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

Chapter 118-117- Love sprouts in the rain

"Oh~?"

As soon as Larcade turned around, the two younger brothers flew past him, knocking over the gambling table behind them and falling unconscious.

Not only did Alger stand up, his momentum also changed drastically, so much so that he kicked away two younger brothers who came to search him.

Larcade applauded:
"I'm just saying how did a scumbag like you become a genius? You really need two brushes. What, swordsman genius, why did you pick up the sword?"

Alger took trembling steps, walking towards Lacard in his heyday step by step. Under his medium-long tawny hair was his resolute eyes:

"I can't cross that hurdle, so I can't become stronger, but even so, I still have to fight for the people I protect!"

It seems that the person behind the scenes must have something to do with Princess Shia, and Larcade got an important piece of information.

Alger is now in a wonderful unparalleled state. Naturally, he has no extra brain cells to think about what should be said and what should not be said, so he just says what he wants to say.

Therefore, after saying those words, he suddenly felt that his turbulent life had calmed down again, and Xia was like his 'dwelling needle'.

As long as she is around, I will never be lost, and I will have spiritual sustenance in my struggles.

A faint white light glowed on the sword blade.

Even the old sword master didn't expect that the sword energy that was not awakened by stepping out of the shadows would appear because of a woman he wanted to protect.

He laughed out loud: "Guarding is also an important spirit."

With a flick of his arm and the long sword, the pale sword energy spurted out, cutting an 'East African Rift Valley' on the floor, leading to the entrance to Larcade.

But Lacard had never grown up on a vegetarian diet. He quickly used the flowing water fist technique, retreating in a gurgling water-like manner while deftly releasing the force. Finally, he completely discharged all the power of the sword energy. He had nothing to do, at most. There are a few more cuts on my hands.

At least it made him bleed.

Alger showed a satisfied smile, hehe, isn't he doing well? The sword is still young.

However, Larcade would not give Alger a good look anymore. If he had made a mistake when unloading the sword energy just now, these cuts would have appeared on his neck.

He stepped forward with standard fighting steps, and Alger realized that this strong man could move so fast, but agility was also his strength.

The fists with running water kept passing by his ears, but none of them actually hit him.

Just when Alger was trying to counterattack in a solid defense, his stomach suddenly spasmed, causing his entire movement to be severely deformed, and Rakad seized the opportunity.

"Oops……"

"I didn't expect it. The water moistened everything silently. From the moment I hit you with my first punch, the power of the water surged in your stomach. It was prepared for this moment!"

Larcade directly grabbed Alger's neck and one leg, straightened his entire torso, and then pushed him up with a knee!

This wasn't over yet, he kept kicking and hitting the same part repeatedly.

puff!
Alger spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining Larcade's trouser legs and leather shoes red.

But this did not extinguish his anger, but it was more concentrated on his feet, and the sound of feet touching flesh was particularly cruel.

"Why aren't you crazy young man?"

"Don't you know how to release sword energy? Can you release another one for me?"

"say!"

"Pretend to be dead, right? I'll let you pretend to be dead!"

At this time, Alger really couldn't stand up anymore.

Blood mixed with saliva flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, forming a small puddle of liquid. Then Larcade pushed his head in and rubbed it repeatedly:

"Come on, have a taste of yourself and inhale it. Inhaling it might even make your mouth bleed~"

His face was moistened by his own fluids.

Tinnitus... buzzing.

In addition to Larcade's curses, there were also the ridicules of countless people.

The vision began to blur, and darkness gradually enveloped the edges.

Forget it, none of this matters anymore, because on the other side of the light, Princess Xia, the person he wants to protect his whole life, will be waiting for him there.

"Dominique... I really shouldn't have promised you... Really, I'm so stupid... But... thank you..."

Thanks to him, he strengthened Princess Xia's position in his heart, so much so that it became a spiritual sustenance, and he could even use it to cut out sword energy.

"If I can still survive...I will definitely become stronger, stronger...and then...defeat you."

At the last moment when his consciousness completely fell into silence, Lacard's legs stopped in mid-air, and everyone looked towards the door.

