I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 106 Feeling uncomfortable all over

When Lancelot took the water glass, his right hand could not stop shaking.

"Let me feed you." Lilith took the water cup and brought it to Lancelot's mouth, tilting the mouth of the cup slightly.

"Coo, coo, coo."

After drinking a glass of water, Lancelot felt much better, but his limbs were still so weak.

"Lilith, you didn't go to the cafeteria, why did you come to the medical room?" Lancelot asked doubtfully.

Lilith put the water glass back on the table and looked at Lancelot with some distress: "Because I want to ask about what happened in the morning and see if Dinah and the others are here."

Lancelot's eyes dimmed after hearing this, and he said: "Lilith, I'm sorry, I may not be able to learn instant magic."

"Don't be so pessimistic. Maybe Teacher Harvey knows how to solve this problem."

"I hope so." Lancelot looked bitter. He knew his current situation very well.

The point is not that he has no wizard blood, but that his body has the blood of a wizard.

Under the rule of wizards, magicians were labeled as heretics. They could only live in the shadows. Once discovered, they would undoubtedly be greeted by death.

So even if Lancelot knew it, he couldn't tell Lilith the real reason.

"Lancelot, are you hungry?" Lilith turned her head and glanced at the clock on the wall, and asked with concern: "I can go to the cafeteria and bring you some food."

"Thank you, Lilith, don't worry about me. I just want to take a good rest now."

Lilith pouted her lips and said angrily: "If you don't eat on time, your health will get worse!"

Lancelot smiled bitterly and shook his head. He was really not in the mood to eat right now, and there was only one question left in his mind - what should he do after his identity was exposed.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Lilith stood up and opened the door. She looked at the visitor with a surprised look on her face and said, "Teacher Chris, why are you here?"

I saw Chris standing outside the door in a black dress, holding a white cardboard box in his hand.

"Hello, Miss Lilith, I'm here to see Lancelot." Chris said as he walked into the room, saw Lancelot on the hospital bed, and waved to the boy.

Lilith closed the door and stood aside listening to the conversation between the two.

"Lancelot, are you okay?" Chris walked to the hospital bed and sat down on the chair Lilith brought.

"Except for being a little tired, everything else is fine. How did you know I was here?"

"I met Miss Carol on the way to the teaching building. She asked me something and then told me that you went to the medical room." Chris sounded helpless. He looked at Lancelot and looked like he was about to die.

With his appearance, I knew it must have been caused by Bolu's self-created devil training method.

"Teacher Chris, what do you want from me?" Lancelot asked weakly.

"That's right, I told Dean Kleinman about your situation after class."

As soon as Lancelot heard this, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he sat up straight unconsciously, although the soreness all over his body made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Lancelot, what's wrong?" Chris asked in confusion when he saw the boy's expression was strange.

"No, it's nothing. Just keep talking."

"Dean Clayman would like to meet you."

"when?"

"It's two o'clock in the afternoon, so you don't have to come to the afternoon class."

"But." Lancelot frowned and his face became extremely ugly.

Chris thought Lancelot was worried about not being able to catch up because of his absence from class, so he immediately explained: "Lancelot, after your problem is solved, I will find time on weekends to make up classes for you alone."

Lancelot felt a strange feeling immediately after hearing this.

At the opening ceremony, Lancelot once met Dean Kleinman. Kleinman's speech at that time left a deep impression on him, and he was definitely not a person to be trifled with.

"Lancelot, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Lilith saw that something was wrong with Lancelot.

"No, it's okay." Lancelot shook his head numbly.

He looked at Chris and uttered a few words with difficulty: "Okay, I will go see him."

"Well, Dean Kleinman's office is on the fifth floor of the teaching building. Which room has the iron plate on the door?"

"Well, Teacher Chris, I can't read."

Chris was slightly startled after hearing this: "Go up the stairs and turn left. It's in the fifth room."

Lancelot nodded to express understanding.

"Oh, by the way, Miss Lilith, you haven't eaten yet?" Chris turned back to the girl and asked.

"No."

"I brought you a cake, eat it quickly." Chris said, opening the white box in his hand. It turned out to be a double-layered chocolate strawberry cake.

Chris put the cake on the table, bowed to Lilith, and then left the medical room.

Lancelot and Lilith looked at each other, and the girl spoke first: "Lancelot, let's eat together."

Lilith said as she walked to the other end of the room, took out two forks from the wooden box above the sink, and then handed them to Lancelot on the bed.

An hour later, the medical room was empty, and there was still a piece of leftover cake on the table.

At this time, Lilith had already arrived at Echo Square to start her afternoon classes, while Lancelot was walking towards the dean's office on the fifth floor.

Lancelot was climbing the stairs with difficulty. After a whole morning of torture, he could still walk normally. Even he felt incredible.

It's just that the speed is a bit slow. It took ten minutes to go from the first floor to the fifth floor.

"Huh~" Lancelot finally came to the door of the fifth room, adjusted his breathing and knocked on the door.

"Please come in!"

The door opened in response, and Lancelot limped in.

"Hello, Dean Clayman." Lancelot bowed to the middle-aged man with a kind face in front of him.

"You must be Lancelot, please sit down."

Clayman's tone was as calm as lake water, and Lancelot's uneasy mood disappeared inexplicably.

Lancelot sat down and stared at the table, not daring to look directly into Clayman's eyes.

"Lancelot, I heard about you, don't worry, I will help you find out the reason."

Clayman said as he stood up, walked behind the boy, and then gently held Lancelot's neck with his hands.

"Hmm"

The moment Clayman's palm came into contact with Lancelot, the boy felt a cold chill spread directly down his neck to his whole body, and the pain all over his body was swept away.

This reminded Lancelot of his first meeting with the witch.

After a few seconds, Clayman took his hand away, sat back to his original position, and slowly said: "Lancelot, you are not a descendant of a wizard, right?"

"Yes, Dean Clayman." Lancelot nodded.

"You've never studied magic?"

"Well, I've only learned one."

"What is it?"

(End of chapter)