I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 108 Conversation between Caesar and Mason

Grande, the imperial capital, inside the royal palace.

This is a house located deep in the palace. The decoration inside the house is magnificent, and the wallpaper is covered with various strange patterns, which are said to be ancient hieroglyphics.

The ceiling is made of fine rosewood, and pure gold vessels can be seen everywhere. A soft blood-colored carpet on the ground leads directly to the door, and at the other end is the throne of ruler Lineker.

The front of the throne looks like a maple leaf, but it has more sharp corners, an astonishing twenty-four in number.

The curvature of each sharp corner has been carefully measured, and there is almost no difference to the naked eye.

Every three years, the best craftsmen in the kingdom will enter the palace to make some necessary repairs and maintenance.

However, at this moment, the middle part of the sharp corner seems to be covered by something, unable to reveal its complete outline.

Because sitting on the throne is none other than the supreme ruler of the Lineker Kingdom—Caesar de Erics.

The afternoon sun shone on Caesar's face, outlining his angular face with a harsh look, but his deep eyes did not seem to reveal any human emotion.

Caesar was wearing a pitch-black mage robe and a pair of dark brown leather boots. A heart-stopping magical light flowed faintly on the surface of the robe.

Interestingly, the robe itself does not cost much expensive materials. Its value lies in the fact that Caesar has injected dozens of high-level gain magic into the robe. Ordinary swords and guns have no effect on it, and it is also immune to most weapons.

Magic attacks below level.

Caesar has kept this robe with him since he graduated from wizard college.

On his left chest, there is a similarly dark coat of arms. If you don't look carefully, you may miss its existence.

"Lancelot." Caesar leaned on the throne and muttered something to himself.

Caesar waved his right hand, and a huge map of the kingdom immediately appeared in front of him. He quickly glanced at "Tucker Town-it turns out to be here."

A red dot suddenly lit up at the southern end of the map, which was a place near the harbor.

Lancelot has lived in Tucker Town for three years, and still does not know where Tucker Town is in the Lineker Kingdom.

Caesar recalled the little boy three years ago in his mind. After repeating it several times, he was sure that he remembered correctly. The boy's real name was not Lancelot, but he could never remember the exact name.

After a while, Caesar silently chanted a long spell, and a transparent object slowly floated in front of him. It was the crystal ball used to talk to Clayman just now.

After a few seconds, a specific picture began to appear on the surface of the crystal ball, which looked like a dark room.

"Mason."

"Lord Caesar." The light in the room was very dark, and Mason's face was hidden under his hood, making it impossible to see his specific appearance.

"Didn't you teach those kids magic this afternoon?" A smile appeared on Caesar's ice-like face.

The corner of Mason's mouth raised slightly: "Lord Caesar, the students in Class B are all very outstanding. They have completed the tasks I assigned two hours ahead of schedule."

"Oh? Where's Class A?"

"You mean the class that that guy Chris is in charge of?" Mason's tone was a little more mocking: "I passed by the square formation of Class A during class, and I don't think they are better than the students in Class B."

"Talent does not mean ability, you and I both know this." Caesar said calmly.

The wizarding college entrance examination system has existed since its inception, and this class placement model actually values ​​ability rather than talent.

For example, Caesar himself was assigned to Class B at that time, but his talent was the top among the students of that class.

In other words, after three years of study, students outside Class A are likely to catch up with or even surpass them.

Mason nodded with deep understanding, and then asked: "Master Caesar, you suddenly came to me, you definitely didn't come to chat with me, right?"

"Well, there's something I want to confirm."

Mason said nothing, waiting for the next step.

"Among the freshmen admitted this year, is there a boy named Lancelot?" Caesar coughed lightly.

"Lancelot?"

Mason thought for a few seconds, then nodded slowly: "I remembered, there is indeed a student named Lancelot, who seems to be assigned to Class A."

"I remember that during the entrance exam, this child's mental performance was excellent."

Caesar suddenly fell silent and did not respond to Mason's words.

Mason looked up at the screen of the crystal ball and noticed something strange about Caesar. He said in an almost joking tone: "Lord Caesar, back then, your mental strength assessment scores were also excellent. What I said is right.

"

Caesar frowned, but it was not because of Mason's rude tone, but because of Lancelot's mental strength rating, which made him understand something immediately.

This boy whose talent was taken away from him three years ago has regained his talent!

It also means that Gloria is still alive and well!

"Tucker Town, yes, that woman must be there!" Caesar shouted in his heart, feeling that the nightmare of the past had returned to reality.

After a long time, Caesar said: "Mason, do you know anything else about that boy?"

"Lancelot seems to be very close to Princess Lilith." Mason actually snickered after saying this, as if he said it deliberately to anger Caesar.

"What?!"

Just as Mason expected, Caesar asked loudly: "How does that guy know Lilith?"

Mason continued to add insult to injury: "Lord Caesar, everyone in the academy is discussing what kind of relationship they have. It seems that it is more than just friends."

"Damn it!" Caesar cursed. He would never have thought that Lilith actually had an extraordinary relationship with the descendant of the pagan, and that his uncle was the last person to know about it!

Who can bear this?!

"Hi~hoo~" Caesar took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, trying to stabilize his emotions.

Seeing Caesar's appearance, Mason wisely put away his smile.

"Mason, I want you to observe every move of this boy at all times and report to me immediately if there is anything special."

"Yes, Lord Caesar." Mason nodded solemnly.

"One more thing, you and I are not the only ones who know this." Caesar said in a commanding tone.

The reason why Mason dared to talk to Caesar in such a casual tone was that the two were close friends who had been friends for more than ten years, so they naturally understood what Caesar meant.

Someone from the academy has informed Caesar about Lancelot, and according to Mason's speculation, that person is probably one of Clayman and Harvey.

(End of chapter)