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

Chapter 251: Foreign Visitors

Chapter 251-250- Visitors from Foreign Lands

Faced with Argyle's unyielding questioning, Domi first got off the bed, took out a bottle of fine white wine and two wine glasses from the cabinet, and with the surge of ice magic, he instantly chilled the wine through the bottle to the appropriate temperature, and poured a glass for himself and Argyle.

"Can you still drink now?"

"Of course, it's not a physical illness."

"So what is that? I see a big ball of death wrapped around your left shoulder."

The two walked to the balcony. Domi looked at the dimly lit night view of the academy and took a sip from the wine glass. After the first curse attack, he found this method to relieve the "aftereffect". Alcohol could numb his nerves very well.

When the light yellow wine went down his throat, it was cool and refreshing at first, with a rich and fresh fruity aroma that lingered in his mind. Domi's mind also became a little clearer.

“It might scare you if I tell you.”

"Just say it, it doesn't matter if you get scared or something."

Domi looked at Argyle with a serious face and sighed helplessly. Is it a blessing to have such a brother?

Then Domi told the curse, but concealed the ten-year death date and found a plausible reason.

Argyle probably believed it, and said with his chin in his hand:

"Is there any way to remove this curse? I'm afraid you'll have mental problems if you continue like this."

"Of course there is. A curse like this can be lifted by killing the caster, which means killing the current Lord of the Underworld. Argyle, do you think it's possible?"

Before Domi answered, Agyel had thought about this possibility, but he didn't expect it to be true, and he couldn't help feeling bitter.

"If we can gather the strength of our family..."

"Even if we can win, the price would be too high. It's not worth it just for a curse."

"Argyle," Domi looked at him, "One day I will grow to that level. Then, I will go to the underworld in person and return everything I have suffered!"

"So please trust me and don't tell anyone else about this."

Domi's attitude was very firm. Argyle hesitated to speak, and finally nodded. He had to take good care of Domi and also respect Domi's own choice.

"If you need anything, be sure to ask."

"Um,"

Hey~

Domi took the initiative to touch Argyle's glass, then drank the rest of the wine. Argyle also drank it all and then left.

When Domi was the only one in the room, the evening breeze poured into the house through the broken glass door, like the caress of the goddess of the night, lifting his soul up to the sky.

In ten years, is there really a chance to reach the level of killing the Lord of the Underworld...

This is a big question mark.

Don't worry about the future, just do good things.

He calmed down his agitated mood and sat cross-legged quietly on the bed. He closed his eyes and replayed the scene of comprehending the microscopic soul-devouring energy in his mind.

Ever since he embarked on the path of law, he realized that in order to defeat opponents at the level of pseudo-gods, demigods, or even true gods, he must use the power of law, otherwise they cannot be killed by conventional means.

Therefore, continuing to explore the power of laws in depth is the future he has chosen. The Soul-Devouring Law that can devour all magic is definitely not weaker than other laws!

The day passed like this, and so did the next few days.

In the morning, there are Steward's poison classes and magic classes. In the afternoon, I spend time in the laboratory. Although scientific research is extremely boring, it can actually improve everyone's basic understanding of magic. In the evening, I continue to comprehend the laws of magic.

At this time, Coal Ball would curl up into a ball and sleep soundly on his legs. From time to time, the Black Prince would run out of the underworld and fly into the sky for a ride.

Because it is a spirit, the academy's forbidden-fly magic field does not seem to have much effect on it, and the few effects it has are due to its special physique that makes it immune.

Time passed in this repetitive daily routine, and in the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

Argyle kept the curse a secret for Domi, and no one noticed anything unusual. Everyone in the laboratory continued to work on their own things.

At this moment, a nimble figure suddenly appeared from the window and stood on the windowsill in a dignified manner. A pair of large, gem-like amber eyes stared into the five pairs of eyes inside.

He took out a small compass-like gadget from his arms, looked at the pointer, and then looked up at Domi.

Domi then noticed the guy's attire. It was clearly the style of the western part of the continent, where there were vast expanses of desert and the folk customs were probably similar to those in Egypt. He wore loose wide-leg trousers and a chest-revealing vest, with his arms and chest completely exposed. His dark wheat-colored skin could be seen at a glance.

