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

"To be honest, it only takes dinner time to clean them out, but who would touch the stored food in advance?"

"When the family needs money, they will be slaughtered. When the younger generation needs a whetstone, they will be used as a tool. This is the reason why food reserves still exist."

"You are very lucky, useless man, to have food reserves to be your mentor."

"So you want me to kill them? Kill the whole family?"

"Yes, to be precise, we will only kill their head of the family, Vincent Kingsley. We will take care of the others."

Altaïr's tone was very relaxed, as if killing an entire family was not something worth mentioning. The spirit of treating human life as worthless was carried to the extreme in him.

"Don't worry. Their child was arranged to die unexpectedly the day before you came for training. They are probably still mourning now. They won't let you go. The others deserved it."

"What about their children? Do they deserve it too?"

Domi wasn't having a sudden Madonna episode, but he wanted to know how Altaïr, Fomalhaut, or Blofeld would consider such a matter of morality.

Arter paused, as if he was surprised that Domi would ask this question. It didn't seem like...

But he still responded:

"There is no innocent snowflake under the avalanche. Even if we let their children go, will their children forget this hatred?"

"As a killer, the most taboo is to be merciful, the second taboo is to not remove the root of the problem, and the third taboo is to be careless."

"What about trust? What does trust mean to a killer?"

"Trust is the virtue of the killer world~

You can only watch from a distance, not play with it. You can trust your companions to a certain extent, but don't leave any room for them. Always be cautious, and you will live longer. "

After listening and thinking for a while, Domi said:

"I think I understand, Vincent Kingsley, right? When will you start?"

"Since this is your first lesson, it should be conducted during teaching hours. It would be better to do it this afternoon. Get ready. I've put the things in that corner."

He pointed to a corner of the room, and when the light shone there, he could see a set of civilian clothes, an ordinary dagger on the market, and a pair of black boxing gloves with spikes on the finger bones.

"I'll take you down the mountain when you're ready, and you'll have to walk the rest of the way on your own."

"By the way, does my dad agree?"

"The moment he sent you into Fomalhaut, that said it all, Dominic."

……

In the training room, Domi took off his training clothes and changed into the clothes that Altaïr had prepared for him. It was a tan linen vest and a pair of taupe trousers. The shirt was originally white, but it was a little yellowed due to sweat stains.

From top to bottom, the word poverty is everywhere.

Wearing this suit he could blend in among the common people without any difficulty.

But his appearance and hair are too conspicuous, so he may need to do some work after he goes out.

He tied the dagger with a leather sheath to his waist with a belt and stuffed the gloves into his arms. Now he was fully prepared.

He came to the tavern, and Altaïr took him out of the castle through the underground passage...

The exit is the toilet of a women's branch. There is a place in the corner of the toilet where cleaning tools are placed. You can go out by lifting one of the floor tiles.

Before leaving, Altaïr simply patted Domi on the shoulder and said to him the last words: "Always be cautious."

Watching Altaïr's back gradually disappear at the end of the passage, Domi took a deep breath.

"Okay, okay... It's just killing someone, it's not that difficult."

He knew that what was coming next was the real reality, not the training ground that his family had woven for him.

As if he had made up his mind, he finally lifted up the floor and crawled out of the passage.

It was very dark when I first saw it, and a pungent odor mixed with the smell of hormones went straight to the top of my head when I inhaled it from the tip of my nose. To be honest, it was not smelled by humans.

From time to time, sounds of vomiting or intercourse could be heard from the toilet cubicle. Domi really didn't want to stay here for another second.

So he walked out of the bathroom, went to the corridor, climbed out of the window, and entered an alley.

However, the smell still lingered on his clothes, which made him feel disgusted.

Just then, three more people walked into the alley.

It's classic street bullying.

But they are all quite young, just a few years older than Domi.

The two bullies were one tall and thin, the other short and fat.

The bullied person was a skinny, pretty boy with a pretty face. He looked like an easy target to bully.

Domi used invisibility and just watched from the side. He had no intention of taking any action as he didn't want to cause any trouble.

But he suddenly found that the thin man's clothes seemed to fit him well. They were loose on the thin man, but probably just right for him.

"It seems you are quite lucky."

He approached the two brothers in an invisible state, and in the case of rapid movement, the invisibility spell would reveal his outline.

But it doesn't matter, as long as they can't see their faces clearly.

Domi walked closer, grabbed the fat man's wrist, and threw him over his shoulder!

It hit the ground with a bang, making a dull sound.

He tripped the thin guy again and then dragged the fat guy over and threw him over.

Domi quickly dealt with the two little Karamis.

