I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 113 Follow

"Ha, Sir Harvey, please spare my life!" Lancelot immediately cried and knelt down, grabbing the red-robed mage's trouser legs with both hands, and howled like a pig.

The red-robed mage was pulled so hard by Lancelot that he almost stumbled into the iron door.

"You damn thing, let me go!"

"It's my lord." Lancelot looked up at the other party with pitiful eyes. He noticed that the flame on the red-robed mage's hand had disappeared.

"Hurry up and follow me, the battle will begin soon."

As he spoke, the red-robed mage took out a similarly rusty key from the left pocket of his clothes and inserted it into the keyhole in the center of the iron door. With a crisp "click" sound, the iron door was immediately opened.

[Fighting?] Lancelot said that he had no idea what was going on now, so he could only follow this master who looked so much like Harvey.

The long and narrow corridor was equally damp, with huge stone pillars supporting the greasy ceiling, and a dusty kerosene lamp on each pillar.

The two walked one behind the other under the dim light, then walked up a winding stone staircase to the upper floor.

Different from the empty cell where Lancelot was just now, the space on the upper floor was much more lively.

Most people were squatting on both sides of the aisle, while some slaves passed by the two men. When they saw the red-robed mage, they all saluted to show their respect.

Lancelot followed the red-robed mage fearfully. Because he was very thin, his front was completely obscured by the mage's figure, but the slaves squatting on the ground noticed the boy's presence.

They stared at the boy's back curiously. After all, most of the slaves here were adults, and their skin had become rough and dark due to torture.

Lancelot is obviously different. He has pale skin and strange silver hair. The boy is well-dressed and looks more like a young master from a noble family.

On the other side, Lancelot was also carefully looking at the slaves around him. They exposed their scarred upper bodies, revealing their strong muscles, and each of them had heavy shackles on their ankles.

They were leaning against the wall, taking the necessary rest for the next battle.

[There is no woman.] Lancelot noticed this detail, and the whole space was filled with the sour smell of sweat.

It took a full five minutes for the two of them to finally walk through the road that was crowded with slaves. At this time, they came to a staircase. The downward passage was undoubtedly the cell where Lancelot was just now.

Lancelot asked tentatively: "Lord Harvey, where are we going?"

"Shut up when I don't take the initiative to ask questions." The red-robed mage said, turning his head and glaring at the boy fiercely, and added: "If you lose this duel, I will chop off one of your hands.

Come down."

[Holy shit, this is something a human does?] Lancelot's heart beat wildly when he heard it. He couldn't understand that there was no connection between winning or losing the duel and chopping off his hand.

The red-robed mage chose another upward passage, and Lancelot had no choice but to continue to follow him.

After reaching the upper level, Lancelot was once again shocked by the sight in front of him.

Dozens of strong men with explosive muscles stood in a wide field. They were in groups of two, holding weapons in their hands and fighting fiercely with each other.

"drink!"

"kill!"

"Dry!"

The sound of steel colliding was mixed with roars, and Lancelot felt as if his eardrums were about to be shattered.

The red-robed mage walked directly to one of the pair of strong men. The two men immediately stopped what they were doing and nodded slightly towards their master.

"Hector, Eusebio, how are you preparing?"

"Everything goes well, Lord Harvey." One of the strong men with beards replied.

The red-robed mage nodded with satisfaction, pulled Lancelot to his side, and introduced to the two of them: "This kid is new, his name is Lancelot."

【This guy actually knows his own name.】

Lancelot was shocked when he heard this.

"Master, this kid seems to be underage?"

Another strong man without a beard asked doubtfully. The boy was only over 1.6 meters tall and was obviously not suitable to be a gladiator.

"Give this child to Bolu, he knows how to deal with it." The red-robed mage said coldly, then turned and left.

"Teacher Boru, is he here too?" Lancelot couldn't help but thought when he heard this familiar name.

Lancelot stood there at a loss, staring at the two sturdy men in front of him with fearful eyes.

"My name is Victor, come with me, young man."

The strong man with beards winked at his companion, then leaned over and grinned at Lancelot.

"Okay, okay."

In this way, the confused Lancelot followed Victor and left the roaring crowd. They walked through a quiet area and once again stepped onto the stairs leading to the upper floor.

At this time, Lancelot couldn't help but wonder how many floors this building had. Until now, he had not seen a trace of sunlight shining in.

They reached the upper floor, and Lancelot found that the corridor became much wider and the surroundings were unusually quiet.

Victor didn't speak during the whole journey. He just wanted to take Lancelot to Boru in the shortest possible time. If the training was delayed because of this, it would probably have unimaginable serious consequences.

The two continued to walk forward until a wooden door appeared on their right.

"Dong, dong dong." Victor knocked three times and pushed the door open.

The room was not big. There was an iron bed in the corner, covered with hay. Other than that, there was nothing else.

There is a small window on the wall, and golden sunlight shines in from the outside.

Lancelot looked inside the door curiously and saw a bald black man sitting on the bed, smiling at them.

"Hello, Victor."

Victor saluted: "Hello, Bolu."

"Lancelot, you are finally here." Boru stood up, his bare chest shining seductively in the sun.

Lancelot said nothing, as if he was worried about something.

"Master Harvey ordered you to send him here, right?"

"That's right, I'm leaving now." After speaking, Victor gently patted the boy's shoulder, closed the door and walked out.

Seeing Victor leave the room, Lancelot immediately asked: "Teacher Boru, is that you?"

"certainly."

Bolu grinned, showing his neat white teeth.

"What on earth is going on?!" Lancelot became very emotional. He quickly walked up to the black man and asked.

"I was obviously waiting for you in the fitness center, why did I suddenly come to this ghost place?"

Boru heard the anger in the boy's words and smiled calmly: "Lancelot, this is where I will take you. As long as you complete the trial, you can return to the Wizarding Academy."

(End of chapter)