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

Actually, it wasn't something she couldn't say, but Mei just didn't want to show her weakness in front of Domi.

But Domi doesn't mind, nor does she look down on her.

Domi actually sees May as a future talent like Morey.

The Light Shield family was a prestigious clan in the past. After a demonic surge, they began to decline and eventually disappeared, but this does not mean they were weak.

Even if the sky falls, there are always tall people to hold it up. Light Shield was that tall person, which is why he died in front of everyone.

Just as he affirmed the strength of the Lightshield family, Domi was also very confident in Mei's future potential.

Since that's the case... why not bring Mei under our wing as well? If she grows up, she will undoubtedly be a huge asset!

“It’s all about making money anyway,” Domi suggested. “How about I show you a way out? You won’t take any risks, and you can earn more money…”

Mei was thus tricked by Domi into arriving at the entrance of the Nightwish Tavern in the city center.

May had been in the main city of Brofell for some time and had long heard of the prosperity and luxury of the city center, where coachmen were paid in silver wolves and a normal meal cost gold dragons.

But Domi knows someone who can run such a big tavern here?!

"Yes, I know the people behind this place very well, and I can easily arrange for you to get in. But you'll have to work hard so that others won't look down on you because they think you got in through connections."

"Mr. Death Omen, you are really amazing..."

Mei is still unable to recover from Mr. Death's incredible connections. She feels that Mr. Death is definitely not just an adventurer; he might be a prince from some small country or something.

"Don't just stand there, come on, I'll take you inside."

As he spoke, Domi took Mei's wrist and led the somewhat dazed girl inside. If she walked on her own, she might trip over the threshold just to get through the door.

Upon entering, the faint fragrance of perfume permeating the air is like a natural aroma, not only refreshing but also, combined with the surrounding decorations, giving one the fantasy of lying on a grassy slope gazing at the stars.

"'Nightwish,' what a beautiful name..."

“If you worked here, I think it would become even more beautiful.”

Mei's face instantly turned bright red again.

The two went to the front desk.

The young and handsome bartender didn't recognize Domi, who was wearing a mask, and politely asked, "Welcome, what would you like to order?"

"We don't serve spirits during the day, but we do have lower-alcohol drinks and a variety of dishes prepared by our chef. Would you like a menu?"

"No need, I'm not here for dinner. Take me to see Morey, just say it's an acquaintance visiting."

The bartender looked at Domi with surprise and doubt. This masked man actually knew their newly arrived boss?!

"Okay, please wait a moment, I'll go and inform them right away."

Not long after, the bartender came downstairs with hurried steps, respectfully welcoming Domi and Mei upstairs:

“Miss, you can take the shield off your back and put it here. I can keep it for you.”

Mei looked at Domi with pleading eyes.

"Give it to him; it's too much trouble to carry it around all the time."

Only when Domi handed over his bow did Mei feel comfortable handing over her personal shield.

Her entire set of equipment was standard, mass-produced stuff, not worth much money. The only thing that stood out was the large, gray, round shield that was two-thirds the height of her. It was a family heirloom, a remnant of the Light Shield family, so she definitely needed to be careful.

After removing the equipment, I felt incredibly light, and even walking felt like I was on a whim.

And so the two of them arrived at Morey's private room.

This space originally belonged to the pub manager, but Morey has transformed it into a multifunctional space that includes a gym, study, office, restroom, and training room.

As for the bedroom, because there wasn't enough space, he skipped the bedroom and slept on a makeshift bed on the floor.

Seeing Morey's makeshift bed on the floor and the renovated room, Domi realized she hadn't misjudged him. Morey was constantly improving himself in his own way, like a sponge.

Hi, what brings you here?

Morey greeted him while wiping the sweat from his brow.

Mei was also secretly observing this boy who didn't look much older than her. He now had a neat head of short black hair, was handsome, and his originally thin physique had gradually returned to normal, showing the youth and vitality he should have.

He's like a friendly older brother next door.

Domi nodded in agreement. It seemed that Morey had gleaned something from the bartender's description and knew that he was hiding his identity.

Very good, high emotional intelligence.

"Hey Morey, it's been a while. Let's sit down and talk."

The three sat facing each other in the office, and Domi introduced them to Morey:

"This child's name is Mei, a single character. Let's arrange a job for her so she can earn some money to pay for her mother's medical treatment. Once she's earned enough, you can ask her if she wants to stay. What do you think?"

"Is her mother also seriously ill?"

"Yes, it's a magical disease. If you have 300 gold dragons, you can still be saved."

“Here’s what we’ll do!” Morey stood up abruptly, wrote a check for 300 gold dragons, and handed it to May: “Take this check and go to Bloomfield Bank to withdraw 300 gold dragons. Use it to treat your mother’s illness first, and then come back to work.”

