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

Chapter 184-183- Ernest
"The soul of the hunting dragon?" Duomi found the key word for identification: "Then how do you see something that is impossible to observe like the soul?"

Montgomery searched for a long time in his mind filled with countless memories, and finally gave the answer after a long time:

"Just go home, your own home."

"Ernest Blofeld should still be alive."

The name Duomi is very familiar, even though I haven’t seen him a few times since I was a child.

Ernest, Carlos's father, his grandfather, and the previous head of the Blofield family, was probably about the same age as Montgomery, in his seventies or eighties, maybe a little older than Montgomery.

I remember that the last time I saw him a few years ago, the old man looked like an old man, without the vitality of Montgomery at all.

"Why are you looking for my grandpa? Is it possible...?"

"According to historical records, and based on age, it is very likely that your grandfather experienced the last dragon-slaying battle, even though he might have been just a young child at the time..."

After obtaining useful information, Domi did not leave immediately. Instead, he chatted with Montgomery for a while. His self-consciousness and everything that had happened so far told Domi that his relationship with his family was definitely very weak, and there was no harm in chatting more.

Montgomery picked up the teacup and sipped the tea gracefully like an old gentleman:

"Dominique, I remember you seemed to have joined the War Art Club. Why did you join that club?"

Domi felt a little surprised that Montgomery would take the initiative to pay attention to his movements?

"The reason is probably very simple... I want to learn how to fight."

"Oh~" Montgomery raised his old eyes and looked at him with interest: "Then why do you want to learn to fight?"

“Nowadays, the entire continent is in flames of war. Even though no place where I grew up has been in war, I know very well that those places filled with smoke are always there.

The demons are conquering everywhere, and various races and countries are resorting to military force due to the pressure of survival. Even our empire has begun to expand and invade almost crazily.

The fertile and peaceful Central Plains will be the meat and potatoes in the eyes of all forces after the demon invasion. At that time, whether due to domestic pressure or the desire for power, wars between people will no longer occur in a short period of time. There is a pause.

Professor Montgomery, I have only one purpose in learning to command troops, and that is to have strength in such troubled times, and then protect the people I want to protect. "

Montgomery nodded slightly, as if he agreed with the world situation in Domi's eyes: "But you have to know that power is also the first driving force for desire."

"When you gain enough strength, you will not be satisfied with what you have gained right now..."

"Then you become the person you least want to be, right?" Domi replied in advance, obviously he already knew what Montgomery was worried about.

"If such a day comes, what would you do if it were you?"

Montgomery was extremely serious when he asked this question, as if Domi's answer at this time would determine everything in the future.

Duomi has been thinking about this issue for a long time. In other words, there has been no clear answer to it since ancient times.

There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people.

Only by starting from the desire deep in the heart can we get a clear answer, no matter whether the answer is 'qualified' or 'just' in the eyes of the public.

After a long silence, Duomi shook his head: "Sorry, Professor, I can't say anything now because I don't know what to do."

There was no good or bad look on Montgomery's face, and he just said lightly: "I know, but even so, it's better than some arrogant man who doesn't keep his word."

"Who is that person?"

"You will see."

Near noon, Domi left Montgomery's villa and went back to the library to pick up Sia. If he didn't pick her up, this 'nerd' might be so addicted that he would forget to eat and sleep.

Coincidentally, they met Nats Edward and his friends who also came here in their favorite cafeteria No. [-].

There is no other reason. The food sold in Canteen No. [-] is from the southeastern part of the empire. This is Duomi's hometown, so they are more accustomed to eating.

A few people gathered at a large table, chatting and eating, and the atmosphere was very relaxed and cheerful.

While others were chatting about the latest news, Domi explained the results of the investigation to Natz.

"Destroy... dragon slayer magician? No way?" He opened his mouth wide, as if he didn't believe that a person who had never used magic could have such a special ability.

Sia, who was sitting next to Duomi, was also listening. This was the first time she heard this term. She probably learned it from a certain professor.

