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

Hahaha, hahaha~~

Seeing Domi's shocked expression, Connor felt even more certain that he had done the right thing.

He saved a child who was obsessed with magic, even though the child had no apparent talent.

"I……"

"No need to say anything more, the teacher understands. See you tonight!"

Watching Connor leave, Domi felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind, cursing and spitting at the same time!

You don't know anything!

He's already run out of time in the evening, when will he finally be able to have some fun with Kelsey?!

Totally hopeless.

Who says kids don't have worries?

Domi looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle again after a day's absence, thinking, "It's so good to be an adult..."

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Chapter 32, Section 31: Where the Dream Begins

For lunch that day, the kitchen prepared a lot of extra protein-rich food, which, together with the original menu, filled the table.

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

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

There is no other reason than this.

Today is the first day that Domi has passed the assessment and is undergoing her first training session in the magical realm.

It is well known that intense and prolonged exercise can lead to muscle tears. Sufficient nutrition during this period is necessary for muscles to regrow, becoming larger and stronger.

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

Arriving at the entrance to the underground again, I pushed open the heavy door and walked down the descending stairs...

Without the hallucinogenic effects of magic, he didn't have to walk for long up the stairs before arriving at the tavern again.

The tavern never seemed to be empty; there were always a few men in black robes gathered in small groups, drinking and boasting.

This is Fomalhaut's base, essentially his hometown. It's normal for him not to disguise himself at home. None of the people Domi saw were wearing hoods; everyone showed their true faces.

"They're just like normal people, it's not as terrifying as people say..."

There is a rumor in aristocratic circles:

It is said that in the Bloomfield family's assassination organization, every member is a thug who lives on the edge of a knife. They all look fierce and menacing. Just their faces alone could scare Liu Xiao Ling Tong (the actor who played the Monkey King) to death. Any one of them could wreak havoc on society for years.

But once you delve deeper into this place, you'll find that those rumors are utter nonsense.

One nose, one mouth, two eyes, two ears—he looks exactly like a normal person. When the team members see Domi arrive, they wave and greet him warmly, their smiles as friendly as the older brother next door.

"Hey! Isn't this young master Dominic? Want to have a drink?"

Domi politely declined their offer with a smile:

"No, I'm about to start training. If Artest finds out I was drinking with you guys... things might not turn out well."

He realized that as long as Altaïr's name was mentioned, these "fierce guys who lick blood from the edge of a knife" would become as obedient as Hakimi, not daring to breathe and remaining silent in fear.

It turns out that bringing out Atai to shield you from drinking is a very effective tactic. I should write it down in my notebook; I might be able to use it next time I can't win a drinking contest.

"Uh... if we're going to train, then of course we can't drink alcohol." The team member who had invited Domi to party together said with a mix of regret and lingering fear:

“Young master, now that you are about to begin training, we have a piece of advice for you: never believe what Commander Altaïr says.”

"What do you mean?"

"It's about always being skeptical..."

Just then, Altaïr came in from the tavern door. He was there to pick up Domi on time, and the team's advice came to an abrupt end.

Today, instead of his usual black cloak, he wore a tight-fitting black training suit with loose shorts that reached a third of his thigh.

His buzz cut and angular face give him a sharp and capable look at first glance!

He tossed the clothes he was holding in his right hand to Domi:

"I've already had someone give you ten training outfits like these to your personal maid. Bring a clean one with you before you come next time, change here, and I'll come to pick you up like this when it's time, understand?"

Domi replied without hesitation.

"Then let's go to the private room and change now, don't keep me waiting too long."

The training clothes he was given were exactly the same as Artest's, both in terms of material and design. When he put them on, he could feel the tight, close-fitting feel of the special material, and they were also a little cool.

His muscles aren't very defined yet, unlike Altaïr, whose muscles are all over his body when he wears the suit, making him look incredibly fierce, as if he could tear a Tyrannosaurus Rex apart with his bare hands.

