Chapter 365
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Dominique entered the luxurious, upscale building without any problems.
In fact, along this main street, the buildings here were all upscale. The street they were located on obviously belonged to the wealthy elites, who were either powerful or wealthy.
This was a residential area, and not an area where one could deal with goods. However, one street down, there were many people who set up shop there.
Being near the housing of the rich and powerful made for good money.
Now, just why was a Neil being captured and brought here? For what reason? Were they not afraid of offending the Neil Clan?
Or was it that they had no idea he was Neil? It was doubtful. The Neil Clan's eyes were special, and they were easily recognized.
Dominique felt unbearably curious now. The faint stirrings of interest slowly grew and crescendoed, reaching new heights. It spurred him on further.
He slipped into the place, easily dodging the guards that were around. They were alert, but Dominique was much more experienced than them in this aspect.
If he wanted to, only someone of the same rank or someone stronger than him could discover him.
But he had already scanned the place before entering, and he knew that they weren't able to stop him.
While the place was heavily guarded, and there were various magical objects in the building, that didn't mean that it had been guarded by any arrays.
It was hard to invite an Array Master to work for you, and even if you wanted to find anyone who was of less expertise to do it, it couldn't be confirmed that they would carry it out.
This mainly stemmed from the lack of Array Masters in the continent, as well as the increasingly high price rates. Most Array Masters already had a faction they belonged to, making it even harder to meet one.
Which was perhaps lucky for the owner. Dominique's 'expertise' in runes could only be referred to as demolition.
Most of the time when Dominique picked up the techniques from his Boss, all he saw was the way he 'broke' the arrays or seals down to study it.
However, that route would usually lead to the entire array shattering like a mirror being shattered into pieces. It would usually be loud and messy, which was not something that he wanted.
Dominique leisurely strolled into the place, walking by right in front of the guards. Just a little bit of the stealth skills and he could successfully fool them.
In fact, he could even break out into a dance in front of them and they wouldn't be any the wiser.
This was the stark difference between a Meister and anyone below them.
It was a qualitative change that created a gap so wide that the gulf could not be filled with mere expertise alone.
The power levels were too different in this regard.
It was to the point that anyone below the ranks of Meister who successfully lived to tell the tale when they were involved in a fight with a Meister would become famous shortly after, regardless of if the Meister had been holding back or not.
However, because most of the fights were shielded by the Meisters, this hardly ever happened.
The place inside really exuded luxurious decorations inside in every place. It was ostentatious, but somehow, one didn't feel discomfort looking at it. It was high key luxury that didn't lose out to the royal palace.
It made Dominique raise his brows. Why was a Neil captured and brought here?
For some reason, Rosabel's various racy novels flashed through his mind, involving a domineering rich tycoon kidnapping a helpless young woman or man, having a whirlwind romance that eventually led to the kidnapping victim falling in love with the kidnapper.
With a blank look on his face, Dominque waved the thoughts away. How absurd.
It was more likely that the Neil Clan member had something that the owner wanted.
Dominique's eyes flashed. Just what was it that he wanted?
He wandered around the place, and he even found the office of the bigshot. From what he heard; the bigshot was inside playing around.
Dominique frowned in disgust.
There were even rooms that held other people as well, ranging from both male to female. Some of them looked listless, some looked indifferent. Some of them had clearly given up the urge to live, and they were all in rooms that didn't have locks.
Dominique looked coolly at them without any intention of helping them. The door was unlocked, and they weren't physically locked in. The only thing that was keeping there was themselves.
He hated people like this, who only relied on other people to save them without making any effort themselves. He didn't know if it was because they had tried and failed, or if it was because they were terrified of the bigshot, but he felt no sympathy for them.
People like this made his blood boil.
Moving on, he found rooms full of magical objects, rooms with treasured items, rooms full of paintings…
It was like the owner of this place had a particular OCD with the way the rooms were placed, with something which had the most value placed in the middle of the room, and the rest of the items being decorative.
Dominique slowly came to a conclusion as he thought about it.
Could it be that the Neil Clan member was able to make something that the bigshot wanted?
The Main Character's eyes flashed, and he continued to walk around, looking for that Neil from before.
Finally, he found the room where there were two guards outside, and it should be the room where he was kept.
Dominique was briefly surprised that it wasn't in a dungeon or whatnot, before he understood.
They had 'invited' the Neil here to 'ask' him to create something for them.
Dominique sneered.