"No one can be sure until the results come out. It may be an innate magical attribute that has never appeared in the world. No matter what it is, Natz, you have the talent to practice fire magic."

"Even if it's just junior?"

"Well, even if it's just junior."

The more he uses his 'magic hand' to deeply analyze, unpack and combine magic, the more Domi feels that talent is not very important. As long as he has understanding, no matter how bad the talent is, what does it matter?As long as the magic power supply can be filled up, it is not far behind the perfect talent.

Domi felt that although Natz was upright, hot-blooded and a little dull, he was not stupid and might actually be able to achieve something.

"By the way, in order to find out whether it is dragon-slaying magic, I have to go home and find my grandpa."

At this point, Edward Argyle and Edward Argyle, who were chatting happily next door, closed their mouths without any struggle and looked over at the same time.

Ernest's attitude towards his grandson can be said to be extremely bad.

The few times they met, without exception, Ernest made ruthless mockery of the three of them. It was so unpleasant that for a while, Edward and Argyle, who had advanced and perfect talents, lost their confidence.

Now Domi actually wants to go find Ernest in person and face that man with a mouth like a poisonous snake? !
They could only silently bless Duomi.

Domi glanced at his side inexplicably, and then looked at Natz who was sitting directly opposite him again: "Just in case, Natz, can you come too?"

"Domi, you mean...that I will go back to your home with you?"

"It can be understood that if the root of everything...please allow me to describe you like this, if you don't come, it is likely to cause a certain degree of obstruction."

"No...that's not what I meant..."

Domi, who has lived two lives, can tell at a glance what Nats is worried about in his heart, because he was the same in the past. If his classmate Fu invited him to his house, he would definitely feel inferior and resist from the bottom of his heart.This is the situation that Naz is in now, but as a 'experienced person', Domi also knows how to alleviate this situation, so he said:
"Don't worry, just treat it as a tour and enjoy the tour in Blofield. I'll be your guide! Just come over when necessary."

That's fine, Nats agreed.

If he was allowed to stay all day long in that hilltop castle, one of the most famous 'man-made wonders' in the empire, he might go crazy.

Then Natz began to think silently about what reason he should give to Stewart and encourage him to approve the leave note...

At this time, Shia, who was sitting aside, touched Duomi with her elbow: "Why don't I go too? I haven't seen my uncle and aunt for many years."

Duomi was immediately happy when he heard this. He was worried about being alone on the road. How could a rough old man like Naz compare with a girl who was sweet, soft and could moan?
"Haha, why are you going out like this? Just tell your parents~"

"Then I'm not going."

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore. Just go, go, go~"

Then Duomi asked Edward, Argyle and Ai Wei if they wanted to go together, and they all shook their heads.

Ai Wei's reason is very simple. Unlike the three brothers who went out to experience for a whole year, Ai Wei stayed at home until the start of school. Uncle Mitchell and Aunt Lucia controlled her so much that she almost became autistic. I don’t want to go home anymore, I’m still free in the academy…

When Ai Wei took the lead in replying, Edward's little moves were noticed by Domi, but he saw through it without telling him: "Uh... I have some personal matters, so I won't reply."

Argyle's reasons were quite normal. As the class president, he had to start some class activities in the third week and attend the grade class meeting. Even if Argyle's office skills were full, he almost had no free time.

"Go back and have fun, and remember to say hello to your parents and the two people in Greenville for the three of us."

"Well, definitely."

Without further ado, they set out on the journey from Kallia to the Blofeld Territory the next day, and arrived three days later. Kallia, which is located slightly north of the center of the empire's territory, can easily reach anywhere in the empire.

With the existence of Fomalhaut, Carlos still got the first-hand news immediately and started preparations in advance. After Domi and the others arrived, they immediately held a reception party.

This kind of operation is like an old father greeting a child who comes home occasionally. It is called enthusiasm at first.

