I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 104 Violent Exercise

The sun shines through the clouds, bringing a touch of warmth, and it's almost noon.

The three-hour magic practice came to an end. After Chris made a simple comment, he asked the students in Class A to disperse.

Lancelot never came back since he left with Boru.

"Lilith, why didn't you see Dinah and Amanda today? Where have they gone?" Frank walked up to Lilith immediately.

"Teacher Harvey temporarily called them to the medical room. They should come to class in the afternoon." Lilith breathed a sigh of relief. She felt physically and mentally exhausted from practicing all morning.

"Is it because of the incident in the Frost Forest?"

"Keep your voice down." Lilith made a silencing gesture.

"That Lancelot guy, what's going on?" Frank's tone became much more serious: "Lilith, how much do you know about Lancelot's life experience?"

"I don't know for sure, but Lancelot said that he is not a descendant of wizards."

Lilith looked solemn. She had been thinking about the reason since Lancelot and Teacher Boru left.

Lilith's aunt, when Carol was about to enter the wizarding college, the young Lilith once asked her a lot about wizards.

One of them mentioned this problem. There are only two types of students who enter the Wizarding Academy. One type has inherited the bloodline of wizards, and the other is ordinary people with extraordinary talents.

Although Lancelot belongs to the latter, there is no connection between having wizard blood and releasing magic, and there is no conflict between the two.

In the college's more than two hundred years of history, there have even been cases where students of non-wizard descent were awarded the wizard college's highest honor, the Black Thorn Emblem.

Lilith knew very well that Lancelot's extraordinary talent could not be due to such a ridiculous reason as being unable to understand the materialization of magic power.

Frank thought for a few seconds and then said to Lilith: "I'll go back to the apartment to check. Maybe he has gone back."

"Okay, see you later!" Lilith waved to Frank's back.

After bidding farewell to Frank, Lilith did not go to the cafeteria, but walked towards the medical room. She decided to go to the medical room to find Aunt Carol to find out what happened.

On the other side, Chris did not go back to the office to rest as usual after class. He originally planned to go to the gym to have a good chat with Lancelot, but halfway through he suddenly changed his mind and turned around and quickly walked into the teaching building.

"Dong, dong, dong." Chris knocked on the door of the dean's office.

"Come in."

Chris pushed the door open, walked to a dark brown desk, stopped, and bowed in a respectful tone: "Mr. Dean, please excuse me."

Dean Clayman was wearing a dark gray mage robe and a dark green pointed round hat on his head. He was writing something on a piece of mithril paper with his head down.

Hearing this, he raised his head and smiled kindly at the visitor. At the same time, he put the quill back into the cartridge and said softly: "Chris, sit down."

Chris nodded, moved an armchair and sat opposite Dean Kleinman.

"Tell me what you have come to see me for." Kleinman looked directly at the other person, his eyes deep and calm.

"Dean, a strange thing happened to me in class today." Chris' tone became more solemn: "A student in Class A was unable to master the fireball technique."

"oh?"

Kleiman took off his glasses and became immediately interested.

Chris then described in detail the process of Lancelot and Frank learning the fireball technique that morning.

After hearing this, Kleinman thought for a moment and said, "If I remember correctly, this is the first time such a situation has happened."

"Chris, tell me that student's full name."

"Lancelot." Chris said and added: "He is the genius with extremely strong mental power that I mentioned to you before. He has no last name."

Kleinman nodded, opened the drawer and took out a stack of documents, and then took out one of them.

Chris glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the list of students from this class densely written on the paper.

"Lancelot." Dean Kleinman scanned it from top to bottom and asked doubtfully: "Why is there no name on it?"

"Lancelot reported to the Wizarding Academy the day before school started and missed the entrance physical examination. Teacher Harvey didn't tell you about this?"

Kleinman shook his head and put the files back into the drawer.

"Harvey hasn't been here in the past few days. He seems to be busy with other things."

Kleiman crossed his fingers and said while thinking: "Chris, the purpose of your coming here is to want me to expel this student named Lancelot?"

"No, no, no, I just want to ask you about the cause of this matter and find a way to solve it."

Chris repeatedly denied that expelling such talented students from the academy would be a great loss to the Wizarding Academy itself.

"I can't draw any conclusions until I see the child again." Clayman paused and continued to ask: "Where is the child now?"

"I had to go to class at that time, so I asked Bolu to take him away."

"Well, let the kid come to my office later this afternoon." A smile appeared on Clayman's face: "Don't worry, Chris, the college's consistent purpose is to cultivate outstanding talents for the kingdom, and I will give you a satisfactory result."

"Okay, I understand." After Chris said that, he stood up and walked out of the office.

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Gym, on the straight track.

Two figures, one behind the other, were doing some strenuous exercise.

"Teacher Bolu, can we take a break? I, I really can't run anymore."

Lancelot was so tired that he collapsed directly to the ground. He was breathing heavily, and it was obvious that his physical exertion had reached the limit.

Boru in front stopped, turned around, walked to Lancelot, and looked at the boy condescendingly: "Keep on holding on, I've only run fifteen laps, and I'm still far from the goal of thirty laps!"

"Please be a human being." Lancelot cried in despair.

He originally thought that Bolu was called by Chris to comfort him, but as soon as the two of them arrived at the gym, they started running inexplicably.

Lancelot was about to cry at this time. Seeing the enthusiasm on Boru's face, he had no choice but to stretch out his right hand and let the other party pull him up.

As the physical fitness teacher of the Wizarding Academy, Boru actually does not know magic, so his job is to help students improve their physical fitness.

As for skills in combat, not to mention that people with wizard blood have extremely powerful bodies, and the lethality of black magic is much higher than that of physical attacks.

Therefore, combat skills are like useless to the students of wizard academy, which are tasteless and a pity to discard.

Finally, the college assigned him a student, and Boru regained his long-lost sense of presence. He decided to take this opportunity to strengthen Lancelot's physique.

But this is a tricky problem.

Just a few days ago, Boru personally witnessed Lancelot break the record for the longest time in the history of the 100-meter race.

(End of chapter)