Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

The center of the ancestral hall was a circular open space, which was empty.

When one stands among them, one will notice something amazing—all the coffins are tilted slightly downwards, as if the ancestors inside are silently watching their descendants below through the coffin lids…

This is quite similar to the statue of the first head of the family at the entrance.

Carlos and Grace were already waiting in the open space, setting something up.

A cream-colored blanket was covered with various items: a dagger, a slingshot, a miniature shield, a thin history book, goggles, a crystal ball, a small vial of blood, a toy carriage, cards, gold dragon coins, and a black cloak.

Upon seeing this arrangement, Domi immediately understood what to do next.

A common folk custom known as "Zhuazhou" (抓周).

In a previous life, adults would usually hold such a ceremony when a child turned one year old, placing various items within the child's reach, each item having a special meaning.

What a child grasps determines what kind of person they will become.

His parents might believe these things, but Domi himself certainly wouldn't; it's just the subconscious at work.

Whether you believe it or not, you still have to put on a show.

The key was what benefits he could gain for himself from it... After observing the situation beforehand, he made his decision.

By this time, Carlos and Greta were ready, and the three maids carried the three brothers over, where their parents took them and placed them at the end of the blanket, opposite a large pile of items.

Grace knelt down and kissed them all in turn:

"Argyle, Edward, Domi, choose your future paths wisely, and the ancestors of Bloomfield will bless you..."

Chapter 15.15 Affirmation from the Ancestors

"I heard Carlos tell us that of his three sons, only his eldest son has a perfect earth-type talent." An unknown voice rang out, which could only be identified as a man and sounded somewhat frivolous.

Another mysterious voice responded, "Then what are the remaining two composed of?"

"Second son, oh, that's the little blond guy, high-level fire-type, third son..."

"Sanzi is just a novice Shadow-type trash." Another voice interrupted, its tone direct and clearly showing its dissatisfaction: "He'll only ever be a worm living in the shadows until he dies, he'll never amount to anything."

"Hey old man, don't say that. Maybe he has some other kind of talent?" the frivolous man said, defending Domi.

"If I had one, I would wash my hair upside down."

Despite their heated argument, the ancestral hall remained completely quiet; you could hear even the buzzing of a mosquito.

It was in this atmosphere that Domi and his two older brothers began their respective first birthday celebrations.

Domi didn't want to climb around with them; that would make him look like a mentally challenged little kid.

As the oldest in terms of mental age, let's uphold the fine tradition of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, and let them choose first.

After a while, the brothers finally made their choices, two items for each of them.

Argyle chose the mini shield and the crystal ball.

Edward chose the glittering gold dragon coin and the goggles.

Upon seeing the two children's choice, those mysterious voices began to clamor again:

"It seems Argyle truly has a talent for magic, and he's also quite robust. Whether he studies magic or knighthood, he has a bright future ahead of him!"

“That little brat Edward, he had to choose the Golden Dragon Coins instead of the better ones. You can have as many of those as you want, but what good are they? An explorer… does he go on adventures for money? I don’t think he’ll last.”

"Why isn't the third brother moving? Is he a little slow-witted?"

The people who spoke this time were not the previous three, or rather, they were only spoken when the previous three were silent.

"Oh look! The third brother moved! Holy crap, he actually walked there!"

The commotion immediately attracted the attention of all the heroic spirits, and under the watchful eyes of all their predecessors, Domi moved.

He had already discovered, through the system's villain value, that there were more than just the people in front of him in this space; there were others... no, it should be said that their souls still remained.

Since there are still so many "people" watching, let's go all out and do something thrilling, and make a fortune in one go!

So he chose to walk standing up, not in a wobbly way, but with his legs very steady, as if an emperor were going to his treasury to select treasures!

This imposing presence immediately caught Carlos's attention. He narrowed his eyes, not wanting to miss a single detail about Domi.

The items, each imbued with special meaning, were plentiful, but Domi had already made her choice.

He first walked to the unsharpened dagger, picked it up with both hands, played with it for a few moments, and then tossed it back onto the blanket, thus making his choice.

He then pretended to hesitate for a moment, then looked like he'd seen a fun toy, grinned widely, and pounced on the black cloak, kicking the small blood vial as he did so...

Shadow magic instantly enveloped him, the pitch-black color blending seamlessly with the cloak.

The small blood vial rolled toward the tip of the dagger due to the force exerted by Domi. When it stopped, the vial was pressed against the tip of the dagger, and the dragon blood inside was still churning.

He wants to choose the fiercest and most unconventional things!

Daggers, black robes, blood vials—these were the most dangerous items he suspected, and Carlos naturally understood their meanings:

The dagger represents the path of assassination.

Blood vials represent killing and bloodshed, and may also be related to the blood magic used by demons and the medical profession.

The final black robe is quite special; it doesn't represent worldly matters, but rather specifically refers to a department or organization behind Bloomfield.

That was also the place that Carlos and Grace had told Domi they wanted him to go.

