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

Then he sat on the chair beside Domi's bed, looked at Domi expressionlessly, and said:

"This enlightenment mission has now come to an end. So, do you want to know my evaluation of your mission?"

Chapter 51 Dominic Holiday

Chapter 51-50- Dominic Holiday

"As far as the ultimate goal is concerned, you successfully assassinated Vincent Kingsley and never revealed your true identity from beginning to end. I give you credit for that."

"But the mistakes you made during this process are definitely deductions. The most serious one is your lack of knowledge of various types of magic, which is why you ignored the trap in the study."

"Won't Connor Livis teach you magic at night? Learn more."

As for his heroic struggle against a hundred enemies alone, Altaïr did not talk about it at all.

Domi was not happy about this. Was there nothing commendable about his highlight moment?

As if he had seen through Domi's thoughts, Altaïr continued:

"Although your current combat capability is already impressive, being able to fight your way in and out of a group of hundreds of guards by yourself, this is not the work of an assassin."

"Listen up, idiot. The way of an assassin is to either kill everyone without anyone noticing and get away with it, or kill everyone to achieve the same result."

“And you strayed from it without knowing it, and that’s your problem.”

"Okay... I'll pay attention next time."

"Well," Altaïr stood up and walked to the bedroom closet. He took out a black cloak folded into a tofu block and handed it to Domi:

"After enlightenment, all assassins of Fomalhaut will receive their first cloak. Take it. This is the glory of Blofeld in the darkness, but also a responsibility."

"I have already reported your situation to Carlos. Stay here to recover from your injuries and enjoy this hard-earned vacation. It's only a month long."

"It would be great to have nothing to do for a whole month~"

With that, Altaïr left the room, leaving Domi alone.

He was still holding the jet-black cloak in his hand. It felt soft and silky, but was much inferior to the one used in the Zhou-Zhua Zhou ceremony. It was said that it could make one immune to all primary offensive magic.

But even so, this was earned through his own hard work, and he felt a great sense of accomplishment, and even couldn't wait to put it on.

A moment later, Domi put it on and stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking like a newsboy from a pyramid scheme organization, without any class at all!

So Domi stuffed the cloak into the suitcase with a gloomy face. If it was not necessary, he should wait until he was taller before wearing it.

He pulled out another set of clothes from the closet:

The upper body is composed of a pure white shirt, dark gray vest and jacket, while the straight trousers of the same color and high-top black leather boots make up the lower body.

The mission has been completed, so he no longer needs to hide his identity and can reveal his true appearance openly.

There is still a blue ribbon on the high ponytail, which ties the hair and then hangs down freely, adding a touch of unruly to the overall seriousness.

Add a top hat and an oversized cane, and this is how he normally dresses when he goes out.

It's not that he wants to go through so much trouble. If possible, he really wants to go out wearing only shorts and short-sleeved shirts. But if he really does that, even if he walks on the street, he will soon be forcibly taken back by his family and educated for a few days. It's simply a case of the words "not worth the loss" written on his face.

Because Domi suffered this loss, he developed the habit of dressing properly.

He walked out of the room, and the maid cleaning the hallway immediately saluted him:

"Good morning, Master Dominic, are you going out? I can go get the carriage ready."

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"The duty lies."

The good thing about being a nobility is that there is always someone to help you with everything, and all you have to do is wait and enjoy the service.

Sitting in the luxurious carriage, the cushions were as soft as a bed, allowing him to give his butt a break anytime and anywhere.

"Go downtown."

The suburbs are a bit far from the downtown area, and Domi even slept for a while in the carriage, but it was difficult to really relax after such a bumpy ride.

When the driver told him they had arrived at the destination, he was still half asleep.

But he quickly adjusted.

"Master, where are we going next?" the coachman asked.

"Just put me down here and you can go back."

He looked troubled: "When should I pick you up?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, you can give yourself a vacation now."

What he meant was that the coachman didn't need to come to pick him up today.

Even though Domi was just a child, given the power he currently possessed, his thoughts were not something a mere coachman could ask or change.

The driver, who was quite sensible, bowed and drove away.

Looking at the busy streets, Domi couldn't help but recall the scene at that time, when Morey took him through these streets for the first time.

The streets remained the same, but the guide was nowhere to be seen.

He came here to find Morey to fulfill his promise.

Since Morey would appear in this area, it means that he would not live too far away. If we reason further, Morey is very poor, so he would probably live in a nearby slum.

You can ask there.

Just based on the way Domi was dressed, no one on the street dared to be disrespectful to him, and they would answer any questions they were asked, unless they really didn't know.

He soon found out Morey's address, which was indeed in the slums.

He stood in front of a shabby wooden door and reached out to knock.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Who?"

A vigilant voice came from inside the house.

"It's me, Morey. Do you remember the agreement between us?"

Hearing this familiar voice again, Morey almost didn't react.

By the time he reacted, his surprise was already uncontrollable, and his initial helplessness and desire to cry had long been thrown into the clouds.

He couldn't wait to open the door, but saw Domi, who was dressed very brightly.

With his handsome face and flowing gray hair, he looks like an elegant gentleman. How could he still look like the embarrassed thief he was before?

"Sir...you..." He was stunned for a moment.

