasses and loud cheers. Several men in black stood up at the round table, holding up their wine glasses made of wood and steel bars, and shouted his name:

"Dominic!"

"Dominic!"

"Dominic Blofeld!"

"Let us celebrate the new member's successful passing of the assessment and joining the glorious Fomalhaut! Cheers!"

Tons, tons, tons, tons...

"What's happening here?!"

In the midst of the lights, alcohol and festive atmosphere, he was the only one standing there, looking so out of place.

This sudden celebration left him completely confused for a moment.

He was not sure whether he had returned to reality or was still in the illusion?

This concern is not without reason.

because……

The dagger was still held in his hand.

The corpse whose heart he had stabbed was still lying in front of him.

A corner of the hood was lifted, revealing a face inside. The person's face was pale, with bulging eyes, and the word "unbelievable" was written all over his face.

The blood, which was gradually turning black, was still flowing out of his body, forming a pool of blood, staining his toes red.

Just as he was in endless doubt, a man came up to him and waved his hand: "Third Young Master, do you have any questions? I can answer them for you."

Domi slowly raised his head, the murderous intent from before still retained in his icy blue pupils, which made the man stunned for a moment, as if he would be the next to die.

The slightly childish voice came out of Domi's mouth, but it made the cheers of the entire bar stop abruptly:

"So...are you my next prey?"

Chapter 26 Witnessing History

Chapter 26-25- Witnessing History

"what?"

The man felt like he seemed to have heard wrongly. He was the lifelong shadow of countless nobles and strong men. Since he became famous, no one dared to speak to him like this.

But Domi would not give him a chance to explain. He stretched out the dagger again, but the man in front of him dodged it easily and slapped the dagger away with a slap.

It fell from the palm of my hand and slid all the way to the edge of the table under the huge force.

The force was so great that it even made his palms numb.

This is just the strength of a casual slap...

Domi immediately realized the difference in strength between them, that they were not on the same dimension at all, so he immediately suppressed his hostility and became well behaved again.

The man looked at Domi in surprise. Was he giving in so quickly?

The final big boss failed to dampen his spirit, and he wanted to take this opportunity to make up for it, but he didn't expect Domi to not give him a chance.

"You won't resist?"

"I surrender, I surrender... I really can't beat you, I don't want this point anymore, please let me go."

The man smiled bitterly: "The assessment is over. I am not your enemy..."

"Whatever," the man thought of himself as a Buddhist. If there was something he couldn't do, he wouldn't force it for the time being. Sooner or later, there would be a chance.

He took Domi away from the noisy bar and into his office, where his subordinate, the gentle guy wearing a monocle, was sorting out documents.

Hearing someone coming in, the gentleman Locke immediately turned around and said, "Ah, sir, about the third young master's grades..."

Locke had just said half of his words when he suddenly realized that the third young master Dominic was following behind his commander Altaïr, so he immediately shut up. He didn't know if he could tell these to the person involved.

Altaïr had Domi sit down at his desk while he himself sat in a large, comfortable leather chair, with his trusted aide Locke standing behind him.

He put himself in a comfortable position before speaking:

"Locke, please say what you were going to say just now, so as to dispel the concerns of our little detective. Haha, he just regarded me as an enemy."

"I see," he concluded, opening his notebook:

"Third Master, we have made a comprehensive evaluation of your performance in the illusion. Your physical fitness is top-notch, and all aspects of the assessment are impeccable, especially the last level."

"Originally, that was not counted in the total score. It was simply used to dampen the newcomer's enthusiasm. But since you killed him, it should naturally be counted in the overall score...

According to Bei Luoshimen's records, your score is the highest!"

At this point, Locke's tone became high, as if he was also proud of it.

"You set a new record, and we are all proud of you!"

Altaïr clapped his hands in congratulations:

"I am so lucky to see a talented child like you in my lifetime. Let's get back to the topic, Third Master. I have something to confess to you."