Serving the Bloomfield family exclusively, its business covers a wide range of areas, including assassination, intelligence gathering, surveillance, espionage, transportation, money laundering, and managing underground forces...

The founders of Bloomfield, however, gave it a romantic name—Foamdalis.

It was originally the name of a star.

"North" refers to the direction, "fallen" refers to the defensive facilities such as fortifications and fences on the battlefield, and "master's gate" refers to the military gate.

It is said that when Bloomfield made his fortune, he came south from the north and fought alongside the emperor.

During those chaotic times, the Beiluoshimen clan, since its inception, had been protecting and supporting the family, taking on all the dirty and hard work, which preserved most of the family's strength and allowed them to settle safely in the south.

Or perhaps, the emperor's restoration and entry into the Central Plains also benefited from the influence of Fomalhaut.

The most striking feature of this department is that it has no distinguishing features; it is dressed entirely in black from head to toe.

If one had to point out a difference, it would be that everyone wore a black robe of pure black color with a hood at a special angle.

This black robe is made of a flexible material that ordinary swords cannot even pierce. It also has strong resistance to magic. If a high-level fireball hits it, the people inside will not lose any health, at most they will suffer some impact damage.

However, only the top-ranking members could wear those cloaks, because of material shortages. The cloaks that lower-ranking members could wear could only block low-level magic at best.

Note that this is a complete resistance, unlike those cheap and flashy products on the market that only offer a few percent resistance.

When Domi removed his camouflage and peeked his small head out from under his black robe, Carlos and the other heroic spirits finally emerged from their shock.

If he only chooses the dagger, that's fine. He can learn some assassination skills so that he'll at least have some awareness of defense in the future.

Choosing only the blood vial is fine too; it just indicates a certain tendency. Anyway, with a large family and a big business, it's not a big problem.

However, if one chooses the black robe, then there is a high probability that one will be connected with the Beiluoshimen sect.

If you choose all three, then congratulations, you're definitely a talent destined for prison!

Several elderly Englishmen, who had lived for generations and witnessed countless children's first birthday celebrations, had never seen such an abstract result.

Even the most outspoken heroic spirit fell silent. After a while, he suddenly spoke:

"Great! Bloomfield needs this kind of talent!"

The slightly frivolous man curled his lip, seemingly disdainful of this guy's attitude: "That's not what you were saying just now... Hey! Now you'll have to wash your hair upside down!"

"Really? I'm getting old and can't quite remember," the old man said, no longer bothering with the frivolous man, and went straight to Carlos: "Hey Carlos!"

Carlos was startled. After quickly regaining his composure, he communicated with the old man using his divine sense:

"Sebastian, what are your instructions?"

"Can you, the third brother, see anything special about this?"

Carlos recalled: "There was... Domita's magical talent was only at the beginner level."

However, Sebastian didn't believe Carlos's lies at all, and tapped him on the head with a hand that couldn't even touch him:

"Don't I know what kind of person you are, you little bastard? Tell the truth, hurry up."

Carlos sighed. To be honest, he had a general idea of ​​what the old man was going to do, but he couldn't dissuade him, so he could only tell the truth: "Domi has a very strong physique."

"How strong?"

“He’s even more talented than Argyle; he can run as soon as he walks.”

Where no one could see, Sebastian's eyes lit up, and he said, "Do you remember the secret manual I left behind? I think it was hidden in a corner of the library."

Carlos had already discovered the book Sebastian mentioned and intended to move it to the room for valuable books. However, the old man's will stipulated that it should be placed in a library accessible to everyone, waiting for a destined person to find it.

Unfortunately, he hadn't met a single person with the right affinity for the book until today, but Carlos still kept people guarding it.

It is not only a relic of its predecessors, but also records a special technique.

It is said that once mastered, attacks can inflict massive damage on magic users and also grant a degree of immunity to magic, making it a natural enemy of magicians!

Chapter 16, Section 16: Even as time passes...

Sebastian, the senior from back then, practiced this technique. He was not the founder, nor did he master it to perfection. Even so, he still managed to enter the family's "Hall of Fame" with this skill, and even ranked among the top, which shows how powerful it is.

However, due to its mage-like nature, it is destined not to survive in today's society. It would be mercilessly killed as soon as it appears on the market, which is why it has been gathering dust in the Brofell family library for many years.

Sebastian understood this, so he had no intention of spreading it widely. The only thing he could do was to let Bloomfield's descendants learn it, as it would be excellent for both self-defense and attack.

However, the conditions for mastering this technique are extremely demanding. It requires not only enormous financial support but also the ability to develop a physique that is hated by all elements.

And their descendants are all geniuses in the field of magic. Wouldn't it be putting the cart before the horse to make them give up their proud magic to practice this thing?

Even if someone did attempt it, the success rate was pitifully low; only one person had succeeded in hundreds of years, and that person was hunted down by all hostile mages and remains missing to this day…

Sebastian was already feeling down.

Just when I thought there would be no more successors, Domi appeared!