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

Chapter 51-50- Dominic Holiday
"As far as the ultimate goal is concerned, you successfully assassinated Vincent Kingsley without revealing your true face from beginning to end. I agree with this."

"But the mistakes you made during this process are also deducted points. The most serious one is your lack of knowledge of various magics, which is why you ignored the traps in the study."

"Don't Connery teach you magic at night? Learn more."

As for the history of his heroic struggle against one hundred, Altaïr didn't talk about it at all.

Duomi is not happy about this. Is there nothing worthy of praise in this highlight moment?

Seemingly reading Domi's thoughts, Altaïr continued:

"Although your current combat effectiveness is already very objective. You can kill seven in and seven out of hundreds of guards by yourself, but this is not what an assassin did."

"Listen up, trash. The so-called assassin's way is to either kill everyone and escape without anyone knowing, or kill everyone to achieve the same effect."

"And you stray from it without realizing it, and that's your problem."

"Okay... I'll pay attention next time."

"Well," Altaïr stood up, walked to the wardrobe in the bedroom, took out a dark cloak folded into tofu blocks, and handed it to Domi:

"The Assassins of Fomalhaut will receive their first cloak after enlightenment. Take it. This is an honor and a responsibility in Blofeld's darkness."

"I've already reported your matter to Carlos. Recuperate here and enjoy this hard-earned vacation. It's only a month."

"It's so nice to not have to do anything for a whole month~"

After saying that, Altaïr left the room, leaving Domi alone.

He was still holding the pitch-black cloak in his hand. It felt soft and silky, but it was much worse than the one in the Zhou Catch Ceremony. It was said to be immune to all primary attack magic.

But even so, this was earned through his own efforts. Beier felt a sense of accomplishment and couldn't wait to put it on.

After a while, Duomi put it on and stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking like a newsboy from an MLM organization, without the slightest bit of style!
So Domi stuffed the cloak into the suitcase with a dark face. If it was not necessary, he would wait until he grew taller before wearing it.

He took out another set of clothes from the closet:
A pure white shirt, dark gray vest, and jacket make up the upper body, while straight trousers of the same color and high-top black leather boots make up the lower body.

The mission is over, so he no longer needs to hide his identity and can show his true appearance openly.

There is still a blue ribbon on the high ponytail. After tying the hair, it hangs down wantonly, adding a touch of bohemianism to the overall seriousness.

Adding a top hat and an extra-small cane, this is what he should wear when going out.

It's not that he wants to go to such trouble. If possible, he really wants to wear a pair of pants and short sleeves and go out. But if he does this, even if he walks on the street, he will soon be forcibly taken back by his family for education. For a few days, the words "the gains outweigh the losses" were written all over my face.

It is precisely because Duomi suffered this loss that he developed the habit of dressing well.

He walked out of the room, and the maid cleaning the corridor immediately saluted him:

"Good morning, Master Dominic, are you going out? I can prepare the carriage."

"Well, then trouble you."

"The responsibility lies."

The good thing about being a noble is that you have someone to help you with everything, and you just have to wait and enjoy the service.

Sitting in a luxurious carriage, the cushions were as soft as a bed, allowing him to give his butt a holiday anytime and anywhere.

"Go downtown."

The outskirts of the city were a bit far away from the downtown area. Duomi even slept on the carriage for a while, but the bumpy ride made it difficult to really relax.

When the coachman told him that he had arrived, he was still half asleep.

But it was quickly adjusted.

"Master, where are you going next?" the coachman came down and asked.

"Put me down right here. You can go back." He looked troubled: "Then when should I pick you up?"

"If nothing else, you can give yourself a holiday now."

The implication is that the coachman will not come to pick him up today.

Even though Domi is just a child, with the power he currently has, his thoughts cannot be asked or changed by a coachman.

The very sensible coachman saluted and drove away.

Looking at the busy streets with people coming and going, Domi couldn't help but recall the scene at that time. It was Morey who took him through these streets for the first time.

The streets were still the same, but the original guide was gone.

His trip was to find Morey to fulfill the promise he made at that time.

Since Morey appears in this area, it means that he doesn't live too far away. Going deeper, Morey is very poor, extremely poor, so he will most likely live in a nearby slum.

Just ask there.

Just because of Duomi's clothes, no one dared to be disrespectful to him on the road and asked questions that needed to be answered unless they really didn't know.

Soon he found out Morey's address, which was really in the slums.

He stood in front of an old wooden door, stretched out his hand and knocked.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Who?"

A vigilant voice came from the house.

"It's me, Morey, do you still remember the agreement between us?"

Hearing this familiar voice again, Morey almost didn't react.

And when he reacted, his surprise was uncontrollable, and his original helplessness and lack of tears had long been thrown into the clouds.

He couldn't wait to open the door and saw Duomi, who was dressed in extremely bright clothes.

With his handsome face and flowing gray hair, he looks like an elegant gentleman. How can he still look like the embarrassed little thief he once was?
"Sir... you..." He was stunned for a moment.

"A friend is coming from afar. Why don't you invite me in first?"

Domi still maintained his usual smile, which was polite but not embarrassing.

As soon as he entered the door, Duomi could clearly feel the strong aura of death filling the small house.

On the tip of his nose, the smell of decay like a dead body lingered for a long time.

"Cough cough cough... Morey, who is here?"

At this time, an extremely weak cough came from Wei Er's room.

"It's my friend's mother, don't worry."

"That's good...ahem! Morey, take your friends out first, ahem! It won't be good if you are infected with the disease."

Morey remained silent, just looking at Domi with pleading eyes.

Domi was a complete big shot to him, and he was not qualified to be his friend at all.

Isn't it a pure dilemma to let Duomi, who has already come in, go out after causing such a big panic...

However, Duomi, who is well versed in human relations and sophistication, quickly understood what he meant, and he was already walking towards the door:
"Then let's go out and talk. I know a restaurant that tastes pretty good. I can bring some to my aunt after eating."

(End of this chapter)