I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 120 Start training! (Part 2)

"Lord Harvey."

"Has it started?" Harvey covered the sun with his palms and glanced at Lancelot not far away and asked.

"Well, so far so good."

Harvey nodded with satisfaction and then asked: "What is the result of the talent test?"

"It's just as you thought, Lord Harvey." Boru grinned.

"Very good, after this matter is over, you don't have to come back." Harvey looked meaningfully into Boru's eyes and said slowly: "Boru, this is your last mission, don't let me down.

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"But, Lord Harvey, I thought"

"Let Lancelot come to my mansion for training starting tomorrow. There are many people here and I don't want any accidents to happen."

Harvey interrupted Bolu's words, patted the dust on his red robe, and turned around to leave.

Boru bowed deeply to the back of the red-robed mage. He turned to look at where Lancelot was and found two more people beside him, and he frowned immediately.

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"Hey, boy, do you want to participate in the competition too?"

"What, what's the problem?" Lancelot heard someone calling him from behind, stopped what he was doing and turned around.

I saw Eusebio and Hector walking up to Lancelot and looking at the sweating boy with a playful look on their faces.

"This is not a child's game. If you don't want to die, it's still not too late to plead with Mr. Harvey."

"Please don't interrupt my training, thank you."

After Lancelot finished speaking, he looked at the two of them coldly, obviously not wanting to talk nonsense.

Eusebio and Hector were naked, with no weapons in their hands. They must have just arrived in the arena.

"Little bastard, do you know who you are talking to?" Hector's tone became a little unkind, and his beard trembled up and down as he spoke.

"It's okay, Hector, there is no need to be angry with a little brat. The moment before he dies, he will naturally think of my confession." Eusebio raised the corner of his mouth disdainfully: "Lancelot,

Where is your nigger teacher?”

After hearing this, Lancelot immediately clenched the spear in his hand, glared at the other party and said, "Please keep your mouth clean."

"What are you two doing here? Why don't you go to training!"

Boru's stern voice sounded in the ears of the three of them. Eusebio and Hector looked at Boru angrily, bowed slightly and left quickly.

"Teacher Bolu, what's going on with these two guys?"

Boru looked at the two tall figures with a hint of indifference in his eyes: "Lancelot, don't pay attention to them."

"The man named Eusebio killed Mokre. It is said that he has won the Blackthorn Arena for three consecutive years." Although Lancelot hated this arrogant guy, he had to admit that he

Strength, he continued to ask: "In that case, wouldn't he have three black thorn emblems? And why is he still Lord Harvey's slave now?"

"The reasons are very complicated, Lancelot, now is not the time for you to think about these things."

Boru said and glanced at Lancelot's trembling right hand, which was obviously caused by excessive exertion.

"By the way, Mr. Harvey asked me to take you to his mansion. That's the end of today's training."

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In the afternoon of the next day, waves of unique summer fragrance floated in the courtyard, and fallen leaves piled up on the corridor under the eaves, swirling in the warm summer wind.

Lancelot obeyed his master's order and left the arena and came to Harvey's residence.

This is a small castle located on the mountainside. The outermost low wall surrounds a bush full of flowers and plants.

Although the decoration inside the castle is not exquisite, it is still clean and tidy. Compared with the filthy three-story space under the arena, it can be described as a paradise on earth.

At the foot of the mountain is a lively market, and you can reach the Blackthorn Arena through the market.

Lancelot, who had had lunch, was currently wielding a spear and repeatedly practicing the combo that Boru had demonstrated in the arena.

It's just that his movements at this time were still very clumsy, and sometimes he would use too much force and the spear would fly out of his hand.

Although spears are more suitable for use in duels than long swords, it is not easy to master the skills of using them.

Lancelot once wanted to give up practicing with the spear, because he knew that his body was weak, and it was already very laborious just to lift the two-meter-long war spear, let alone brandish the spear to attack.

This proposal was rejected by Boru, who thought Lancelot's idea was ignorant and ridiculous.

Warriors who are proficient in using spears not only have excellent individual combat capabilities, but also have the strongest combat effectiveness in the ever-changing arena. Spears with a wide attack range and large killing area can exert their strongest combat effectiveness.

On the other hand, an ordinary long sword seems to be a bit unable to stand alone when facing a large number of enemies.

"If you really want to use a sword as a weapon, then the giant sword used by Eusebio will be a good choice." Boru looked at Lancelot with a half-smile and gave his suggestion.

"Forget it." Lancelot recalled the scene when he was possessed by Mokre. Although Eusebio held a giant sword weighing 150 kilograms in both hands, his speed was not slow.

He was still able to kill Mokre on the spot while he was naked and trying to escape.

Lancelot roughly estimated that the weight of the giant sword was equivalent to four of himself. Using it as a weapon was obviously a fantasy.

"Ha! Drink!" The boy repeated the three simple moves over and over again. Although his muscles were so sore that they were numb, he could not stop for a moment. This was Harvey's order.

Boru and Harvey were enjoying the shade under the shade of a tree. They sat opposite each other, with something like a chess set in front of them.

"You lost again, my friend." Harvey spread his hands and said, obviously in a good mood.

"After so many years, your chess skills are still so superb." Bolu flattered me just right.

Harvey shook his head and said nothing. He turned to look at Lancelot, who was waving a spear in the courtyard. His movements were clumsy and stiff, looking like a funny clown.

"Can this kid really do it?" Harvey's tone was hesitant.

Bolu grinned, showing his white teeth: "Sir, don't worry, everything is under control."

Not far away, Lancelot was so tired that he doubted his life. He couldn't help but slumped on the ground and gasped for air.

"Don't stop!" Boru shouted sternly, and the boy had no choice but to stand up and continue the training.

Boru was not worried that Lancelot would injure his body due to overload training. Harvey, who was sitting in front of him, was the most outstanding magician in the world and could easily heal the injuries caused by the boy during training.

(End of chapter)