I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 117 Talent Test

Blackthorn Arena, in a room on the first underground floor.

"Lancelot?"

Lancelot opened his eyes in a daze, and what came into view was Bolu's dark face, which almost frightened him.

"Teacher Boru." Lancelot covered his head with his left hand, supported his body with his right hand and sat up: "What just happened?"

"You fainted." A familiar voice sounded in the boy's ear. Lancelot raised his head and found the red-robed mage Harvey walking in from the door.

Boru turned around and bowed deeply to the red-robed mage, saying respectfully: "Hello, respected Lord Harvey."

"Don't be so polite, my friend." Harvey showed a smile on his face and patted Boru's shoulder affectionately.

Lancelot saw two strong men following Harvey, the same Eusebio and Hector he had seen before.

Of course, from Mocre's perspective, Lancelot saw Eusebio's bravery. This guy had extremely terrifying power.

"How's it going? Do you feel better now?"

Harvey said, walking to the bedside and asking in a friendly tone.

"Okay, much better, thank you Mr. Harvey for your concern."

Lancelot still felt very awkward, but to be honest, Harvey looked even more handsome without his glasses. As a slave owner, his temper was already very good.

"Boru, I will leave this child to you for training. I need to see him in the arena in a month."

"What?!" Lancelot stared at Harvey in disbelief, and his tone became extremely shocked: "Lord Harvey, if I go to the arena like this, won't I die in vain?"

"We will all die. As a slave, dying in the arena is your greatest honor." Harvey said coldly.

[What bullshit logic?] Lancelot cursed, he didn’t believe in this. If he died, he would be dead. The audience would only treat the person who was killed as a waste, nothing more than a topic for after-dinner conversation.

He had never heard that such a cruel and bloody duel would give birth to any great heroes, but they were just a group of butchers who only knew how to kill.

However, a month later, Lancelot would completely change his mind.

"Boru, next you take Lancelot for a talent test." Harvey ordered Boru, then turned and walked out of the room.

"Talent test?" Lancelot suspected that he heard wrongly.

"Yes, if you want to become an excellent warrior, talent is essential." Boru grinned and waved to Lancelot: "Follow me."

Lancelot stepped on the hay-covered ground with his feet. Lowly slaves had no right to wear shoes.

The boy followed the black man. He felt his heart beating a little fast. This was not due to the expectation of a talent test.

Lancelot knew very well that he had already got the answer when he was in Tucker Town: poor physique, slow reaction, and his body was as stiff as an old man.

"We're here." Boru said, pointing to a room near the stairs.

"Dong, dong dong."

"Come in." A familiar female voice came from the door.

Boru pushed the door open and entered. Lancelot who was following behind saw the people in the room clearly and froze on the spot.

This place is completely different from other dark rooms. The walls are painted white, and there is a bed, several well-made tables and chairs, and a sink for treating filth.

The woman is tall, has long pale golden hair, a delicate and fair face, and is wearing a white coat.

"Carol?!" Lancelot pointed at the other person and shouted.

"How do you know my name?" The woman in white seemed surprised. She walked up to the boy and asked Bolu.

Boru bowed, with an apologetic smile on his dark face.

"I told him, dear Dr. Carol, please forgive him for his rudeness."

Carol glanced at Lancelot and said coldly, "Tell me what you want from me."

"Test this child's talent. This is Lord Harvey's order."

When Carol heard this, she frowned and looked at the boy from head to toe. She felt that Bolu was joking.

Lancelot is short in stature, has pale and delicate skin, and his thighs are not even as thick as Boru's arms. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is a complete martial arts waste.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course." Boru nodded and touched Lancelot's head: "Cooperate well with Dr. Carol. I will come back to you when it is over."

Boru said as he closed the door and walked out. Now only Carol and Lancelot were left in the room.

"Come on, kid, let me check your body." Carol pointed to an iron bed covered with white sheets and motioned for the boy to lie on it.

"OK."

Lancelot lay down on the bed, his back hurt by the iron net, but he still pretended to be nonchalant.

"Let's get started."

As soon as she finished speaking, Carol's hands began to glow with green light, and she was using magic to test Lancelot's body.

"it's over."

"So fast?" Lancelot asked in surprise. He felt that the whole process might take less than half a minute.

Carol smiled coldly and looked at the boy with playful eyes: "Want to know the result?"

Lancelot sat up straight and nodded slowly.

"Your talent is higher than anyone I've ever seen. To be honest, I'm surprised." Carol said as she walked to the sink and turned on the faucet. The refreshing water made her feel extremely comfortable.

"How is this possible?" Lancelot looked down at his hands, which were long and thin, like ten wooden sticks randomly spliced ​​together.

Such a result was indeed incredible to Lancelot. He was mentally prepared and did not expect such an answer.

"I don't need to lie to you. It seems that Lord Harvey's vision is correct. You are the new king of the Blackthorn Arena."

Lancelot was confused. He said goodbye to Carol in a hurry, and then walked out of the white room.

The boy walked quickly down the long and narrow corridor, heading towards the room where Boru had been.

Lancelot walked along the stairs to the second underground floor. The corridor here was still full of slaves, holding black bread in one hand and a bowl of white porridge in the other.

From the corner of his eye, the boy saw that there were very few rice grains inside, and these guys hadn't taken a shower for who knows how many days, giving off an extremely sour smell.

Lancelot held his breath and subconsciously quickened his pace.

"Ah!" The boy's leg was tripped by someone, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

"Hahahaha!" The strong men burst out laughing when they saw Lancelot making a fool of himself.

Lancelot got up from the ground in annoyance, not even daring to show an angry expression.

After all, receiving a heavy punch is much more painful than wrestling.

(End of chapter)