"North, north, north, north...people from Fomalhau?!"

Standing between the two men in pure black hooded cloaks was Domi, followed by the tavern owner.

Larcade recognized Domi, and then confirmed the identities of the two people next to him through association.

In fact, he was afraid of only Fomalhaut and not Domi, because Domi was still just a child. No matter how powerful he was, other nobles would not do anything to him if they tried to contain him.

But the nature of Fomalhaut changed as soon as it appeared. It was a signal that the Blofeld family wanted to kill them all.

The people present were in a mess, eagerly looking for any way to escape.

"Master?"

"Kill them all, there is no need to leave anyone alive."

"As ordered."

In the midst of the flash of swords, a moment later, only two people, Lacard and Alger, were left alive in the originally bustling underground casino.

The others, without exception, died from slit throats with daggers, and all fell in a pool of their own blood.

Only at this moment did Morey realize what it meant to 'say the most insipid words and do the most ruthless things'. Hundreds of people would all go to see God in just one sentence.

How domineering this must be.

He knew that Domi was just too lazy to take action himself, so he brought two thugs to do it for him. He was fully capable of doing it alone.

Duomi slowly walked towards Racade and said calmly:
"Originally, I just wanted to teach you a lesson so that no one would dare to take a look at this cake. Unfortunately, Alger is so useless. There is no other way. I have to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys."

"Lest those ignorant little nobles stay safe for too long and forget what the name of the God of Death is above their heads."

Domi pointed his finger, and the two thugs immediately stepped forward to kill Lacard, and picked up the unconscious Alger along the way.

"You just want to get involved in some business. You really think you are some kind of American predator, don't you?"

"Leave the body here. Morey, go over and use Larcade's blood to draw a sign for the Hearthstone Tavern on the carpet."

"Yes."

Although Morey really didn't want to use human blood to paint, since it was Domi's order, he had no reason to refuse. Any refusal would be hypocritical and rebellious.

After watching him finish, Duomi led everyone out of the underground casino.The day after the incident, the whole city was in uproar.

The local snake entrenched in the underground casino actually had the whole pot taken away!
The blood of the famous Cyclops, Rakade Owl, the Master of Flowing Water Fist, was even used to smear the floor.

Now, everyone knows that there is a god behind the Lupai Tavern, and all the nobles have stopped talking, and they are silent when the words "Lupai Tavern" are mentioned.

Who knows who dares to take advantage of it again, whether their own family will be massacred next.

With no one to stop them, the Hearth Tavern is like Teddy in heat—it’s blooming everywhere!
You can see a bunch of people gathering in the Lupai Tavern everywhere.

It is a holy place for card fighting. The lively atmosphere and fresh ornamental games have attracted many drinkers and become their new choice for drinking places.

From morning to early morning for proofing, there are almost always people there at any time.

And this craze is spreading to the towns around the main city of Blofield, and is being carried to further afield as adventurers spread the word by word of mouth...

"Master, most of the guests in the taverns have been poached by us now. I have conducted on-site inspections and found that these taverns are now sparsely populated. In such an atmosphere, there will only be fewer and fewer people."

In Ye Yuan's office, Morey respectfully reported to Duomi Hui, who was sitting on the boss's chair. Mei still played the role of serving tea and water, and she seemed to enjoy it.

"Very good," Domi praised Morey's efficiency, which showed that his plan was proceeding in an orderly manner.

"You should know what to do next. This business model can be continued, but it's just not like a tavern. You need to make some changes. I can't teach you how to make changes. You have to realize it yourself."

"Understood, I will buy these taverns in one go when they are completely out of business. Master Dominic, please wait for the good news."

Domi stood up, changed the position of the boss's chair to Morey, and patted his shoulder:

"I feel relieved to have you in charge."

"Oh, by the way," before leaving, Duomi put the hat on his head and turned around and asked, "How are your mothers?"

Mei said: "Thanks to the young master and Morey, my mother has recovered and my father has returned home. It turns out that my father left home at that time just to raise money for my mother."