Domi tilted his head. It was obvious that the adults were hiding something from him.

"The chief commander of Beiluo Shimen, oh, that is me, is actually of the same status as the current patriarch of the family. In front of other people, they see me as the patriarch, but in front of Carlos, I still have to listen to him."

"But this is just what other family members think. In fact, there are not so many rules between Carlos and me. Look, I made a bet with Carlos before sending you here for the assessment."

"What are you gambling?"

"I'm betting on your final score. Carlos seems to have confidence in your talent. He's betting that you can make it to the top level."

"What about you? Uh...excuse me for being rude, but I don't know your name yet."

"Just call me Altaïr," he said casually.

"Okay, Tai."

[You taunted the Empire's strongest assassin, the Grand Commander of Fomalhaut, and the nightmare of the nobility, Altaïr. Villain value +800]

Altaïr frowned deeply, but chose to forgive him because he was Carlos' son.

"Ahem, be respectful."

“Back to the point, your dad was optimistic about you, but I didn’t, so I lost.

According to the bet, I will bear the cost of making your first weapon, which doesn't cost much, so it's just a small bet."

Altaïr's tone remained relaxed, as if he wasn't feeling too hurt.

"The first weapon?" Domi asked curiously.

"Yes, Bei Luo Shi Men made his fortune through assassination. Magic is often not used in assassinations, but cold weapons. Magic is used for assistance at most, so it is important to know a weapon, and an excellent weapon with exquisite craftsmanship is also very important.

In future training, you will try various weapons, and then you can choose the most suitable one as your main weapon. At the same time, I will ask the blacksmith to carefully make a weapon of this type, and finally give it to you as a gift when you graduate.

In Fomalhaut's history, this weapon is called the graduation gift, and is also called the killer's first weapon."

Domi seemed to understand the meaning and nodded in agreement: "It sounds very meaningful."

"Yes……"

There was a gleam in Altaïr's eyes, as if these words were speaking to his memories, but he quickly returned to normal.

“That’s the bet, it’s good for you to know it.

That’s all for today. You must be tired after all this time. Go back first and report in on time at 1pm tomorrow afternoon…”

On the way home, Domi kept thinking, what kind of weapon is suitable for him?

Is it the most commonly used dagger, or the sickle used by Kayn in the experience?

The dagger is light and versatile, while the sickle is a bit heavy but powerful, killing people is as easy as cutting leeks. Both have their advantages, and he has both and is good at them, so it is difficult to choose between them.

After thinking for a while, I still came to no avail.

He decided to let time give him the answer.

Push open the heavy door and walk out of the underground passage.

When Domi returned to the castle again, it was already dark outside. It would be dinner time soon, and thinking that there was nothing else to do, Domi got up and went to the restaurant.

He was the first to arrive and sat in his seat for a while before his boredom finally broke out.

There was nothing to eat, and no one to chat with! Only the maids were placing dishes on the table like worker ants.

He was so bored that he jumped off the chair and wandered around the castle aimlessly. Even though he had already walked through the huge castle, he still enjoyed it.

After going around in circles, I ended up in the kitchen.

The kitchen was particularly busy before dinner time, with the chef and the maid working tirelessly.

When they saw Domi actually came here, they stopped what they were doing and saluted him.

"Hey, no need to be polite, I just came to take a look, everyone just continue to do your own things, don't take me to heart."

The maids and cooks were already uncomfortable, and after hearing this they felt even more awkward and uncomfortable.

They always squinted their eyes, trying to observe Domi's actions with their peripheral vision so as to be prepared before any emergency occurred.

However, in full view of everyone, Domi actually moved a chair over and stood on it to watch the chef cook?

Everyone was dumbfounded. They thought this half-grown kid was here to cause trouble, but they didn't expect him to cause such a disaster.

So you come here specifically to observe how meals are made, right?

It's indeed an idea that only a child could come up with.

Chapter 27 Golden Egg Fried Rice