I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 129 The Evil God Reappears

Lancelot's room was located in the basement of the castle. The space was not large and could barely accommodate an ordinary wooden bed and a well-made square table.

Although Harvey has a good impression of Lancelot, the boy is after all a slave without human rights and cannot be treated like a noble.

At this time, Lancelot was lying on the hard wooden bed, staring blankly at the mold-covered ceiling, and sighed slowly.

This couldn't help but remind him of the extremely comfortable apartment in the wizarding college. He missed the soft big bed and Frank's special kale bacon burger.

Thinking of Frank, Lancelot once again recalled what happened at Pasha's Tavern.

"That guy actually became a bard in this world?" Lancelot was very surprised by this. According to his impression of Frank, the most likely thing was that he was a professional pimp in the Pasha Tavern.

Having said that, how to use the so-called dragon crystal?

Lancelot turned over and reached out to take off the dark gray linen shirt hanging behind the door.

The boy took out the translucent purple crystal from his pocket and looked at it carefully at the candlelight on the table.

The surface of dragon crystal is filled with intoxicating magical light, and it looks more like a delicious hard candy.

Lancelot swallowed, and unexpectedly stuck out his tongue to lick the surface of the dragon crystal.

"Damn it, this thing is actually sweet!" Lancelot seemed to be possessed, and couldn't wait to throw the dragon crystal into his mouth and chew it.

The dragon crystal shattered in the boy's mouth, and the refreshing sweetness bloomed on the tip of his tongue. Lancelot took a satisfied breath and suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

Half a minute later, the dragon crystal completely melted in Lancelot's mouth, and the boy licked his lips with unsatisfied thoughts.

Lancelot didn't expect this dragon crystal to be so delicious. He even began to suspect that it was a candy with a weird color.

"I'll go, I'll eat this dragon crystal into my stomach, there won't be any problem, right?" Lancelot started to feel a little scared at this moment. If this is some kind of chronic poison, then it's over.

For a long time, Lancelot blew out the candles, lay on the bed and began to think wildly.

One second he felt his stomach was burning like a fire, and the next second it felt like he had been hit by a hailstone, causing a bone-chilling cramping pain.

Lancelot closed his eyes tightly and tossed and turned on the hard bed, sweating all over from the adverse reactions after taking the dragon crystal.

The night is getting darker, and the world outside the window is silent. The warm summer wind blows gently across the earth, and fireflies flutter among the grass. From time to time, travelers from far away ride horses and pass by the foot of the mountain, leaving behind a series of clicking sounds.

The boy felt extremely at ease, his whole body relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep before he knew it.

——

【Huh? What is this place?】

Lancelot woke up at some point. He opened his eyes but couldn't see anything clearly.

In other words, he was surrounded by complete darkness.

Lancelot held his breath and could vaguely hear the crisp sound of water droplets falling on the stone slab.

"Bata, bah."

The sound seemed to be getting closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer.

An inexplicable feeling of familiarity came over the boy's heart. He tried to reach out and grab it with his palm, but he did not touch any obstacles such as walls.

Just when Lancelot moved his feet and decided to move forward, he found that his shoes seemed to be stuck to the ground with a layer of strong glue, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not lift them.

"Hiss..."

[What is going on?] Lancelot began to panic and his breathing became heavier. This scene reminded him of the Saw series of movies he had seen in his previous life.

When the protagonist wakes up and opens his eyes, he has become the plaything of a perverted murderer.

It is often accompanied by severe pain in the brain and crushing despair.

Lancelot's consciousness was extremely clear. He was in a dark environment and could not miss any sound around him.

"Click, click!"

He heard the grinding sound of lighter gears.

"hiss……"

A small flame came into view.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

There was another series of muffled sounds.

An ancient hall began to appear in front of Lancelot's eyes. Two rows of blazing torches on the left and right were fixed on more than a dozen round stone pillars spaced two meters apart.

Lancelot looked down and saw thick red liquid beneath his feet, spreading straight ahead like a bloody carpet.

The end of the carpet is connected to a dark throne, and behind the throne is a dark yellow brick wall with various indescribable patterns painted on it.

[This looks like a venue for some evil ritual.]

Lancelot began to search around for the figure of the perverted murderer. Apart from him, there was no one else in the empty hall.

He cast his gaze straight ahead and re-examined the dark throne.

The surface of the throne was filled with a strange color, as if it was wrapped in an unknown liquid.

[I don’t know what will happen if I sit on it.]

"We meet again, Lancelot."

"Who?" Lancelot agreed subconsciously, and immediately reacted: "Who is talking?!"

"Haha, you are really forgetful."

The unfamiliar voice was low and hoarse, like a rickety old man whispering in his ear.

The boy felt terrified inside and subconsciously wanted to run away, but his feet were always firmly stuck to the ground.

【But why is this place so familiar? 】

Lancelot looked at the scene in the hall, and a strong sense of familiarity hit his brain.

[This is the temple in the dream, the place where the evil god named Casola exists. 】

"I remembered?"

Lancelot was shocked when he heard this.

【How does he know what I am thinking?】

"I am in your body, of course I know what you are thinking."

"Didn't you leave a long time ago? Why are you still in my body?"

"..."

Lancelot pondered for a moment and finally understood.

"You are my system grandpa, right? It's standard for time travellers. You know it." The boy grinned and his tense nerves immediately relaxed.

"I think you're not very bright, so shut up." The other person's tone was a little surprised.

[Haha, it’s just a broken system that has been missing for many years. How can you pretend to be such a big-tailed wolf when you are clearly living under someone else’s roof? 】

"Tell me, what is your dream?"

"I'm drunk. It's been four years and you're still struggling with this boring question?" Lancelot was speechless after hearing this, refusing to answer this boring question.

"Stop talking nonsense and please answer properly."

"Well, there's really nothing I can do about you." Lancelot shrugged and said, "My dream is to sleep until I wake up naturally, count money until my hands cramp, and then marry a fair and beautiful wife."

"..." The other party fell into silence after listening.

"I gave you four years to grow, but your dreams are still the same?"

"Otherwise, what do you think my dream should be, to conquer the world?"

(End of chapter)