He hoped that what he saw wouldn't disappoint him.
If the Neil Clan member was like the rest of the people 'trapped' here, he would likely lose control over his bloodlust.
It would be too disappointing, and his curiosity would have died a swift death.
But regardless of what Dominique was thinking, he didn't realize that he also held a faint trace of anticipation, as if looking forward to seeing what the man would do.
For some reason, he didn't feel like the man would do something that disappoint him, but he didn't know where these feelings were coming from.
He rounded a corner and waited until a maidservant walked past, carrying a tray of something.
Right when she passed it, he knocked over the table that contained an antique vase, causing it to shatter the moment it hit the ground.
Instantly, the maidservant let out a scream, and her face paled.
The two guards that had been outside the Neil Clan member's room instinctively made their way to the maidservant, dragging her away by the arm.
Dominique opened the door in front of him casually and slipped in, closing the door softly behind him.
Before he did anything, he leisurely removed the stealth skills that he'd been using previously to fool the inhabitants of the room.
For some reason, he wanted to see the reaction of his man, who had still seemed so calm deep down when he'd been taken directly to this place.
His eyes met with the calm eyes of the Neil Clan member, who had just opened his mouth to speak.
Only to see him freeze, his eyes widening as he went into a bit of a daze.
The man's hand quickly darted out, grabbing onto Dominique's arm.
Dominique could have dodged it, but for some reason, perhaps because the man looked a bit similar to Boss, he didn't.
\"Please date me!\" the man blurted out.
The two of them stared at each other with faintly stunned expressions on their faces.
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Dominique entered the luxurious, upscale building without any problems.
In fact, along this main street, the buildings here were all upscale. The street they were located on obviously belonged to the wealthy elites, who were either powerful or wealthy.
This was a residential area, and not an area where one could deal with goods. However, one street down, there were many people who set up shop there.
Being near the housing of the rich and powerful made for good money.
Now, just why was a Neil being captured and brought here? For what reason? Were they not afraid of offending the Neil Clan?
Or was it that they had no idea he was Neil? It was doubtful. The Neil Clan's eyes were special, and they were easily recognized.
Dominique felt unbearably curious now. The faint stirrings of interest slowly grew and crescendoed, reaching new heights. It spurred him on further.
He slipped into the place, easily dodging the guards that were around. They were alert, but Dominique was much more experienced than them in this aspect.
If he wanted to, only someone of the same rank or someone stronger than him could discover him.
But he had already scanned the place before entering, and he knew that they weren't able to stop him.
While the place was heavily guarded, and there were various magical objects in the building, that didn't mean that it had been guarded by any arrays.
It was hard to invite an Array Master to work for you, and even if you wanted to find anyone who was of less expertise to do it, it couldn't be confirmed that they would carry it out.
This mainly stemmed from the lack of Array Masters in the continent, as well as the increasingly high price rates. Most Array Masters already had a faction they belonged to, making it even harder to meet one.
Which was perhaps lucky for the owner. Dominique's 'expertise' in runes could only be referred to as demolition.
Most of the time when Dominique picked up the techniques from his Boss, all he saw was the way he 'broke' the arrays or seals down to study it.
However, that route would usually lead to the entire array shattering like a mirror being shattered into pieces. It would usually be loud and messy, which was not something that he wanted.
Dominique leisurely strolled into the place, walking by right in front of the guards. Just a little bit of the stealth skills and he could successfully fool them.
In fact, he could even break out into a dance in front of them and they wouldn't be any the wiser.
This was the stark difference between a Meister and anyone below them.
It was a qualitative change that created a gap so wide that the gulf could not be filled with mere expertise alone.
The power levels were too different in this regard.
It was to the point that anyone below the ranks of Meister who successfully lived to tell the tale when they were involved in a fight with a Meister would become famous shortly after, regardless of if the Meister had been holding back or not.
However, because most of the fights were shielded by the Meisters, this hardly ever happened.
The place inside really exuded luxurious decorations inside in every place. It was ostentatious, but somehow, one didn't feel discomfort looking at it. It was high key luxury that didn't lose out to the royal palace.
It made Dominique raise his brows. Why was a Neil captured and brought here?
For some reason, Rosabel's various racy novels flashed through his mind, involving a domineering rich tycoon kidnapping a helpless young woman or man, having a whirlwind romance that eventually led to the kidnapping victim falling in love with the kidnapper.
With a blank look on his face, Dominque waved the thoughts away. How absurd.