He looks like a prince from the Western Regions, but he wears a pair of elegant glasses that ruin his temperament. He lacks the nobility of a Persian cat and has more of a nerdy scholarly air.

God knows why he dresses himself like this, but judging from his skills, he is probably a very capable assassin. We should never judge a person by his appearance.

"You must be Dominic Blofeld."

Duomi walked out of the workbench and came to the window sill to confront him: "I am, who are you? The academy should not allow outsiders to enter."

"If I tell them I'm an envoy sent by the Emperor of the Xisha Empire, won't they let me go?" He put the compass back into his pocket, opened the window and jumped in, giving Duomi a Western Region greeting:

"Nice to meet you, Karl, an unknown assassin serving the Emperor. I am sorry for being so rude just now. Mr. Blofeld must have understood the purpose of my visit."

Edward: "Ah? Is that true?"

Argyle: "..."

Domi quickly explained: "Sorry, our last name is Blofeld."

"So that's how it is..." Karl glanced at them and said, "It's a rare and beautiful thing that the three brothers can study and live together, not to mention that they are so harmonious. It's really enviable."

Domi's facial muscles twitched slightly, not knowing whether this guy came here to do business or to chat with him.

So he forced the topic back: "So you were sent by the clerk to get the longan."

"That's right, but it's not okay to address the emperor by his name."

"Don't underestimate me, even Toer has to fill my glass when he sees me!"

real or fake? ? ?

Seeing Dominic's confident look, and the fact that Thor only said when he entrusted him that Dominic was a very strong but troublesome person, and according to the Emperor's habit of saying the opposite of what he said, this was very likely to be true.

Carl was immediately in awe.

After receiving a positive answer, Domi took out the huge dragon eye hidden in a suitable container from the storage space of the 'Dark Moon Sea' and threw it to Carl casually like throwing a toy.

"Here, this is it. Take it back and report it."

Karl took it solemnly, "Thank you..."

Just as Carl was about to leave, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the research progress on the blackboard, which was full of magic inscriptions, so he asked curiously:

"Are you studying magic?"

Domi didn't mind chatting a little more and replied, "Yes, we are researching ways to activate magic without inscriptions, but there is still no progress."

Hearing this, Karl pushed up his glasses. He didn’t expect that he, who was so respectful just now, would suddenly become disdainful:

"It's flashy and impractical. Compared to this illusory thing, it's better to study how to make the desert gush out a steady stream of clean water. This is the magic that can truly benefit the public!"

After saying that, he jumped down with Longyan, and left as quickly as he came.

"This guy, what is he talking about..." Edward muttered. Although he did not make any contribution to the research, he did not like Carl's denial of everyone's efforts.

“But I think what he said makes sense.”

After a moment of silence, Domi suddenly said this.

"Compared to the instantaneous magic without inscriptions, the magic of making water appear in the desert, which requires research and investment and no one has studied in depth, but can definitely change the world, is more real and greater."

"So what do you mean, Domi?" Ai Wei asked.

"I think it's time for us to change the subject and study this little magic that even ordinary people can use in their lives!"

Argyle and Nancy agreed that the idea of ​​no inscriptions was still too far-fetched for them, not to mention that it was only a temporary solution and would be eliminated sooner or later.

Nancy found a research topic application form and handed it to Domi:

"In that case, please ask the initiator to decide on a name for this project."

This time, Duomi did not suffer from the difficulty in naming syndrome. He picked up the pen and wrote a line of big characters in a few strokes.

Everyone put their heads together and read out the words one by one:

"Special research on small life magic!"

Chapter 252 Prelude to the Magic Conference

Chapter 252-251- Prelude to the Magic Conference

Three months later, it was a normal day.

Domire can't help getting up at 6:30 in the morning. The first thing he does after getting up is to drag out his yoga mat and sit on the balcony to bask in the sun, swallowing the freshest air of the day, which can put him in a good mood that can last the whole day.

Then I bought a simple sandwich at the student supermarket downstairs from the dormitory, walked to the station, and took a public horse-drawn carriage to the laboratory building.

Along the way, he ate a sandwich and enjoyed the leisurely mornings in the college, which were only two days a week.

