What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

Chapter 116-115- One punch, Superman!

Three weeks have passed since the Cumming Lake Festival, and the short holiday is over. What should everyone do?

Domi finished taking Mr. Connor Lives's class in the morning and took a nap at noon. In the afternoon, because of his 'early graduation', he no longer had to report to Altaïr, so he had a lot of free time.

As a qualified dandy, his external manifestations are his love of food and laziness. In private, Duomi will not really show off, but will remain as cool as ever.

Now, he is studying the book of heraldry obtained from the memory of the last king. The material room in the castle has become his new position after the library.

He listed the materials for making coats of arms at all levels on paper and found that with the current material reserves, the level [-] coat of arms was as high as the sky. No matter how high the level of coat of arms was, it lacked the most important material - the blessing of bronze.

This thing should be impossible to get again, after all, he destroyed it himself.

That's okay, the sixth-level coat of arms can store the magic power required for ten high-level magics, which is equivalent to thirty intermediate magics and sixty primary magics.

It is of no use to someone like Carlos who can increase the maximum amount of magic power over time. It is just the icing on the cake, but for people below the level of the Archmage, it is an epic enhancement.

So Duomi has been studying the sixth level coat of arms crazily and sleeplessly these days.

According to the Book of Heraldry, the more advanced the coat of arms, the more and rarer the materials required, and the more complex the core of the magic circle that is inserted into it becomes.

Just like those disgusting geometry and mathematics questions.

Squares, circles, and triangles are mixed together, and mixed with strange patterns. When you magnify these patterns with a magnifying glass, you will see that they are actually smaller geometric formations...

After looking at it for a long time, it felt like there were ants crawling on it.

It is obviously irrational to forcefully draw them, because a single magic circle needs coherence.

The normal operation process is to draw each small magic circle, and then put a larger frame on it, and just draw it from small to large.

With his photographic memory, Domi can memorize all these magic circles in his mind.

However, knowing your brain does not mean you know your hands.

In order not to waste too much material, he first practiced on the draft over and over again, and then started to practice it formally after he became proficient.

He used ink dipped in a special material to draw strokes one by one, his eyes almost touching the table while wearing a single magnifying glass.

Now he is like a watchmaker, using pen and ink to outline each 'clock part'.

Time passed unknowingly while he was concentrating. There were no windows in the material room, and he didn't know how much time had passed, because he couldn't be distracted at this moment, and the progress had reached the final stage!
When he finished drawing the outermost circle with the tool, he was so relieved that he almost shouted.

"Completed! The sixth level heraldic array!"

He quickly held up the magic circle paper with both hands and threw it into the prepared black heraldry liquid.

Gollum Gollum Gollum...

Weird bubbles emerged from the crucible, which seemed a bit permeable.

But Duomi knew that it was the expansion and transpiration caused by the unstable sigil liquid absorbing magic power in a short period of time, and it would be fine after a while.

Taking advantage of this period of time, Duomi asked someone to find the appointed tattoo master.

"Master... do you want to get a tattoo again? I'm not going to talk too much, but I just want to remind you that too many tattoos will have a bad impact..."

"It's okay. I asked you to come here this time to cover my original tattoo with a new 'liquid'."

Although the tattoo master was very confused by Duomi's behavior, he didn't ask. Who said that the young master was his client and he was very generous, so he just had to obey him.

Tattooing usually takes a long time, but it doesn't take that long to paint it again on the original basis. It can be done in three hours.

After the new 'Qilin Steps on Ghost' was carved, a strange phenomenon occurred directly!

The tattoo artist saw that the shadow magic in the air was forcibly compressed by an unknown force into large visible magic particles, and then like a tadpole looking for its mother, it burrowed into the 'Qilin Stepping Ghost' he carved himself.

He didn't remember that the tattoo he carved had such miraculous effects!
It has to be said that the perfect shadow talent absorbs magic very quickly. If he stays here for a while longer, the shadow magic in the entire room may be sucked dry by him.

So after sending away the tattoo master, Duomi got off the bed, put on a shirt and left the material room without unbuttoning the buttons. He wanted to find a room with a mirror to see if the newly carved tattoo looked domineering.

Unexpectedly, he bumped into Alger as soon as he went out.

The swordsman genius that the world calls him is just a defeated general.

This was the first impression that popped into Duomi's mind when she saw him.

He seemed to have come specifically to find him.

It was indeed as Duomi thought. Alger asked all the way and found out that Duomi was here. When he first saw him, he was quite excited. After all, he finally found someone.

But when he saw the ferocious tattoo on Duomi's chest, he couldn't say anything as soon as he reached his mouth, and his eyes focused on it.

He couldn't imagine that a guy who was three years younger than him actually had a tattoo and it was so scary. Isn't it a bit ahead of his time?