Mei hesitated to accept the money. She asked, "Aren't you afraid I'll take this money and leave?"

“If it were someone else, I wouldn’t be so generous, but you were introduced by my best friend. It’s just a small favor, so please accept it. In economic terms, it’s like advance consumption, which is equivalent to several months’ salary of your future.”

"But don't worry, our shop provides food and lodging, so you won't starve even if you don't have any money in your pocket."

Chapter 66, Section 65: Catherine's Resentment

Morey seems to have assigned May a secretary position, specifically to help him organize the tavern's profit and loss situation and market reports. The miscellaneous tasks that he usually doesn't have time to do due to exercise and study are also handled by May.

It has to be said that Morey has a good eye for talent.

The job of a secretary requires a lot of detailed work, which can greatly improve a person's abilities, while also reducing one's own burden and saving time.

As an efficiency-first advocate, Domi expressed his approval of this approach.

Now that he has made arrangements for Mei, he should go back to the villa to rest.

After a grueling life-or-death battle and tireless travel day and night, he would have collapsed on the street at any moment if it weren't for his breathing techniques supporting him.

All he wants to do now is lie down on his soft bed and sleep for a couple of days.

I returned to the villa around 10 a.m., didn't even have time to eat, took a shower, changed into my pajamas, lay down, closed my eyes, and passed away peacefully...

He slept very soundly and didn't wake up until noon the next day, when he was hungry.

The maid thoughtfully brought the food to his bed, which was extremely convenient.

As he stuffed food into his mouth like a glutton, he asked:

"By the way, Louise, I remember you told me something yesterday, but I was too tired at the time. Could you please repeat it to me?"

Louise stood ramrod straight, her hands clasped over her lower abdomen, and said honestly and respectfully:

“Yes, the master wrote the day before yesterday, requesting that you return to the castle yesterday. I reminded you, but you didn’t seem to be in very good condition yesterday…”

Domi is known in the maid community for her approachable nature and her love of appreciating girls (from teenage girls to young women).

It was precisely because of this personality and hobby that none of the maids thought Domi would insult or punish them unless they made a really big mistake. Otherwise, Domi would just cuddle with them and gently correct their mistakes. Therefore, there was absolutely no need for them to lie in order to avoid being scolded.

If Domi were to unreasonably and without explanation shift the blame onto her, she would have to come up with a different explanation, which would inevitably prevent the information from being conveyed completely and accurately.

That's where personal charm lies, even if it's not very serious.

"So I overslept?"

"If I remember the date correctly, you did miss it."

However, Domi still ate and drank as usual, and even took a nap. In his words, since he was already late anyway, he might as well make a clean break and go back after dinner, so he could avoid being disciplined by Carlos.

He knew perfectly well what Carlos was going to say to him: something about time management, how basic human integrity is keeping promises, and so on.

I'm so tired of hearing it.

"Alright then, Louise. Get the carriage and luggage ready for me first, then call me after dinner."

"As ordered."

……

They lingered there until six o'clock in the evening. Domi had already finished dinner at the villa, changed into his everyday clothes, and, carrying a suitcase containing the black cloak of Fomalhaut, boarded the carriage to go home.

The outskirts of the city were not far from his castle; given the speed of the carriage and the openness of the road, it would only take an hour and a half to get there.

At 7:30 p.m., many rooms in the castle still have their lights on, so coming back now wouldn't be considered a disturbance.

Upon entering the hall, everything was the same as before, except for the absence of a few maids who sweetly greeted him with "Welcome home, young master~~".

It's a bittersweet feeling, though. Well, every cloud has a silver lining.

Just as he was thinking of going back to his room and spending the day in peace, a figure walked in from the side room. Domi looked closely and saw that it was Catherine!

She should be getting a beauty and skincare treatment right now! Why is she still here in her uniform?

Did those guys even record what they were doing in the villa and report it to Carlos?

Seeing Domi's guilty look, Catherine was immediately furious. She stepped forward and looked down at him coldly, saying:

"Domi, welcome home. Come with me to see the master."

Haha, what a chilly "Welcome home" greeting.

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor was exceptionally crisp.

Domi followed behind Catherine and asked cautiously:

"Catherine, were you waiting for me?"

"Yes, the master assigned me to keep watch here."

"Wait a long time?"

"..."

She remained silent for a long time before saying softly, "Yes, from yesterday morning until now, apart from sleeping and working, I have to wait for you there whenever I have free time."

The tone was like a slightly temperamental young girl complaining to her boyfriend. Domi felt a ticklish sensation in her heart, like being scratched by a cat's claws—so cute, so...