"A friend has come from afar, why don't you invite me in first?"

Domi still maintained his usual smile, being polite and not appearing awkward.

As soon as he entered the door, Domi clearly felt the strong smell of death filling the cottage.

At the tip of my nose, the rotten smell like a corpse lingered for a long time.

"Ahem...Mo Lei, who's here?"

At this moment, a very weak cough came from the only room.

"It's my friend's mother, don't worry."

"That's good... cough cough! Morey, take your friends out first, cough cough cough! It would be bad if they got infected with the disease."

Morey said nothing, but looked at Domi with a pleading look.

To him, Domi was a big shot through and through, and he was not qualified to be his friend at all.

After making such a big fuss, we have to ask Duomi, who has already come in, to leave again. Isn't that a complete dilemma...

However, Domi, who was well versed in the ways of the world, quickly understood what he meant and walked towards the door:

"Then why don't we go out and talk? I know a restaurant that's pretty good. We can also bring some back for Auntie after we finish eating."

Chapter 52: Treat money as dirt and be of high moral character!

Chapter 52-51- Treat money as dirt, be of high moral character!

"Nightwish", a night tavern in the city center.

Literally, this pub is a pub only at night, and it is a proper restaurant at other times, but the flow of people is far less than at night.

This was the restaurant Domi was talking about. He had come here to eat a meal before by chance, and this meal left a deep impression on him.

Not only are the dishes delicious, the decoration inside the restaurant is also very exquisite. It is groundbreaking to use the starry sky as the theme, and the entire ceiling is replaced with a dark night sky, dotted with stars.

It seems that there is no place to install the magic lamp, but in fact, those stars are the lamps.

At night, they will emit exceptionally dazzling lights, illuminating the entire pub like a disco.

The disco under the starry sky is so romantic. Bring your girlfriend to Nightwish to dance!

This is also why Nightwish is very popular among young people.

But during the day, this charm is greatly reduced.

The daylight shone on the basalt floor. There were only a few people sitting in the store. Domi and Morey were sitting in the double seat by the window.

Looking at the exquisite food in front of him, Morey didn't even know how to eat it.

He glanced at Duomi from time to time, wanting to learn how he ate, but afraid that he would laugh at his unsophisticated appearance.

Domi didn't pay much attention to this, nor did he burst Morey's last bit of self-esteem. He just ate slowly and leisurely.

He knew Morey was very hungry and had gone hungry for seven meals in three days, so he demonstrated to him while waiting for him to eat. Only when people are full will they have the energy to think about things other than filling their stomachs.

Morey was not used to cutting food with a fork in one hand and a knife in the other. He usually only used a spoon, and the stiff movements made it difficult for him to eat a piece of meat.

However, when he stuffed the carefully cooked barbecue into his mouth, it melted on the tip of his tongue, and the aroma of the meat bounced repeatedly between his lips and teeth, he felt that his whole body was sublimated. What did it matter if he ate slowly!

After that, he became more and more skilled at eating, and soon finished all the food in front of him.

Although we don't care about the way he eats, Morey really looks like the reincarnation of a glutton.

Duomi laughed and waved to the waiter:

"Except for the ones we just served, please serve one of the other dishes on the menu."

Seeing Domi treating money as dirt, Morey was shocked. Who would order food from the entire menu?

"My Lord... I am almost full, so I don't need you to spend any more money."

The more Domi gave him, the more he felt that he owed him. Just what he had eaten before was more than ten silver wolves.

If he continued to eat like this, he was afraid that he would not only not get the ten silver wolves, but also have to pay a few gold dragons.

Then I can't even afford to replace him even if I sell him.

"Ha, it's no big deal, I'm treating you so just eat as much as you want, eat as much as you want."

"After you finish eating, pick out some of the food you think is delicious and bring it back to your mother."

After hearing what Domi said, Morey not only did not do as he said, but put down his cutlery, sat up straight, his eyes full of inferiority but still looking at him bravely.

"Sir, I just showed you the way. You just need to give me the ten silver wolves... No, it doesn't matter if you don't give them to me. There's no need to bring me here for dinner. I'm just an inferior."

However, the more Morey did this, the more Domi felt that this kid was a talented person with great potential.

At such a young age, he knows how to advance and retreat and distinguish between honor and disgrace, and seems to be quite filial. If he is educated, wouldn't he be several times better than those beasts in human clothing?

It would be a waste to bury such talents in the slums, so Duomi couldn't help but feel a sense of cherishing their talents.

"Yeah, you're right."

Domi picked up the bottle of red wine and poured it for Morey and himself. The fine wine shone with a transparent luster under the sunlight.

He shook the goblet, watching the wine sway, and said:

"My agreement with you does stop here, but during this period, I saw the shining point in you. Let me put it bluntly, Morey, work with me, and your future will be far more than that garbage dump."

"Perhaps you will rise to prominence, have unimaginable wealth and power, eat food like this every day, walk down the street in fancy clothes, and enjoy the envy of your neighbors; or perhaps you will be left dead on the street, becoming a dead rat that everyone wants to kill.

One thought can lead to heaven or hell. What the future holds depends entirely on your own choices and actions."

“I’m sorry, but that might be too abstract, because that’s at least what happens when you’re an adult.