At this moment, Natz felt what it meant to be a wealthy family. It was impossible not to envy him. Look at the endless castle and the maids with different personalities. Damn, they were like gods. Life!
Ms. Gresa found her future daughter-in-law from the crowd at a glance. When she came up, she greeted her with greetings and pampered her like her own daughter.

At this time, even though Sia has been in the political arena for many years and is proficient in all kinds of speaking skills, she forgot everything in this moment full of true feelings. She nodded obediently like an ordinary little girl and said yes, without any of the naughty little things in her daily life. Unruly.

Her virtuous and mature side was fully revealed, which made Ms. Gracea very proud. She held Sia's hand and showed off to other ladies everywhere, saying what an excellent daughter-in-law she had.

The noble ladies smiled with smiles on their faces, thinking in their hearts, this is not an ordinary girl fished out from the countryside, she is an imperial princess, how can she not be outstanding?
Morey also attended the banquet. Under Domi's arrangement, he will take the initiative to contact Natz. He must have gotten to know each other by now.

At this time, Carlos came over. Like an old father, he asked almost everything about the college, such as whether he was used to eating in the cafeteria, what classes he took, how was the dormitory, and was there any What is needed...

After 'cross-examining' for a while, he asked Duomi why he came back.

"I'm here to see Grandpa Ernest."

Even Carlos trembled when he heard this name and his expression straightened:
"Why are you looking for him?"

"Asking about the Dragon Slayer Magician, father, have you heard of it?"

Carlos shook his head: "I just heard a little bit about it. You'd better ask your grandpa, but you have to be mentally prepared. It's not easy to get him to obey your wishes..."

He added quietly: "Your grandpa is like a stubborn cow. Don't ask for anything if you can't ask."

There is someone in this world who can make Carlos so scared. Domi swallowed: "I know..."

After assigning Nats to Morey to play with first, Sia went back to the guest room and tidied up the room as if she were at home. After Domi finished his "warm" relationship with Kelsey and Catherine, he came alone to the ancestral hall of the castle. .

Next door to the ancestral hall is the living room where Ernest lives in seclusion. The style is a bit like a dojo in the Neon Country. It is very simple and empty, with almost no other furniture.

In Domi's impression, it was as if the door had never been opened on his own initiative.

He walked to the door and knocked on the sliding door.

The sound of "dong dong dong" echoed in this space and lingered for a long time.

thump—

thump-thump-

"Not right!"

At this time, Duomi suddenly realized that the echo was too abnormal. He immediately closed his eyes and guarded his mind, and actively blocked his hearing by relying on the ultimate control of various parts of the human body using the shadow flow technique.

But even if my hearing is closed, the echo of the knock on the door still echoes in my mind, and the lingering sound is as haunting as the lingering sound!
Normally, the system will respond to mental attacks such as illusions and body seizing that have strong hostility. This was the case when it resisted the body seizing of the Last Bronze King.

Since the system did not respond, which meant that the voice was not hostile, it was most likely a small challenge given to him by Ernest.

If that was the case, he probably wouldn't even be able to see Ernest if he didn't pass this challenge.

"It seems like it won't work if we don't show some real skills."

At this thought, the soul-eating energy that had been dormant for a long time poured out of Duomi's body, filling the entire space like a deep blue ocean.

No matter what kind of magic it is, it will only fade away in the face of soul-devouring energy. No matter how powerful the magic is, the only difference is how quickly it fades away.

For sound magic to be effective, it must have a certain space to perform it. As long as he fills all the gaps, the attack will be self-defeating.

Facts have proved that Duomi's decision was correct. The voice in his head did dissipate. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was already inside the room.

Two eternal blue candles were lit at the end of the dim room. Behind the candles sat an old man with a stooped back and wearing a white robe, with his back to him.

Just when Duomi was sighing at this magical method, an old and plain voice that made him feel more 'kind' sounded:

"A yellow-haired boy who is as big as a kid."

"If you have anything to do, it doesn't hurt to just say it."

(End of this chapter)