I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 121 Pasha Tavern

Time passed by, and the setting sun poured down, dyeing the leaves in the castle golden yellow, and the shrill chirping of cicadas came and went. It was already approaching evening.

Lancelot was still repeating those three actions tirelessly, as if he might faint at any moment.

And Harvey and Boru have played countless games of chess. There is no doubt that the wise red-robed mage will always be the winner.

I saw Harvey lifting a chess piece and placing it gently on a certain position on the chessboard.

"I win again, Boru."

Boru scratched his bald head and smiled sheepishly as he looked at the chessboard. He was really not suitable for doing such a mentally demanding thing.

"It's time to have dinner." Harvey glanced at the setting sun and gestured to Boru: "Let that kid stop."

"Lancelot, today's training ends here!"

At this time, Lancelot was exhausted and so sleepy that he could hardly keep his eyelids open. Hearing Boru's cry, he finally put down the spear in his hand and walked towards the two men swaying left and right.

However, halfway through, Lancelot rolled his eyes, threw his head back and fainted on the ground.

"This child is very well-behaved. I like people who abide by the rules." Harvey came to the unconscious Lancelot and squatted down. He found that the boy's shirt was completely soaked with sweat and there were blood blisters on his palms.

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Boru didn't speak, and looked at Lancelot's unconscious face quietly, showing an expression of relief.

Harvey's face became serious, he stretched out his wide cuffs with both hands, pressed the boy's forehead with his left hand, and pressed the boy's heart with his right hand.

A ray of milky white light quickly swayed from Harvey's fingertips, instantly forming a translucent white shield that completely covered Lancelot's body.

About half a minute passed before Lancelot opened his eyes in a daze.

The boy found himself lying on the soft grass, with Harvey and Boru standing in front of him. He blinked and asked, "Well, did I faint just now?"

Boru stretched out his hand to pull Lancelot up and patted the boy on the shoulder.

"Thank you." Lancelot looked down at his hands and found that the ruptured blood bubbles had disappeared inexplicably, and his body seemed to be full of vitality without any discomfort.

Boru seemed to see the doubt in the boy's eyes. He smiled and explained: "Lancelot, in view of your good performance, Master Harvey decided to take you out for dinner. By the way, when you were unconscious, ha

Mr. Wei has eliminated the negative state of your body for you."

Lancelot suddenly understood and bowed to the red-robed mage: "Thank you, Lord Harvey. Where should we go next?"

Harvey smiled and said: "Pasha's Tavern at the foot of the mountain."

"Pasha Tavern?"

Lancelot suddenly felt that the name of this tavern was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

"What, what's the problem?"

"No, it's nothing."

In this way, Lancelot followed Boru and Harvey to the market at the foot of the mountain.

The market is actually an S-shaped street. Most of the buildings here are low-rise bungalows, made of fired red bricks and soil, with a dull reddish-brown surface.

The afterglow of the setting sun has been mostly obscured by the mountains in the distance, and the number of guests coming and going has gradually increased.

Harvey and Boru walked side by side, with Lancelot following closely behind. He found that everyone here would salute to show respect when seeing the red-robed mage, and would subconsciously keep a distance from the three of them.

Such a move is not only because of Harvey's noble status, the Blackthorn Arena attracts thousands of spectators every year, and these people come to the market to kill the rest of the time after the daily competition.

The market not only has a dazzling array of goods and a variety of mouth-watering foods, but there are also several good taverns that can provide food and shelter for guests coming and going.

And what Harvey and the three are going to today is the most popular one among them - Pasha Tavern.

After walking for about ten minutes, Lancelot noticed that more and more people were coming and going, and the air was filled with the smell of sweat and perfume.

"We're here."

Lancelot heard Harvey's voice and looked up. It was a low-rise house, which seemed a bit crude compared to the three-story buildings on both sides.

A shield-shaped signboard hangs at the door, with a blue rose in full bloom and a circle of golden rhombus-shaped squares surrounding the rose. These exquisite small squares are all made of high-purity gold.

There was a row of cursive characters written on the top of the signboard, which was also plated with gold. The boy guessed that this should be the name of the pub.

This made Lancelot feel a little strange. There was a sharp contrast between such an exquisite sign and this slightly simple house.

"Lord Harvey, are you sure this is here?" Lancelot looked at the two taverns on the left and right. There were many more guests coming in and out than the one in the middle.

"You'll find out later." Harvey smiled and pushed open the door of the tavern, and Boru and Lancelot followed and walked in.

"Oh, dear Mr. Harvey, welcome to Pasha's Tavern!" As soon as he entered the door, Lancelot heard a hoarse voice ringing in his ears.

He looked up and saw that the man had gray hair, a slight stoop, and an old face that was no different from the janitor of the Wizarding Academy.

Lancelot's eyes widened and he looked at the richly dressed man in front of him.

"Lampard, long time no see."

"Sir Harvey, it is my honor for you to come to Pasha. Who are these two?"

"They are my friends, Boru and Lancelot." Harvey introduced the two of them in a friendly manner, and at the same time handed a bright gold coin to Lampard's hand.

While Harvey was chatting with Lampard, Lancelot glanced at the situation in the pub: there were very few guests coming to dine, and nearly half of the seats were unoccupied.

He didn't understand why a man of such distinguished status as Harvey would choose to patronize such a mediocre pub.

In addition, the boy also noticed that the eyes of these guests drifted in one direction intentionally or unintentionally.

Only then did Lancelot notice two scantily clad maids standing outside the arch. They noticed the boy's eyes and seductive smiles on their lips.

"So, Sir Harvey, are you still following the same rules?" Lampard asked in a sincere tone.

"Well, give me a medium-rare steak, a butter bun, and a bowl of pork soup." Harvey turned to ask the two of them for their opinions: "What do you want to eat?"

Boru never had any requirements for food, so he grinned: "Sir Harvey, I just need to be the same as you."

"Me too." Lancelot also expressed the same meaning.

"Lampard, let's have three."

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Harvey." After saying this, Lampard turned and walked into the kitchen at the other end of the room.

The three of them sat down at a table against the wall. The candlesticks on the wall gave off dim light. Even so, they could clearly see the thick layer of oil stains on the wooden table.

(End of chapter)