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

Chapter 32-31- Where the dream begins
For lunch that day, the kitchen made a lot of extra protein-rich food, and together with the original menu, the table was full.

Domi also ate more food than usual, especially the extra ones.

It can be said that this is specially prepared for Domi.

There is no other reason.

Because today is the first day that Duomi passed the assessment and conducted magic training for the first time.

It is well known that strenuous and prolonged exercise can cause muscle tears. During this period, adequate nutrition can allow the muscles to grow back and become larger and stronger.

That's why he needs to take in the necessary things in advance.

Once again, we came to the entrance to the underground, pushed open the heavy door, and walked down the stairs...

Without the hallucinogenic effect of magic, he didn't walk up the stairs for long and soon arrived at the original tavern.

There seems to be no free time in the tavern. There are always a few men in black robes gathering here to drink and brag.

This is the base of Fomalhaut, which is equivalent to his hometown. It is normal to not make any disguise at home. None of the people Domi saw was wearing a hood, and everyone showed their true face.

"Just like normal people, how can it be so scary..."

There is a rumor in aristocratic circles:
It is said that in the assassination organization of the Blofeld family, every member is a thug who licks blood on the tip of a knife. Everyone looks so vicious that just one face can scare the piss out of a six-year-old child, if one of them is alone. They can harm society for several years.

But as soon as you go deeper here, you will find that those rumors are completely nonsense.

One nose, one mouth, one pair of eyes and two ears, obviously he looks like a normal person.When the team members saw Domi coming, they would wave and say hello cordially, smiling like the big brother next door:

"Hey! Isn't this Master Dominic! Come and have a drink?"

Duomi responded with a polite smile and tactfully rejected their kindness:

"No, I'm going to start training soon. If Artest knows that I'm drinking with you... the result may not be good."

He finally discovered that as long as Altaïr's name was mentioned in his words, these "vicious guys licking blood on the tip of a knife" would behave like Hakimi, not daring to take a breath and remaining silent.

Facts have proved that moving Artest out to block the wine is a very useful trick. You have to remember it in a small notebook. It may be used next time when you can't win over the wine.

"Uh... if you want to train, then of course you can't drink." The team member who invited Duomi to have fun said with regret and fear:

"Master, since you are about to officially start training, let us give you a piece of advice: never believe what Commander Altaïr says."

"What do you mean?"

"Just always be suspicious..."

At this time, Altaïr had just come in from the door of the tavern. He came here to pick up Domi according to time, and the team members' advice stopped abruptly.

Today, he was not wearing the jet black cloak from before, but a tight black training suit, and underneath was a pair of loose shorts that reached one-third of his thighs.

Paired with his short hair and angular face, just one glance makes people feel powerful!

He threw the clothes in his right hand to Domi:
"I have already given training clothes like this to your exclusive maid. There are ten pieces in total. Bring a clean one before coming and change it here. When the time comes, I will come to pick you up like this. Understand ?”

Domi replied without thinking.

"Then go to the private room and change into it now. Don't make me wait too long."

The training clothes given to him are the same as Altaïr's in terms of material and style. After putting them on, you will feel the tight fit brought by the special material, and it is also a bit cold.It's just that his muscles are not very obvious, unlike Altaïr. After wearing it, all the muscles in the body can be expressed, making him look so fierce that he seems to be able to tear apart a Tyrannosaurus Rex with his hands.

He decided that he would also get into that shape and charm thousands of sisters!
The clothes are very comfortable, and the only question is - why no shoes?
It feels quite uncomfortable to step on the floor with bare feet.

"Want to know why you don't have matching shoes?"

Altaïr seemed to see through Domi's thoughts and explained:
"Before the killer has developed subconscious perception, the existence of shoes will only allow you to ignore the slight vibrations from the ground or the air, and we can sense the surrounding environment through these vibrations."

"For example, if I turn around and you compare numbers, I can tell what number you are comparing without seeing me."

"It's so amazing?"

Domi usually has a scientific and rigorous attitude towards such non-magical things, so he immediately compared the numbers with Altaïr. The facts were exactly as he said. No matter what numbers he compared or what posture he used, he could tell them immediately. correct answer.

Only now did Duomi completely believe that there were people in this world who had developed their mortal bodies to such an extent.

Very good, then he has learned this skill!It will definitely be fun to use it to show off after you learn it.

Then, Domi followed Altaïr to the training ground further down.

It wasn't until he went deeper that Domi realized how big this place was.

The tavern above is just an entrance at most, and on the lower level, there are not only the team members' dormitories, but also a canteen, an independent granary, countless secret passages connected to the territory, various training grounds, gyms, blacksmith shops, Warehouse, intelligence processing office...

It can be said that if the outside world falls, Blofeld can achieve self-circulation just by relying on these facilities under the castle, and it will not be a problem for two or three months.

The designers really thought about a lot of situations.

The first purpose is to prioritize the safety of the family. Fomalhaut's headquarters is located here and so many secret passages have been built to serve this purpose.

Thinking of this, Domi once again felt in awe of Carlos's great-grandfather's brother, his great-great-uncle.

While walking and visiting, they arrived at the place before they knew it.

It was a small, airtight room with quite dim light. Only a spot in the center of the ceiling shone brightly down in the entire space. It was the only light in the darkness.

After Domi walked in, Altaïr stepped forward, closed the door behind him, and said:
"Master, this should be the last time I call you master during training. For the sake of convenience, I will just call you trash from now on. Do you understand?"

Unlike other team members, Domi was trained one-on-one by Altaïr himself, and Carlos must have acquiesced to the rules. He had no right to refute.

"understand!"

"Very good, waste, now, stand under that beam of light."

Domi did as he was told.

Standing under the only beam of light, it was a magical feeling because he could no longer see his surroundings. His eyes were white inside and black outside, as if the lights under the stage were shining on him alone.

Seems great for mental focus.

At this time, Altaïr was hidden in the darkness, with no trace left, but voices came from all directions:

"Training has officially begun. Let's warm up first. One hundred standard push-ups, let's start!"

(End of this chapter)