Can those who are not of this rank consciously get out? Hey!
Duomi thought he was going to say something, but when they met, he couldn't even speak?You have to let him speak first:
"Um... Alger, right? Even if you are born as a commoner, you should know that it is rude to keep staring at others when you have nothing to do, right?"

Alger felt like he was being pardoned, and bowed apologetically: "I'm sorry, Master Dominic, I didn't mean it, I just saw your tattoo, it was a bit..."

"surprise."

"Well," Duomi nodded: "Tell me, you seem to have something to ask me for."

Duomi's indifferent attitude surprised him. When they first met, Duomi almost turned his nose up to the sky, and he was still sarcastic at him. Could it be that this appearance now is his true appearance?

Alger secretly shook his head. The scene after scene of Domi brutally torturing him was still vivid in his mind. Studying his character and the way he behaved was meaningless, because Domi was just his lifelong enemy, nothing more.

He still maintained his bowing posture and said in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant:

"Master Dominic, I would like to invite you to compete with me again, without any other means, relying solely on physical fitness and the weapons in your hands."

"As you said before, use your weaknesses to match my strengths."

Duomi's mood didn't fluctuate much after hearing this, and he said calmly: "You want to defeat me in this aspect, and then find some confidence?"

"No!" Alger suddenly raised his head, his eyes were very determined: "I was already blinded by anger at that time, so this time, I want to clearly see how far my limit is from your bottom line. "

“I need to set a goal for myself and then have a direction to work towards.”

Domi was silent for a moment.

I thought that I could still have such a mentality after a disastrous defeat. I am worthy of being the chosen one. It is not an exaggeration to call him the protagonist of life who cannot be beaten to death, survives despite death, and is always high-spirited.

Anyway, the villain value in him was almost gone, so Duomi didn't bother to deliberately disgust and belittle him, so he readily agreed...

"However, if you want me to take action, it will take up my rare free time. Every drink and every peck has its own definition. You have to show some expression to make it reasonable, right?"

To put it bluntly, I can't help you for nothing, I can only give you some appearance fees as compensation.

Alger thought that apart from his abilities and the talent of the protagonist, all the money he had put together was not as valuable as the ice silk shirt Duomi was wearing at the moment.

Ice silkworms are strange creatures that only live on snow-capped mountains thousands of meters high. They can be cultivated artificially, but the farms must be built on the snow.

Due to the high cost of breeding and the extremely low output, the cloth woven is extremely valuable. Wearing clothes made of this cloth can bring you coolness all the time. It is a top luxury that only the nobles can afford. Taste.

It's entirely reasonable for Alger to think so.

Since money cannot move people's hearts, they can only sell themselves.

He also threw out his chips without hesitation: "As long as you agree, I am willing to do anything I can for you!"

"Oh~~"

Then he became a little interested. It just so happened that he had something to do here and it was inconvenient for him to end up there, so he happened to let Alger take care of it.

"Okay! I agreed to this competition. When will it start?"

"It's better to choose a day than to hit it. Today is the day! It's up to you, young master, to choose the venue." "Since you said so, it's easier to do it at the front door. It's over quickly so I can go back to the room."

Hearing that the competition opportunity he had exchanged for a favor was going to be hastily held at the gate of the castle, Alger felt a little uncomfortable, but his words were like water being thrown out, and there was no reason to take them back. He could only follow. Behind Duomi, he walked step by step towards the garden at the door.

Along the way, the maids covered their mouths and screamed:
"Master, your shirt is unbuttoned!"

"It's a bit hot, let's cool it off like this."

Duomi just walked over, how could he still look like a noble and meticulous?

With her breasts exposed, she looked like a gangster, but he was also the most handsome gangster... And the maids could not forget the ferocious tattoo on Domi's chest many years later.

Because in the future, that will almost become the endorsement of Domi's reputation.

When we came to the garden at the door, there was a large fountain in the center, and a large circle of land around it was empty, which was perfect for free fighting.

"This is it, come on."

The two were separated by about ten meters and looked at each other from a distance.

At the same time, someone else happened to witness them, it was Rosa who was writing a diary in her room, and Gresa who was accompanying her.

Whenever Gresa has free time, she will spend more time with Rosa, the daughter of an old friend, so that she can feel her mother's warmth again.

Through the glass in front of the desk, Rosa recognized the figure of her brother Domi at a glance:

"Eh? Why does Brother Duomi look like he's going to fight with the swordsman from before?"

As soon as these words were said, Gresa's attention was immediately attracted. She also looked through the window and indeed saw Domi and Alger confronting each other in front of the fountain. Domi was only wearing a shirt?Not even buttoned!

"How can one behave properly if his clothes are not covering his body?"

