I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 12 Red Liquid

Lancelot followed the witch and walked in, and the door behind him closed automatically.

He curiously scanned the scene inside the castle. The interior was much more spacious than it looked from the outside. This was confirmed by the reception hall that was no less than 400 square meters and the ceiling that was six meters high.

There are surprisingly few decorations in the hall. There is only a simple rectangular dining table in the middle of the hall, plus two mahogany chairs, and there are no extra furnishings.

This was somewhat different from the scene expected by Lancelot. The wizard had a high social status. He originally thought that the wizard's castle would be as magnificent as a royal palace.

However, there was even a damp and cold atmosphere inside the castle, which reminded him of the leaky basement in the orphanage where he had lived for more than three years.

"Relax, Lancelot. Treat this as your home. There is no safer place than here."

"Master Witch, I don't have my own home..."

Lancelot is an orphan. He has never felt the warmth of home, so naturally he cannot understand the feeling of home.

The witch was stunned when she heard this, and then said in a soft tone: "Sit down."

Lancelot and the witch sat face to face at the simple dining table. In the center of the dining table stood a solitary candle that was about to burn out, giving off a faint light.

The witch always kept an elegant smile on her beautiful face, twirling her light chestnut curly hair with her fingers while looking at the boy tenderly.

Lancelot did not dare to look directly into the witch's eyes. He was still thinking about the hallucinations he had just had when he had a headache.

For a long period of time, there was no communication between the two. The boy didn't know what to do, so he could only sit in his seat obediently, staring at the thick layer of grease on the surface of the dining table in a daze.

"Lancelot, what's wrong with you again?" The witch finally broke the silence.

"No, it's nothing, it's just that the light here is too dark and I'm not used to it." Lancelot explained quickly, his eyes full of fear.

"Oh I got it."

Lancelot saw the witch's slender and white index finger tap lightly on the table, and a circular magic ripple spread quickly from the fingertip.

Lancelot noticed that the tabletop that had been swept by the halo immediately took on a new look, as if the original layer of grease was just his illusion.

However, the strange changes did not stop there. A scorching gust of wind blew from nowhere and swept the entire hall in an instant!

The strong burning sensation in the air forced Lancelot to close his eyes. When he opened them again, everything around him had changed drastically.

But in the blink of an eye, the old candlesticks on the wall lit up with golden flames, and a gorgeous crystal chandelier appeared out of thin air on the ceiling.

The chandelier exuded a dazzling light, and the surrounding area suddenly became much brighter.

Not only that, the walls of the hall seemed to have been repainted. Several exquisite oil paintings were hung in appropriate places. The bare floor was covered with brown carpets. Lancelot could clearly feel the softness under his feet.

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Lancelot swallowed hard. Although he had heard rumors about wizards more than once, when he saw magic with his own eyes, his heart was still filled with awe.

What's even more unbelievable is that the dining table is filled with fresh fruits and bread, and the candle that is about to burn out has disappeared, replaced by a beautiful candlestick.

Lancelot stared dumbfounded at the wonderful scene happening in front of him. He could not use words to describe the shock in his heart at this moment.

The witch caught a glimpse of the exaggerated expression on the boy's face and couldn't help feeling a little funny.

"What now?"

"It's much better now...Thank you." Lancelot's voice was trembling. The bright light did not make him feel relaxed. On the contrary, the fear was further deepened because of the terrifying power displayed by the witch.

"You should already know my identity. My name is Gloria. As you can see, I am a wizard."

"Yes, people in town have told me stories about you."

"Oh?" The witch blinked curiously: "Then what did they say?"

"Uh..." Lancelot smiled awkwardly and immediately closed his mouth.

"It doesn't matter, just say it boldly, I won't be angry."

Lancelot lowered his head and racked his brains to think of words of praise, "They said you are a great witch. Your castle was built near the town. This is the pride of the town. They also said..."

"Save it." The witch immediately interrupted the boy. She knew that the boy was lying. "If you are saying these things to please me, your acting skills are too poor."

"Did Rob teach you these words? Oh, I've long seen that that guy is not a good person." After speaking, Gloria tapped her nails on the table quickly, as if to express her dissatisfaction.

"My witch, I don't understand what you mean." Lancelot raised his head and asked doubtfully: "Are you referring to the mayor?"

The boy lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, then said: "If I remember correctly, the last time I saw him was five years ago."

"What? He doesn't live with you?" Gloria asked.

The boy showed a wry smile: "How is that possible? I live in an orphanage and I only encounter it by chance a few times when I go to the market to do shopping."

The witch frowned when she heard this and stopped what she was doing, as if she had realized something.

Gloria finally understood what was going on. Rob did not follow her orders to take good care of the boy, but left him to fend for himself in the orphanage.

The witch looked at Lancelot's thin face guiltily. If she didn't have to, she wouldn't have come back after so long.

There was a moment of silence...

Gloria tapped her fingers on the table, and a silver wine glass appeared out of thin air on the table, filled with red liquid.

Lancelot noticed that the witch's eyes became wild, as if the only thing left in her eyes was the wine glass.

If it weren't for the witch's very gentle attitude before, Lancelot would have almost thought that the person sitting in front of him was a thirsty monster.

The witch raised the wine glass - "Gu, Gu", there was a sound of swallowing liquid in the air, and Lancelot subconsciously licked his lips.

The witch drank the liquid in one gulp, sighed contentedly, and a blush appeared on her pretty face.

Lancelot seemed to have an illusion that the other party became younger after drinking the glass of red liquid.

"Master Witch, what are you drinking?"

"Blood." The witch took out a small bronze mirror from somewhere and admired her face.

"By the way, there's no need to be so reserved, just call me Gloria." Gloria added immediately.

【Blood……】

Lancelot suddenly woke up.

(End of chapter)