I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 107 Don’t let him leave

"Space magic." Lancelot briefly described Lilith's teaching of magic to him, but he skipped the battle gun part.

"Oh? Can you release it for me now?"

Lancelot nodded, then stood up and whispered a spell: "er!"

A dark space crack was torn open beside the boy, and a milky white ball of light floated out from inside.

The next second, the white light faded.

"Why is there nothing?" Kleinman looked at the other person's empty right hand and asked doubtfully.

Lancelot smiled awkwardly: "Well, because I haven't used it to save anything."

"Okay." Kleiman had no doubts. He gestured for the boy to sit back down.

Lancelot immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad that the second before he was about to release the space magic, he suddenly thought of the things stored in the different space.

There are two things in the space crack. One is the Black Thorn Spear given to him by Lilith, a weapon that even Caesar covets.

The other thing is the book of prophecy given to him by the strange old man Lancelot met in the misty world last night. Clayman cannot let Clayman know about its existence either.

Don't show your wealth when you go out. Lancelot still understood this principle.

"You can release space magic, but you can't release fireball. It proves that it has nothing to do with your magic talent." Clayman held his chin with his hand, thought for a few seconds and then asked: "Lancelot, I have a question, you

Are you a descendant of a wizard?"

"No." Lancelot answered truthfully.

"According to the information Harvey gave me, your hometown is Tucker Town, and the person in charge of managing the town is Wizard Rob. It was him who introduced you to the Wizard Academy, right?"

"You are right." Lancelot nodded in affirmation.

"Your situation is a bit complicated. I can't give you an accurate answer yet. I will ask Carol to do a physical examination for you tomorrow."

"Physical examination?"

"Yes, every new student who enters the Wizarding Academy must take a blood test one week before the start of school. The purpose is to understand your information more comprehensively."

"Okay." Lancelot felt like a thunderbolt in his heart after hearing this. He could think from the literal meaning that this so-called physical examination was used to distinguish between descendants of wizards and ordinary people. This also meant that he was a descendant of wizards.

The facts will soon be made public.

"Lancelot, you can go now. Of course, if you have other questions, you can come to me at any time."

After speaking, Kleiman tapped his fingers on the table, and the office door opened in response.

Lancelot stood up, bowed to Clayman, and then walked out quickly.

Clayman watched Lancelot's back disappear from the door, and he tapped the table again.

This time, not only was the door closed, but a transparent crystal ball appeared in front of him.

Clayman stared intently at the surface of the crystal ball and began to chant a long spell.

As a strange purple light flashed, a specific picture began to appear on the surface of the crystal ball.

"Long time no see, Clayman."

A low voice rang out inexplicably in the empty room, and the voice came from the crystal ball.

Kleiman crossed his hands on his chest to express his respect, and said in a pious tone: "Your Majesty the King, I'm sorry to disturb you."

In the picture of the crystal ball is a middle-aged man wearing a golden crown, who is the current supreme ruler of the Lineker Kingdom-Caesar de Erics.

"What's the matter? Tell me."

"There is a strange child among the new students at the Wizarding Academy."

"Oh? Tell me."

"This kid's name is Lancelot. He comes from Tucker Town. The academy doesn't have much information about him." Clayman paused and continued: "According to his own statement, he is not a descendant of wizards."

"Kleiman, get to the point." Caesar's tone became a little impatient.

After all, the proportion of freshmen without wizard blood in each class is close to one-fifth, which is not surprising.

"Sorry, Your Majesty the King." Clayman hurriedly added: "This child has a high level of magic talent, but he can't even learn the most basic fireball technique."

The other end of the crystal ball suddenly became silent, and the picture also became still.

"Your Majesty the King?"

Kleinman frowned, this had never happened before.

Half a minute later, the deep voice sounded again.

"What about other types of magic?"

"Able to skillfully release space magic." Clayman recalled the scene where Lancelot opened the space rift just now.

"What color is his magic power?"

"Close to white."

"What color is his hair?"

"Also white."

There was another suffocating silence.

"Kleiman, I know this kid. Remember, no matter what happens, don't let him leave the academy. If there is any other situation, report it to me immediately." Caesar's tone was extremely serious: "This is an order!"

The voice on the other end of the crystal ball almost seemed to be roaring, and the voice was full of anger.

"As you command, Your Majesty the King."

As soon as he finished speaking, the picture on the crystal ball disappeared instantly, while Kleinman stared at the transparent crystal ball and fell into deep thought.

Logically speaking, Caesar's words should have shocked Clayman. It seemed incredible that King Caesar, who was high on the throne, would actually know a boy from a remote country.

But Clayman's attention was focused on one of the sentences - "No matter what happens, don't let Lancelot leave."

Since Clayman became the dean of the Wizarding Academy three years ago, he has sent away about two thousand freshmen, but Lancelot is the first student that the king can name and pay attention to.

"Lancelot, I will find out who you are." Clayman murmured to himself.

"Dong, dong dong." Kleiman's thoughts were interrupted by another knock on the door.

"Come in."

A tall, handsome man walked in outside the door, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and holding a stack of off-white paper in his hand.

"Harvey, what's wrong?"

"Dean Kleiman, I have something important to report to you." Harvey pushed up his glasses, walked quickly to the desk, and handed the paper in his hand to Kleiman.

"Sit down." Kleiman made a gesture of invitation. The owner of this armchair changed three times in just a few hours.

"This is?"

Kleiman picked up the paper on the table and read the words on it carefully through his thick lenses, his expression becoming more solemn.

"Harvey, why didn't you tell me right away?!"

Clayman's tone was a little angry, because what was recorded on the paper was exactly the ins and outs of the Frost Forest attack.

(End of chapter)