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

Chapter 251-250- Visitors from Foreign Lands
Faced with Argyle's inquiry that did not allow any retreat, Duomi first got off the bed and took out a bottle of fine white wine and two goblets from the cabinet. Ice magic surged and instantly chilled the wine through the bottle. At the right temperature, I poured a glass for myself and Argyle.

"Can you still drink now?"

"Of course, it's not a physical illness."

"So what was that? I saw a big ball of death wrapped around your left shoulder."

The two walked to the balcony. Duomi looked at the dimly lit night view of the college and took a sip from his goblet. He found this method to relieve the 'stamina' after the first curse attack. Alcohol can numb it very well. His nerves.

When the light yellow wine was swallowed down the throat, the entrance was cold and refreshing, and the rich and fresh fruity aroma left an endless aftertaste, and Duomi's mind became clearer.

"It might scare you if I say it."

"Just tell me, it doesn't matter if you're scared or something."

Duomi looked at Argyle with a serious face and sighed helplessly, wondering if it was a blessing to have such a brother.

Then Duomi revealed the curse, but concealed the date of his death for ten years and found a decent reason.

Argyle probably believed it, holding his chin and said:
"Then is there any way to remove this curse? If you continue like this, I'm afraid you will have some mental problems."

"Of course there is. A curse like this can be lifted by killing the caster, which means killing the current Lord of Hades, Argyle. Do you think it is possible?"

Argyle also thought about this possibility before Duomi answered, but he didn't expect it to be like this, and he couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart.

"If we can gather the strength of the family..."

"Even if we can win, the price is too high. It's just for a curse, that's not it."

"Argyle," Duomi looked at him: "One day I will grow to that point. At that time, I will personally go to Hades and pay back everything I have suffered!"

"So please believe me and don't tell anyone else about this."

Domi's attitude was very firm, but Argyle hesitated to speak, and finally nodded. He had to take good care of Domi, and at the same time respect Domi's own choice.

"If you need it, you must ask."

"Um,"

Hey~
Domi took the initiative to touch Argyle's wine glass, and then drank the rest of the wine. Argyle also drank it in one gulp, and then left.

When Duomi was alone in the room, the evening breeze flowed into the room through the broken glass door, as if the goddess of the night's caress had drawn his soul away from the sky.

In ten years, is there really a chance to reach the level of killing the Lord of Hades...

This is a big question mark.

Don’t ask about your future, but do good deeds.

After calming down his turbulent mood, he quietly sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and replayed the scene of comprehending the microscopic soul-devouring energy in his mind.

Ever since he set foot on the road of law, he realized that if he wanted to defeat opponents at the level of false gods, demigods and even true gods, he must use the power of law, otherwise they would not be killed by conventional means.

Therefore, continuing to delve deeper into the power of laws is the future he chooses. The Soul-Eating Law, which can swallow all magic, is certainly no weaker than other laws!
The day passed like this, and so did the next few days.

In the morning, there are Stewart's poison classes and magic classes. In the afternoon, I spend time in the laboratory. Although scientific research is boring, it can actually improve everyone's basic understanding of magic. In the evening, I continue to understand the law.

At this time, the briquettes would lie in a ball on his lap and sleep soundly. From time to time, the Black Prince would run out of Hades and fly to the sky for a ride.

Because it is a spirit body, the academy's forbidden air magic field does not seem to have much effect on it, and the rare thing it has is that it is immune to its special constitution.

Time passed in this repetitive routine, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Argyle did a good job of keeping Domi a secret about the curse. No one noticed anything unusual, and everyone in the laboratory was still doing their own thing.

At this moment, a vigorous figure suddenly appeared from the window, standing majestically on the windowsill, a pair of large jewel-like amber eyes looking at the five pairs of eyes inside.

He took out a compass-like gadget from his pocket, looked at the pointer, and then looked up at Duomi.

Only then did Duomi notice that this guy was dressed in the style of the western part of the continent, where there is a vast expanse of desert. The folk customs are probably similar to those in Egypt, including loose wide-leg trousers, a vest that exposes the breasts, arms and chest. Everything was exposed, and his wheatish-dark complexion could be seen at a glance.

He looks like a prince from the Western Regions, but he wears a pair of elegant glasses with a depraved temperament. He is less noble like a Persian cat and more like a nerdy scholar.

I don't know why he dresses up like this, but judging from his skills, he is probably a very capable assassin, and you must not judge a book by its appearance. "You must be Dominic Blofeld."

Duomi walked out of the workbench and came to the window sill to confront him: "I am, and who are you? The academy should not allow outsiders to enter."

"If I tell them that I am an envoy sent by the Emperor of the Xisha Empire, won't they let me go?" He put the compass back into his pocket, opened the window and jumped in, giving Duomi a greeting from the Western Regions:
"This is our first meeting. My Excellency Carl, an unknown assassin under the Emperor's throne, was very rude just now. Mr. Blofeld must have understood the purpose of my visit."

Edward: "Huh? Is there such a thing?"

Argyle: "..."

Domi quickly explained: "Sorry, our last name is Blofeld."

"So that's it..." Karl glanced over: "It's a rare thing for three brothers to study and live together. What's more, it's so harmonious. It's really enviable."

Duomi's facial muscles twitched slightly, and he didn't know whether this guy was here to do business or to chat with him.

So he forced the topic back: "So you are the shill sent here to get the longan."

"That's right, but it's not okay to call the emperor by his name."

"Don't underestimate me. When the child sees me, he has to give me a full glass!"

real or fake? ? ?

Seeing the way Dominic was swearing, and the fact that when the child asked him, he only said that Dominic was a very strong but annoying person who could cause trouble, according to the emperor's words, he always said the opposite, so this was very likely to be true. of.

Carl was immediately in awe.

After receiving a positive answer, Duomi took out the huge dragon eye hidden in a suitable container from the storage space of the Dark Moon Sea, and threw it to Karl casually like a toy.

"No, this is it. Take it back and hand it over."

Karl took it solemnly, "Thank you..."

Just when Karl was about to leave, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the research progress on the blackboard, which was full of magic inscriptions, so he asked curiously:
"Are you studying magic?"

Duomi didn't mind chatting for a few more words and replied: "Yes, we are studying ways to activate magic without inscriptions, but there is still no progress."

Karl heard this and pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Unexpectedly, he who was in awe just now suddenly turned into a look of disdain:

"It's flashy. Rather than this illusory thing, it's better to study how to make a steady stream of clear water flow out of the desert. This is the magic that can truly benefit the public!"

After saying that, he jumped down with the dragon eye and left as quickly as he came.

"What is this guy talking about..." Edward muttered. Although he made no contribution to the research, he didn't like Karl's statement that denied everyone's efforts.

"But I think what he said makes sense."

After silence, Duomi suddenly said this.

"Compared with instant magic without inscriptions, magic that turns the desert into water requires research investment and no one has studied it in depth, but it can indeed change the world. It is more practical and greater."

"What do you mean, Duomi?" Ai Wei asked.

"I think it's time for us to change the topic and study this little magic that even ordinary people can use in their lives!"

Argyle and Nancy agreed that no inscription was still too far away for them, not to mention that it was originally a temporary solution and would be eliminated sooner or later.

Nancy found a research topic application form and handed it to Duomi:

"In that case, let's ask the initiator to decide on a name for this project."

This time Duomi didn't suffer from naming difficulty syndrome. He picked up the pen and wrote a line of big characters in a few strokes.

Everyone put their heads together and read out word by word:

"Specialized research on small magic in the life department!?"

(End of this chapter)