I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 126 Frank the Bard

There was no fear in Leo's eyes. He looked into Bolton's eyes indifferently and said in a commanding tone: "Let go."

Bolton frowned, but when he looked directly at the other person, he obediently let go of his hand.

Leo, dressed in black, walked straight towards Lancelot. The people around him, including Bolton, held their breath and observed Leo's every move.

"What's your name?" Leo's tall figure stood in front of the boy and stretched out his right hand as he spoke.

Lancelot was a little confused by the other party's behavior, and the red light in his hands faded, but he still held the Black Thorn Spear tightly in his hands.

"Please forgive my companion's rude behavior, Lancelot, I will not hurt you." Leo showed a friendly smile.

"How do you know my name?"

Lancelot still looked at Leo with a vigilant expression, not daring to relax at all.

"Let's go, don't you think today is embarrassing enough?" Leo retracted his right hand, turned to Bolton behind him and said coldly.

Bolton shook his head unwillingly, but still walked to Leo, and gave the boy a vicious look when he passed Lancelot.

Soon, the two figures disappeared into the dark passage.

"Huh~" Lancelot wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Lancelot's tense nerves finally relaxed. One thing made him very depressed. Leo in this world was also so gloomy that it scared him.

Bolton turns into a madman, and Lilith's mother turns into a tavern madam. What kind of plot is this!

Lancelot even suspected that all this was specially arranged for him, otherwise how could there be so many faces with the same appearance.

Maybe all this is just a conspiracy, he is still in the continent of Cordia, but Boru took him to a kingdom he has never been to.

At this time, the surrounding nobles and prostitutes left the hall one after another. When they passed by Lilith and her daughter, they pretended to comfort them a few words, and then left without looking back.

The center of the hall was in a mess due to Bolton's troubles, with broken tables and chairs scattered everywhere, and the three strong men had fainted, and the scarlet blood on the ground stimulated Lancelot's nerves.

Lancelot turned to look at Mrs. Pasha and Lilith. Mrs. Pasha did not speak. She kept kissing her daughter's forehead. Her eyes looked at Lancelot with gratitude.

This scene of mother and daughter hugging each other and crying made him feel as if something had touched his heart, as if he had seen himself three years ago.

Lancelot nodded to Mrs. Pasha, then turned to the three fainted strong men to check on their situation.

"Fortunately, my breathing is stable." Lancelot was relieved. It seemed that Bolton was not perverted enough to kill them.

"Who are you?"

Lancelot stood up and scanned the surrounding scene, and found a blond man squatting in a corner of the hall, holding his head and trembling in fear.

Not far from his feet lay a brown lute.

Since the guy's back was turned to him, Lancelot couldn't see his face clearly.

"Finally, finally, is it over?" The blond man said hesitantly. After confirming that there was no danger around him, he turned to Lancelot.

"Frank?!" Lancelot shouted immediately, walked quickly to the blond man, grabbed his shoulders, and looked at the man's face carefully.

With blue pupils, a high bridge of nose, and the disdain inadvertently revealed at the corner of his mouth, Lancelot was 100% sure that this was Frank.

"You, what are you going to do!" The blond man pushed the boy away, lowered his head to straighten the messed up clothes, and asked in a panic.

"Lancelot, do you know him?" Mrs. Pasha said and walked up to Lancelot. Her red and swollen eyes did not seem to detract from her beauty.

"I know him, Frank is my friend!" Lancelot turned to explain to the woman, his tone seemed extremely excited.

"Mrs. Pasha, where is Lilith?!"

Before the woman could reply, Lancelot discovered that Lilith had disappeared, and his tone became even more excited.

"I asked Lilith to go back to her room to rest. Don't worry." Mrs. Pasha saw the worry in Lancelot's eyes and reached out her right hand to gently stroke the boy's cheek.

Lancelot actually calmed down immediately after being touched like this by a woman.

The blond man glanced at the unconscious strong man on the ground, gradually calmed down from the fear just now, and returned to his usual demeanor of a worldly master.

I saw Frank walking up to Lancelot and extending his right hand in a friendly manner: "My name is indeed Frank, but you must have mistaken the person. We have never met."

Lancelot looked at the familiar face in front of him and made sure that the other person's expression did not look like he was lying. He held Frank's hand hesitantly and nodded: "I'm sorry, my name is Lancelot. Please forgive me for my rudeness just now."

present."

Mrs. Pasha stood aside and said nothing.

"You're welcome, I'm a bard, Lancelot, and I admire your courage." A hint of appreciation flashed in Frank's eyes, and then he took out a piece of gray papyrus from his chest, and then took it out from nowhere.

A piece of sharpened coke.

Lancelot looked at the bard's actions curiously, and saw what the bard was writing on the papyrus with charcoal. Each stroke fell in a position that Lancelot did not expect, which was completely different from the common writing in the Cordia continent.

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At this time, the entire hall was extremely silent, with only the rustling sound of coke scratching the paper. Mrs. Pasha, who was silent on the side, spoke: "I'm sorry for the chaos in the tavern. Mr. Frank, please stay a few more nights.

It would be a great honor for Pasha Tavern!”

Frank ignored the woman, but lowered his head and concentrated on writing complicated words one after another.

When Lancelot heard what Mrs. Pasha said, he couldn't help but feel a little confused. This guy who looked exactly like Frank was just a bard, so there was nothing worth retaining.

Now that the matter has been resolved, Lancelot has already had the idea of ​​​​leaving, and he will never set foot in Pasha's Tavern again next time.

He knew very well that Lilith didn't know him at all in this world, except for Bolu who traveled through time with him. These familiar faces would only bring him a psychological burden.

Just as Lancelot turned around to leave, Mrs. Pasha pressed her palm on the boy's chest, indicating not to leave in a hurry.

Lancelot shrugged helplessly, turned his head and continued to watch the bard Frank writing his masterpiece.

"Huh! It's done." The bard took a long breath, looked at the piece of straw paper in his hand that had been filled with words, and nodded with satisfaction.

Mrs. Pasha looked at the paper in the other person's hand with joy, her face full of reverence.

Lancelot glanced at the words that looked like ghost drawings and was speechless.

(End of chapter)