"Huh?" Rosa felt that this shouldn't be the focus.

"Mother, won't you stop them?"

"Why stop them? This is a duel between boys, how romantic~ And if Domi can beat Alger the first time, he can beat him the second time. We must have enough confidence in Domi!"

"After the beating, I had to teach him a lesson. My previous instructions to him not to wear random clothes and go out fell on deaf ears."

Looking at the murderous Gresa, Rosa felt very worried for Domi.

"Brother... I hope you can survive..."

Before the fountain.

Domi waved to Alger, his shirt swaying in the breeze, like a dashing master.

"Please enlighten me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Alger drew out his wooden training sword at lightning speed, rushed in front of Domi, and slashed him on the head!
hum~
If Duomi still needed to rely on displacement skills to dodge before, now that his attribute values ​​have been greatly improved and his [Shadow Streaming Body Technique] has reached its peak, he doesn't even need to dodge.

Because...his sword is too slow!
Boxers, boxers (wimpy, wimpy)!

Under the watchful eyes of several pairs of eyes (the mother and daughter upstairs, the maids secretly watching at the door), Domi actually made a bold move!

I saw that he simply stretched out two fingers and actually clamped the chopped sword blade accurately!
boom--

The air wave spread around the two people, but Domi, who was under the sword, didn't do anything. He even looked at Alger, who was extremely shocked, expressionlessly.

"how is this possible!"

He wanted to pull out the sword blade, but found that it was not an easy task and required a lot of strength.

The moment he drew out the sword, he launched an attack again without belief!
This time it’s going to be cut from the side!

Alger changed his body shape, and this time he was indeed much calmer. Knowing that he couldn't hit him from the front, he stopped being tough, so he settled for the next best thing and launched an attack from the back.

But he didn't realize one thing - only assassins can go around other people's backs, and no one can go around assassins' backs.

He held the sword hilt with both hands, pointed the sword tip at Domi's abdomen, and stabbed him with all his strength!
"ah!!!"

However, Domi not only did not dodge or turn around, but as if there were eyes on his back, he repeated his old trick and squeezed his sword tightly with only two fingers!

Feeling the huge force transmitted from the tip of the sword, Alger's face was full of disbelief. Strength should obviously be his strength!
At this moment, Duomi let go of his sword and slowly turned around, still calm and calm:

"Don't you want to see how big the gap is between you and me..."

He walked step by step towards Alger who was stunned on the spot.

It wasn't that Alger didn't want to keep the distance, but Duomi's pressure was too strong. Onlookers who weren't targeted might not feel it, but he was firmly locked with murderous intent, but even his clothes were soaked in cold sweat!

In his eyes, Duomi seemed to be followed by a ferocious and strange pitch-black beast—lion head, antlers, tiger eyes, elk body, dragon scales, ox tail... The pupils were flashing with scarlet light, and the aura of the ancient world was overwhelming. Block out all the rays of the sun.

That is not any kind of skill, but the aura that naturally comes out after reaching a certain level of strength.

Duomi slowly raised his right hand, made a fist, stepped forward with his left foot, twisted his waist, and pulled his fist back. There was no emotion in his dark blue eyes.

"Witness this unparalleled power."

"Not good!" Gresa seemed to have felt Domi's strong aura, and she seemed to be rushing to kill Alger. After all, he was the bodyguard arranged by the Queen to accompany Sia, and Domi killed their family like this. It’s not easy to communicate either.

She immediately opened the window and tried to stop Domi loudly, but the sound did not travel as fast as Domi's fists.

Boo!
The fist made a sonic boom, and he was in front of Alger in an instant!

Watching the fist getting bigger and bigger...

I……

Are you going to die?

This is his last thought.

However, to everyone's surprise, Domi's fist actually stopped right there, less than two centimeters away from Alger's face.

Duomi retracted his movements, his expression softened again, as if he had benefited from something, and he was in a very good mood:

"Remember to honor your promise~"

Watching Duomi's leaving figure, Alger fell to the ground, looking shocked.

Heart beating so fast.

Wind, sound, touch...

In the face of death, it seems as if everything has been taken away.

It wasn't until the maids ran over with frightened faces that he managed to regain some consciousness and stood up, but heard the unusual sound of water flowing from the fountain behind him.

He turned his head to look.

As expected, he was about to see a scene that would cast a shadow over his entire teenage years——

The luxurious fountain collapsed, the floor tiles opened a crack, and even the garden plants behind the fountain had holes...

This shows how terrifying Duomi's incomplete punch was.

If it hit him in the face, his skull would probably fly ten miles away.

Alger seemed to be stunned, his arms hanging down weakly, the wooden sword fell to the ground with a clatter, and he murmured:
"What kind of monster are you...?"

(End of this chapter)