It was more likely that the Neil Clan member had something that the owner wanted.
Dominique's eyes flashed. Just what was it that he wanted?
He wandered around the place, and he even found the office of the bigshot. From what he heard; the bigshot was inside playing around.
Dominique frowned in disgust.
There were even rooms that held other people as well, ranging from both male to female. Some of them looked listless, some looked indifferent. Some of them had clearly given up the urge to live, and they were all in rooms that didn't have locks.
Dominique looked coolly at them without any intention of helping them. The door was unlocked, and they weren't physically locked in. The only thing that was keeping there was themselves.
He hated people like this, who only relied on other people to save them without making any effort themselves. He didn't know if it was because they had tried and failed, or if it was because they were terrified of the bigshot, but he felt no sympathy for them.
People like this made his blood boil.
Moving on, he found rooms full of magical objects, rooms with treasured items, rooms full of paintings…
It was like the owner of this place had a particular OCD with the way the rooms were placed, with something which had the most value placed in the middle of the room, and the rest of the items being decorative.
Dominique slowly came to a conclusion as he thought about it.
Could it be that the Neil Clan member was able to make something that the bigshot wanted?
The Main Character's eyes flashed, and he continued to walk around, looking for that Neil from before.
Finally, he found the room where there were two guards outside, and it should be the room where he was kept.
Dominique was briefly surprised that it wasn't in a dungeon or whatnot, before he understood.
They had 'invited' the Neil here to 'ask' him to create something for them.
Dominique sneered.
He hoped that what he saw wouldn't disappoint him.
If the Neil Clan member was like the rest of the people 'trapped' here, he would likely lose control over his bloodlust.
It would be too disappointing, and his curiosity would have died a swift death.
But regardless of what Dominique was thinking, he didn't realize that he also held a faint trace of anticipation, as if looking forward to seeing what the man would do.
For some reason, he didn't feel like the man would do something that disappoint him, but he didn't know where these feelings were coming from.
He rounded a corner and waited until a maidservant walked past, carrying a tray of something.
Right when she passed it, he knocked over the table that contained an antique vase, causing it to shatter the moment it hit the ground.
Instantly, the maidservant let out a scream, and her face paled.
The two guards that had been outside the Neil Clan member's room instinctively made their way to the maidservant, dragging her away by the arm.
Dominique opened the door in front of him casually and slipped in, closing the door softly behind him.
Before he did anything, he leisurely removed the stealth skills that he'd been using previously to fool the inhabitants of the room.
For some reason, he wanted to see the reaction of his man, who had still seemed so calm deep down when he'd been taken directly to this place.
His eyes met with the calm eyes of the Neil Clan member, who had just opened his mouth to speak.
Only to see him freeze, his eyes widening as he went into a bit of a daze.
The man's hand quickly darted out, grabbing onto Dominique's arm.
Dominique could have dodged it, but for some reason, perhaps because the man looked a bit similar to Boss, he didn't.
\"Please date me!\" the man blurted out.
The two of them stared at each other with faintly stunned expressions on their faces.
Dominique entered the luxurious, upscale building without any problems.In fact, along this main street, the buildings here were all upscale. The street they were located on obviously belonged to the wealthy elites, who were either powerful or wealthy.This was a residential area, and not an area where one could deal with goods. However, one street down, there were many people who set up shop there.Being near the housing of the rich and powerful made for good money.Now, just why was a Neil being captured and brought here? For what reason? Were they not afraid of offending the Neil Clan?Or was it that they had no idea he was Neil? It was doubtful. The Neil Clan's eyes were special, and they were easily recognized.Dominique felt unbearably curious now. The faint stirrings of interest slowly grew and crescendoed, reaching new heights. It spurred him on further.He slipped into the place, easily dodging the guards that were around. They were alert, but Dominique was much more experienced than them in this aspect.If he wanted to, only someone of the same rank or someone stronger than him could discover him.But he had already scanned the place before entering, and he knew that they weren't able to stop him.While the place was heavily guarded, and there were various magical objects in the building, that didn't mean that it had been guarded by any arrays.It was hard to invite an Array Master to work for you, and even if you wanted to find anyone who was of less expertise to do it, it couldn't be confirmed that they would carry it out.This mainly stemmed from the lack of Array Masters in the continent, as well as the increasingly high price rates. Most Array Masters already had a faction they belonged to, making it even harder to meet one.Which was perhaps lucky for the owner. Dominique's 