From Morey's perspective, he saw a shadow suddenly appear, and it took care of the two bullies in two quick moves, and then it stripped the thin man's clothes as if no one was around.

These few small actions gave his young heart a great shock.

He stared with eyes wide open, watching the whole process in disbelief. The previously arrogant bully was defeated just like that?

But soon, he understood his current situation.

A big guy who suddenly appeared helped him, but he didn't seem to be a good person.

"Uh... I didn't see anything. If this doesn't work... maybe I should just pass out myself?"

Morey took two steps back and forced a wry smile.

Suddenly I remembered that I have the final exam tomorrow, and I have to wait until the summer vacation to update the content.

Don't worry about cramming...

Chapter 46 Morey (Seeking follow-up reading)

Chapter 46-45- Morey (Seeking follow-up reading)

Domi had already changed into the thin man's light blue civilian clothes.

As for the original clothes... he pulled out a dagger and cut the clothes into continuous pieces of cloth, which wrapped around his hair and most of his face, like a Middle Eastern bandit.

This way, even if the invisibility fails, his true appearance will not be exposed.

Always be cautious.

Of course, since their clothes had been taken off, we naturally had to take the things on these two thugs as well.

Domi looted six bronze eagles from them and put them all in his pocket in case of emergency.

[You robbed two thugs and looted all their money, villain value +200]

After finishing all the work, he noticed that there was someone behind him, who witnessed his entire "crime process".

There's no way. This guy is weak and has no presence. There's really no need to pay attention to him.

Seeing that Domi seemed to focus his attention on him, Morey's legs began to tremble like a sieve, and he didn't even dare to look Domi in the eye.

Even Domi himself didn't expect that his oppressive power had become so strong?

Before Duomi could say anything, Morey knelt down in front of Duomi and begged:

"Please, let me go! The money I have is to buy food for my sick mother. Without this food, my mother will not survive!"

Domi didn't believe him.

But judging from Morey's physique, he really looked like he had gone hungry five times in two days.

Moreover, Domi knew that he needed a guide to help him carry out his plan, because he had hardly ever left the castle and was unfamiliar with many places in the city.

From this point of view, this kid Morey is the best choice at the moment.

"You said your mother was sick and needed food, right?"

Morey nodded repeatedly.

"How much food can you buy with the money in your pocket?"

Mo Lei calculated for a moment and said, "Half...half a loaf of bread..."

I only heard Domi sneer:

"Half a loaf of bread? How can it be enough for two of you?

There are also medicines. If there are no medicines, how can your mother's illness be cured?"

"So you need more money, and now, there is such an opportunity to make quick money in front of you."

Domi took out the six bronze eagles from his pocket, spread them on his palm, and showed them to Morey openly. His eyes indeed burst into desire.

"Six bronze eagles, this is the deposit.

Do something for me, and I'll give you ten silver wolves after you finish it, how about that? "

Ten silver wolves!

Equivalent to one hundred bronze eagles!

A loaf of bread as long as an adult's arm only costs three bronze eagles, a hundred...

It was enough to pay for his and his mother’s food for a long time, and there would still be some spare money for his mother’s medical treatment!

The heartless man abandoned them, his mother fell ill, and now the whole family depends on him to support it.

Even if it is dangerous, he must go!

Morey immediately took the coin and put it in his pocket, his eyes firm and he said:

"I'll do it!"

The corners of Domi's mouth slightly raised:

"Very good. Now, stand up. People who work for me don't have to kneel on the ground."

In order to save magic power, Domi ended his invisibility.

Morey stood up and was shocked again. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could tell from his body shape that this big man was not older than him, and might even be smaller than him!

The only thing that didn't match the guessed age was the pair of exposed eyes.

Calm and cool, as if there are careful thoughts flowing through him, revealing confidence all the time.

He must be able to afford ten silver wolves!

Before he could ask any questions, Duomi blocked his mouth:

"You just need to do your job. Don't ask anything else unless I ask you. Understand?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Do you know how to get to Kingsley's mansion? 23 Garden Avenue. This is the address."

"Garden Avenue?! That's where only dignitaries and big businessmen can live. Kingsley is a nobleman who lives there!"

"My question is, do you know how to get there? I don't need you to tell me what's on the Garden Avenue."

Domi looked at him coldly.

Morey shuddered, lowered his head immediately, not daring to look him in the eye, and changed his words:

"Although I have never been there, I know where it is. My mother was a servant there before she fell ill. Please follow me."

Following Morey out of the alley, Domi finally came to the busy street outside and saw the world outside the city's entertainment district.

The houses on both sides of the street are brick and stone houses without wall decorations, which are very different from the high-rise and well-renovated lofts in the prosperous area.