He's made up his mind. He's going to get that kind of physique too, and then charm countless women!

The clothes are very comfortable, but the only problem is—why are there no shoes?

Walking barefoot on the floor feels quite uncomfortable.

Want to know why there aren't any shoes with it?

Altaïr seemed to see through Domi's thoughts and explained:

"Before an assassin develops subconscious perception, the presence of shoes will only make you ignore the slight vibrations from the ground or the air, while we can perceive the surrounding environment through these vibrations."

"For example, if I turn around and you point to a number, I can know what number you are without even seeing it."

"Is it really that magical?"

Domi generally takes a scientific and rigorous approach to things that don't involve magic, so he immediately demonstrated with Altaïr. And it was true, no matter what number they were comparing or what posture they were using, Altaïr could immediately give the correct answer.

Domi finally believed that there were people in this world who had developed their mortal bodies to such an extent.

Great, he's definitely going to learn this skill! It'll be so cool to use it to show off after he learns it.

Domi then followed Arter to the training grounds further down.

It wasn't until they went deeper into the area that Domi realized just how vast it was.

The tavern above is merely an entrance, while the lower level houses not only the team members' dormitories, but also a canteen, a separate granary, countless secret passages connecting to the territory, various training grounds, a gym, a blacksmith shop, warehouses, an intelligence processing office, and more...

In other words, if the outside world were to fall, Bloomfield could sustain itself using the facilities beneath the castle, and surviving for two or three months wouldn't be a problem.

The designers really took many scenarios into account.

The primary principle is to prioritize the safety of one's family. This is why Fomalhaut's headquarters are located here and why so many secret passages have been built.

Thinking of this, Domi once again felt deep respect for Carlos's great-grandfather's brother, who was also his great-great-uncle.

As they walked and looked around, they arrived at their destination without even realizing it.

It was a dimly lit, enclosed room, with only a small patch of light shining down from the center of the ceiling—the only light in the darkness.

After Domi went inside, Altaïr followed closely behind, closing the door behind him and saying:

"Young Master, this should be the last time I address you as Young Master during training. For convenience, I will call you 'useless' from now on, understand?"

Unlike the other team members, Domi was trained one-on-one by Altaïr, and the strict rules were definitely tacitly approved by Carlos, who had no right to object.

"understand!"

“Very good trash, now stand under that beam of light.”

Domi did as instructed.

Standing under the sole beam of light was a magical feeling, because he could no longer see his surroundings; everything was white on the inside and black on the outside, as if the stage lights were shining solely on him.

It seems to be very conducive to mental focus.

At this moment, Altaïr disappeared into the darkness, leaving no trace, but voices came from all directions:

"Training officially begins. Let's warm up first: one hundred standard push-ups, start!"

Chapter 33, Section 32: A Comprehensive Reshaping

One hundred push-ups.

It sounds like a lot, but it actually takes a lot of work!

Is it something that can make a seven-year-old force an older child to do?

If he hadn't exercised regularly (trying to trick Edward) and practiced breathing exercises every day, he really wouldn't have been able to do those hundred push-ups.

However, after finishing, he was so exhausted that he collapsed on the ground like a waterlogged limp vegetable.

The beam of light shone on his head, making him look like the protagonist in a tragicomedy.

Altaïr was quite surprised to see that Domi actually did a hundred push-ups.

To be honest, he initially just wanted to give Domi a seemingly impossible goal, and then mercifully lower the difficulty for him so that he would see hope and then do his best to achieve the goal.

Then, at the end, the number of requirements was continuously increased to improve his psychological resilience.

However, it now seems that the middle step can be omitted.

"Very good, you're useless. Looks like you do have some skill. Well, that's not enough. Add fifty more! Fifty more left. Keep it up!"

Domi struggled to get up; he was too weak to do anything, but he couldn't disobey Altaïr's request, or Carlos would send Kelsey home for a vacation!

He can't live without Kelsey, just as the West can't live without Jerusalem, and GGbond can't live without red long johns!