"Well, congratulations on your family reunion. What about Morey? Is Auntie feeling better?"

Morey looked a little sad: "My mother... passed away a week ago."

Mei let out an exclamation, and Domi was a little surprised.

Morey did not hold a funeral. He thought that Morey's mother was still alive and her illness might have improved, but there was no news at all.

"Uh...sorry, I shouldn't have talked about it."

"No, I don't blame you. I didn't tell you on purpose, and I didn't hide it from everyone on purpose. It's just that... maybe my mother didn't want too many people to see her like that."

Domi recalled how she looked when she first met her aunt. In fact, as a mother, she is one of those mothers who can give birth to a child as handsome and handsome as Morey.

Unfortunately, the disease she suffered from had some symptoms of tuberculosis in the early stage, and in the later stage, it caused the whole body to fester and emit a foul smell. When she died, she was completely unrecognizable.

The two of them also understood the mood of Morey's mother. If they became like that, they wouldn't want their relatives and friends to see it.

"I express my condolences..."

After a moment of silence, Domi left with an umbrella.

As if to coincide with the occasion, it began to rain a little outside the window, but judging from the trend, it was threatening to turn into heavy rain.

Crackling, crackling...

Raindrops as big as beans hit the window pane, playing soothing, natural music.

But to Mei's ears, it sounded inexplicably sad.

She walked up behind Morey and gently stroked his back. She didn't know how to comfort someone who had just lost all their loved ones, so she could only use this method to help Morey squeeze out a little sadness.

After a while, Morey grabbed Mei's hand. He originally wanted to take it off his back, but he never thought that Mei's hand was so warm and could even remove the dampness and coldness brought by the rain.

"I'm sorry...can I hold your hand for a moment? I know it's a bit abrupt, of course you can refuse..."

"sure."

"Sorry...wait, you agreed?"

Mei not only agreed, but also squatted down and covered Morey's cold little hand with her other hand:

"As long as you want it, all my warmth can be given to you."

Mei's warmth spread from his hands to his heart, feeling warm.

In the end, the two of them had knee pillows on the couch in the living room, and Mei gave Morey a knee pillow.

Mei is already a big girl this year. For Morey, who is eight years younger than her, Mei's role as a 'sister' already has some motherly qualities.

Not as good as the mother who actually gave birth to him and raised him, but she can still give him motherly warmth.

Lying on Mei's legs together, with her hair gently smoothed, Morey felt full of peace of mind and fell asleep unconsciously.

Looking at Morey's sleeping face, Mei felt sorry for him and pushed his hair behind his ears with her fingers.

She is okay, her parents are still alive and taking care of her until she reaches adulthood.

But Morey, who was only ten years old, lost his parents. Before he met Master Domi, he even supported a family and a seriously ill mother by himself.

"You are already very strong... take a good rest~"

"I'll always, always be with you."

Hurrah--

When Duomi returned to the castle on the top of the mountain, it was already raining heavily. The downpour seemed to be about to knock off the roof, and even the umbrella was about to be blown over by the wind.

He pointed the umbrella in the direction of the wind and lowered it, which made it easier for him, but he couldn't see ahead.

How could this matter?He has been walking here for seven years and can reach the door with his eyes closed.

But because this umbrella was the smallest, it was a little too small for him as he grew older, and it still couldn't cover him under a lot of rain.

The driver wanted to hold an umbrella for Domi, but Domi was considerate of his family and insisted on doing it by himself. After all, no one wanted to get wet.

However, at this moment, the sound of rain was mixed with the sound of footsteps, getting closer and closer...

In the field of vision, a pair of small white leather shoes came into view. Looking up, it was Sia holding a bigger umbrella!
"you……"

"Really, if you go out on a rainy day, give me the little umbrella and you can hold it."

In this way, the two of them held an umbrella together, their bodies so close that they seemed to be able to feel each other's breathing and heartbeat.

The castle cast a soft light, lengthening their backs.

Duomi matched Shia's pace, and Shia also matched Duomi's speed, walking even slower.

However, walking in the rain like this feels pretty good.

(End of this chapter)