On weekends, pedestrians walking on the street all have a relaxed expression on their faces, and even cats and dogs are lazily lying on the grass basking in the sun.

He had seen this scene many times, but each time it made him stop and watch for a long time.

I don’t know if it was because of the scene that I felt emotional, or if I couldn’t help but want to blend in.

Finally, I thought about it and decided to give up. This slow-paced world is not suitable for someone like me who comes and goes in a hurry.

He turned and walked into the laboratory building. He was the first one to arrive, but not to do experiments. He was not that diligent. If he had this free time, he might as well sleep more. Coal Ball was very dissatisfied with Domi for ruining his dream.

The reason for doing this is that today is an important, milestone day for him and all members of the group.

Magic conference.

Looking around the world, a new magic is born almost every few days, and magic conferences come into being. They can be held by individuals or groups, but they must be applied for and reviewed in advance.

The purpose is to introduce this new magic to the world and increase its exposure. At that time, the Magic Association will send someone to review it. Only with the approval of the association will it be included in the magic library and then widely circulated with the name of the creator.

There are three criteria for recognition: cost-effectiveness (between usage effect and magic power consumption), practicality, and versatility. If two of them are met, it will be qualified for storage.

If only one of them is met, the success rate will be low unless it is really useful, so the criterion of "practicality" is the most important.

Domi came to the laboratory so early just to organize the materials needed for the press conference this afternoon.

After discussion, Domi was chosen to host the first press conference, as they needed a well-known person to raise the profile of their experimental group.

Once they become famous, the school will also give them a large number of scholarships and research subsidies, of course, all in the form of GPA. The number is very large, and it is the only source of income that is higher than the amount of various competitions, which is directly proportional to the difficulty.

"The speech... the outlines to be distributed to the audience and judges... oh, and the experimental model!"

The so-called experimental model is to use Argyle's earth magic to pinch out a small piece of land, and then use Ai Wei's wind magic to quickly weather it into sand to create a small simulated desert. It is quite large, but it can be fit into the storage space in the Dark Moon Sea.

If everything goes well, it will probably give the audience some practical shock.

After packing everything, he headed straight to the press conference.

There is a special place in the city of Kalia, a large auditorium built in the southern commercial district, where various social activities are usually held.

The rest of the group also arrived after lunch.

Before the speech started, the other four people acted as the audience, and Domi began his simulated speech for the umpteenth time.

After I finished speaking, my friends in the audience applauded.

Argyle was very pleased that his younger brother, whom he had seen grow up, was now like a real big shot.

"Very well said Domi, I'm so proud of you."

Argyle is not like the eldest sons in other big families who want to strangle their younger brothers who are much better than themselves. It is impossible for such a person to live in an environment like the Blofeld family. On the contrary, he is very happy to see his younger brothers have a promising future, so that the family can become more prosperous.

"Thank you. Now we will start the actual battle."

"Yes, our achievements will finally be displayed in front of the world."

To be honest, Domi has never been so nervous in front of the emperor. This is the feeling that inventors will encounter when they first launch their inventions.

Another two hours passed, and there was only half an hour left before the press conference officially started at 2:30 in the afternoon. Many guests had already arrived in the auditorium, including Carlos, Grace, the Greenville couple, old Professor Montgomery, the director of the Imperial Civil Affairs Administration (whom Domi specially invited by letter), and diplomats from the Xisha Empire's Embassy to the Lionheart Empire.

To Domi's great surprise, when the guards and civilians stood outside the auditorium and cheers of "Your Majesty" were heard, Xia's adoptive mother and his future mother-in-law, Queen Natiya Vida, also came!

In addition, there were too many local and imperial bigwigs who came, and they all came for the name of Dominic Blofeld.

Because of his presence, the magic conference that was supposed to be full of academic atmosphere suddenly turned into a banquet for the upper class. This made some civilians who had grabbed admission in advance a little overwhelmed. Fortunately, the friendly attitude of Ai Wei and Nancy, who were temporarily acting as staff, relieved most of their nervousness.

"Lord Blofeld, Madam Grace, how are you these days?"

Before the press conference started, Queen Natia Vida came up to Carlos and his wife and greeted them.