I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 127 Obtaining Dragon Crystal

[What the hell is this shit written about?]

"Lancelot, I have written down what happened in the tavern today in my travel diary. I believe your deeds will soon be spread across the continent of Sebion."

"Uh-huh, thank you." Lancelot forced a smile and said.

It was just a brave act of justice. Is it necessary to make such a fuss?

"Mrs. Pasha, can you please leave for a while?" Frank bowed to the woman and said, "I have something to say to Lancelot alone."

Mrs. Pasha smiled charmingly when she heard this: "Okay."

Frank sighed softly when he saw the woman's figure disappearing into the dark passage.

"Frank, what do you want to tell me?" Lancelot looked directly into the other person's eyes, not knowing what the young bard wanted to do.

"Lancelot, I admire your courage, but there is one thing I have to remind you." Frank's expression became serious, and he paused and continued: "You are a magician, right?"

"Well, that's right." Lancelot hesitated for a second and confirmed.

"Perhaps your strength can handle that barbarian Bolton, but his companion named Leo is the chief mage of the Pislan Kingdom. I'm sure they have their sights on you now."

"this"

Lancelot immediately panicked when he heard this. In fact, he was just a magic apprentice who only mastered space magic. This time he was undoubtedly in big trouble.

Frank noticed the other party's worry and softened his tone a bit: "Don't worry, since I told you this, there will be a solution."

Lancelot looked at the young blond man in front of him with suspicion, a disdainful smile on his face, a smile he was all too familiar with.

After the bard finished speaking, he put the remaining half of the charcoal into his pocket, then carefully folded the papyrus and put it into his chest.

Frank stretched out his hands, palms upward, and silently recited a long series of incantations.

[This guy actually knows magic?] Lancelot was surprised and took a step back unconsciously.

Frank's hands began to glow with a burst of golden light, which gradually condensed into a golden ball of light above his palm. After a few seconds, the golden light gradually faded, revealing a purple translucent crystal.

Lancelot's eyes widened. He discovered that the crystal was in the shape of a rhombus, about the length of an index finger, with layers of magical carvings constantly flowing on its surface.

"No, this is for you." Frank said and handed the purple crystal to Lancelot.

This lens that appeared out of thin air seemed to have an irresistible magic power. Lancelot slowly stretched out his right hand, and the next second the crystal fell into his palm.

A biting chill instantly hit his body, and Lancelot shivered immediately.

However, this feeling only lasted for a short second and then disappeared.

"What is this?" Lancelot stared directly at the crystal in his hand.

Frank was very satisfied with the boy's reaction and said two words lightly: "Dragon crystal."

Lancelot swallowed hard after hearing this. Dragons occupy a very high position in the fantasy world, and dragon crystal is an extremely rare magic material.

However, the boy was not sure whether the rhombus crystal in his hand was real dragon crystal or a stone named after it.

"This is the crystal core taken out from the body of the ancient dragon. Think of it as a reward for your courage." Frank raised a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth, patted Lancelot on the shoulder and turned towards the corner.

The bard walked to where he was just now, bent down to pick up the lute on the ground, and then passed by Lancelot, leaving a faint sentence: "Goodbye, Lancelot."

"Wait!" Lancelot called Frank, and the bard stopped and turned to look at the boy.

"Why did you give it to me? What's the use of this thing?" Lancelot asked, he didn't want to get into more trouble because of this thing in his hand.

"I said, this is the reward you deserve. Obviously, you are still a low-level magician. Only with this can you have the capital to fight against Leo." Frank looked at Lancelot in confusion meaningfully.

face, and continued: "As for the function of this dragon crystal, eat it and you will naturally get the answer."

"But."

"We will meet again." After saying this, the bard's figure disappeared into the darkness.

At this time, there were only four people left in the hall, except for the three strong men who were still unconscious. Lancelot stared blankly at the dragon crystal in his hand. He walked to a wine table and pointed the dragon crystal at it.

I looked at the candlelight carefully.

The surface of the crystal was overflowing with purple brilliance, and the carvings on the surface seemed to be naturally formed, and he saw a black spot in the center of the crystal that candlelight could not penetrate.

"Da, da da." There was a sound of footsteps in the passage, and Lancelot suddenly panicked.

It was too late to use space magic now, so he could only quickly put the dragon crystal into his pocket.

"Lord Harvey!"

I saw the red-robed mage walking into the hall from the dark passage. He glanced at the surroundings and smiled at Lancelot: "It seems that the training results are very good."

"No, sir, you misunderstood. The three of them were knocked unconscious by Bolton." Lancelot scratched his head in embarrassment and explained.

"Haha, Mrs. Pasha has already told me the matter. You did a good job."

Harvey walked up to Lancelot and patted his shoulder approvingly, then walked to and stopped between the three fainted strong men.

Lancelot looked at Harvey curiously, wondering what he was going to do next.

The red-robed mage stretched out his right hand and began to recite a spell silently in his mouth. After a few seconds, a milky white light appeared in the palm of his hand, then divided into three streams, and in an instant it penetrated into the bodies of the three strong men.

Lancelot walked up to one of the strong men and was surprised to find that the bloody wounds on the strong man's body were beginning to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In less than a minute, the shattered bones were miraculously reshaped, and the damaged skin became intact, leaving not even a trace of scar.

[The ability of this red-robed mage is too strong, and he is worthy of being called the strongest mage in the free land.]"

"Hmm"

"Well"

"ah"

The three strong men woke up one after another screaming in pain, looked around blankly, found the blood that had coagulated on the ground, and then stared at their intact bodies in disbelief.

When they saw the red-robed mage standing in the middle, they immediately understood what was going on and quickly knelt on the ground and said a lot of praise.

"Thank you Mr. Harvey for saving your life!"

"Great Lord of the Black Thorn, I am willing to follow you forever!"

"."

Lancelot grabbed his sleeves with his hands. To be honest, this scene was really embarrassing.

Harvey ignored the three strong men kneeling on the ground and walked to the boy's side.

"Lancelot, it's time to go back."

The three strong men were still lying on the ground, raising their heads and watching the two figures disappear into the dark passage.

(End of chapter)