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

Morey took two steps back and forced a bitter smile.

I suddenly remembered that I have my final exams tomorrow, so I'll have to make up for the extra chapters during the summer vacation.

Last-minute cramming, don't worry...

Chapter 46, Section 45: Morey

Domi had changed into the skinny man's light blue civilian clothes.

As for his original clothes... he pulled out a dagger and cut the clothes into continuous strips, wrapping them around his hair and most of his face, making him look like a Middle Eastern bandit.

In this way, even if the invisibility spell fails, his true appearance will not be exposed.

Always remain cautious.

Of course, since they'd already stripped the clothes off, they couldn't leave the two thugs' belongings untouched.

Domi looted six bronze eagles from them and put them all in his pocket, just in case.

You robbed two thugs and took all their money. Villain value +200.

After finishing all his work, he realized that there was someone behind him who had witnessed his entire 'crime'.

There's nothing we can do; this guy is weak and has no presence, so there's really no need to pay attention to him.

Seeing that Domi seemed to be paying attention to him, Morey's legs started shaking like a leaf, and he didn't even dare to look Domi in the eye.

Even Domi himself didn't expect that his oppressive power had become so strong.

Before Domi could speak, Morey knelt down in front of him with a thud and pleaded:

"Please, let me go! The money I have is for buying food for my sick mother. Without it, she won't make it!"

Domi did not believe him.

But judging from Morey's physique, he does look like he's gone two days without eating five meals.

Moreover, Domi knew he needed a guide to help him execute his plan, because he had hardly ever left the castle and was unfamiliar with many parts of the city.

From this perspective, young Morey is currently the best choice.

"You said your mother is sick and needs food, right?"

Morey nodded repeatedly.

"How much food can you buy with the money in your pocket?"

Morey pondered for a moment and said, "Half...half a loaf of bread..."

Domi let out a sneer:

"Half a loaf of bread? How is that enough for the two of you?"

There's still medicine. Without medicine, how can your mother get better?

"So you need more money, and now, there's an opportunity to make quick money right in front of you."

Domi took out the six bronze eagles from his pocket, spread them out in his palm, and showed them to Morey openly. A desire for them did indeed burst forth in Morey's eyes.

"Six bronze eagles, this is the deposit."

"Do me a favor, and I'll give you ten more silver wolves after you've done it, how about it?"

Ten silver wolves!

That's equivalent to one hundred bronze eagles!

A loaf of bread as long as an adult's arm costs only three copper eagles, one hundred of them...

It's enough to cover his and his mother's food expenses for a long time, and there will even be spare money to pay for his mother's medical treatment!

The heartless man abandoned them; their mother fell ill, and now the entire family depends on him for support.

Even if it's dangerous, he has to go!

Morey immediately took the coin and put it in his pocket, his eyes firm as he said:

"I'll do it!"

Domi's lips curled up slightly:

“Very well, now stand up. Those who work for me do not need to kneel on the ground.”

To conserve magic, Domi ended the invisibility spell.

Morey, who had just stood up, was shocked once again. Although he couldn't see the man's face clearly, he could tell from his build that this big shot was no bigger than him, and might even be smaller!

The only thing that didn't match the guessed age was his exposed eyes.

Calm, cool, as if a meticulous mind is flowing within him, he exudes confidence at all times.

He certainly has the ability to pay ten silver wolves!

Before he could even ask a question, Domi cut him off with a kiss:

"You only need to do your job. You are not allowed to ask any questions unless I ask you, understand?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Do you know how to get to Kingsley's mansion? It's 23 Garden Avenue, here's the address."

“Garden Avenue?! That’s a place where only high-ranking officials and wealthy merchants can live. Kingsley is a great nobleman who lives there!”

"My question is whether I know how to get there. I don't need you to tell me what's on Garden Avenue."

Domi stared at him coldly.

Morey trembled, immediately lowered his head, and dared not meet his gaze, changing his words to:

“Although I have never been there, I know where it is. My mother was a servant there before she fell ill. Please come with me.”

Following Morey out of the alley, Domi finally arrived at the bustling main street and saw the world outside the city's entertainment district.

The houses on both sides of the street are brick and stone buildings without any wall decorations, which is very different from the high-rise and well-decorated lofts in the prosperous area.

Large pieces of yellow or green cloth were used to block the direct sunlight between the houses.

Under the created shadows, most of the houses' owners set up stalls, selling fruit and various daily necessities.

The shouts rose and fell, and crowds came and went, making it seem like a bustling downtown area.

It's quite novel; it's similar to those otherworldly towns in anime from my past life.

You might not appreciate it from a screen, but you'll truly understand its charm when you're here in person.

It's rustic, lively, and feels like stepping into a living history.

Weaving through the crowds, brushing shoulders with one another, Domi experienced the sheer volume of people again after many years. She remembered the last time she was in such a crowded situation was...

After walking for about half an hour, he finally entered the Garden Avenue area.

Everywhere there are luxurious mansions and mansions, some even with a large garden.

Morey pointed to the largest house, which had exquisite walls, a spacious mansion, and a watchdog whose bowl was full of fresh meat.

However, their doors were wide open, and one could see that there were still many people dressed in black mourning clothes inside the house, and there were even two small coffins among them.

This must be what Altaïr meant by 'prematurely arranged death'.

“Sir, Kingsley’s mansion is just ahead,” Morey said respectfully.

Domi verified the address, and it was indeed No. 23 Garden Avenue.

"Very good, you can stay here from now on. I'll come find you when I'm done."

In Morey's sight, Domi disappeared again, and the next second, the lawn in front of the mansion looked like it had been trampled.

"Is this... becoming a thief!?"

Morey was shocked. It turned out that his older brother had come to rob a nobleman.

While he was still being bullied by his peers, children his age were already eyeing the rich and powerful. Where did that leave his dignity?

No, poor people like him have no dignity at all.

With that thought, Morey instantly felt relieved.

Just as he was waiting for Domi to pay the balance, he suddenly noticed a figure that was all too familiar in his field of vision!

Her long braided hair was draped over one shoulder, and she was wearing her best dress, which she usually wouldn't wear, but her face looked haggard...

Isn't that his mother?

At that moment, his mother was standing in front of Kingsley Mansion, seemingly pleading for something, but was stopped by the guards.

Her former employer looked at the sick woman with disdain and contempt, as if she were trash.

"Let her leave here to prevent the spread of disease..."

Chapter 47, Section 46: Ate a Full Flash

"Mrs. Kingsley! Please, please let me stay. I can't lose this job, and I have a child!"

No matter how much Morey's mother screamed, the mean woman behind the door ignored her.

"Honestly, there's already enough going on at home lately, why add to the chaos..."

"Guard, she's too annoying, throw her out."

Two large men in light armor immediately stepped forward and grabbed Morey's mother's arms, one on each side.

Because of the significant height difference, the guards almost lifted her off the ground when they straightened up.

How could a woman weakened by illness endure such rough treatment?

She coughed violently several times, almost coughing up her lungs.

But the next moment, her originally pale face suddenly turned red.

An inexplicable force, like a final swan song, sustained her as she continued to struggle in the hands of the two guards.