'expertise' in runes could only be referred to as demolition.Most of the time when Dominique picked up the techniques from his Boss, all he saw was the way he 'broke' the arrays or seals down to study it.However, that route would usually lead to the entire array shattering like a mirror being shattered into pieces. It would usually be loud and messy, which was not something that he wanted.Dominique leisurely strolled into the place, walking by right in front of the guards. Just a little bit of the stealth skills and he could successfully fool them.In fact, he could even break out into a dance in front of them and they wouldn't be any the wiser.This was the stark difference between a Meister and anyone below them.It was a qualitative change that created a gap so wide that the gulf could not be filled with mere expertise alone.The power levels were too different in this regard.It was to the point that anyone below the ranks of Meister who successfully lived to tell the tale when they were involved in a fight with a Meister would become famous shortly after, regardless of if the Meister had been holding back or not.However, because most of the fights were shielded by the Meisters, this hardly ever happened.The place inside really exuded luxurious decorations inside in every place. It was ostentatious, but somehow, one didn't feel discomfort looking at it. It was high key luxury that didn't lose out to the royal palace.It made Dominique raise his brows. Why was a Neil captured and brought here?For some reason, Rosabel's various racy novels flashed through his mind, involving a domineering rich tycoon kidnapping a helpless young woman or man, having a whirlwind romance that eventually led to the kidnapping victim falling in love with the kidnapper.With a blank look on his face, Dominque waved the thoughts away. How absurd.It was more likely that the Neil Clan member had something that the owner wanted.Dominique's eyes flashed. Just what was it that he wanted?He wandered around the place, and he even found the office of the bigshot. From what he heard; the bigshot was inside playing around.Dominique frowned in disgust.There were even rooms that held other people as well, ranging from both male to female. Some of them looked listless, some looked indifferent. Some of them had clearly given up the urge to live, and they were all in rooms that didn't have locks.Dominique looked coolly at them without any intention of helping them. The door was unlocked, and they weren't physically locked in. The only thing that was keeping there was themselves.He hated people like this, who only relied on other people to save them without making any effort themselves. He didn't know if it was because they had tried and failed, or if it was because they were terrified of the bigshot, but he felt no sympathy for them.People like this made his blood boil.Moving on, he found rooms full of magical objects, rooms with treasured items, rooms full of paintingsIt was like the owner of this place had a particular OCD with the way the rooms were placed, with something which had the most value placed in the middle of the room, and the rest of the items being decorative.Dominique slowly came to a conclusion as he thought about it.Could it be that the Neil Clan member was able to make something that the bigshot wanted?The Main Character's eyes flashed, and he continued to walk around, looking for that Neil from before.Finally, he found the room where there were two guards outside, and it should be the room where he was kept.Dominique was briefly surprised that it wasn't in a dungeon or whatnot, before he understood.They had 'invited' the Neil here to 'ask' him to create something for them.Dominique sneered.He hoped that what he saw wouldn't disappoint him.If the Neil Clan member was like the rest of the people 'trapped' here, he would likely lose control over his bloodlust.It would be too disappointing, and his curiosity would have died a swift death.But regardless of what Dominique was thinking, he didn't realize that he also held a faint trace of anticipation, as if looking forward to seeing what the man would do.For some reason, he didn't feel like the man would do something that disappoint him, but he didn't know where these feelings were coming from.He rounded a corner and waited until a maidservant walked past, carrying a tray of something.Right when she passed it, he knocked over the table that contained an antique vase, causing it to shatter the moment it hit the ground.Instantly, the maidservant let out a scream, and her face paled.The two guards that had been outside the Neil Clan member's room instinctively made their way to the maidservant, dragging her away by the arm.Dominique opened the door in front of him casually and slipped in, closing the door softly behind him.Before he did anything, he leisurely removed the stealth skills that he'd been using previously to fool the inhabitants of the room.For some reason, he wanted to see the reaction of his man, who had still seemed so calm deep down when he'd been taken directly to this place.His eyes met with the calm eyes of the Neil Clan member, who had just opened his mouth to speak.Only to see him freeze, his eyes widening as he went into a bit of a daze.The man's hand quickly darted out, grabbing onto Dominique's arm.Dominique could have dodged it, but for some reason, perhaps because the man looked a bit similar to Boss, he didn't.\"Please date me!\" the man blurted out.The two of them stared at each other with faintly stunned expressions on their faces.
