I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 13 Questioning

Combining what happened before, he found that everything was so weird - the bloody full moon in the night sky, the monster that allowed him to pass safely through the forest, and the hallucination caused by the headache just now.

The beautiful witch in front of him seemed not as gentle as she seemed. Lancelot couldn't sit still thinking about this.

On the eve of my sixteenth birthday, I risked being beaten to death by the dean to meet a witch in the hinterland of the Demonic Forest. It was so crazy!

No matter how you look at it, this decision is stupid in the extreme.

At this moment, Lancelot's fear was like ripples on the water, expanding at an uncontrollable speed.

"Damn it, could it be that this guy called me here?" Lancelot suddenly felt a chill when he thought of the cup of human blood.

After a while, the witch slowly put the mirror down. Even she was fascinated by this perfect face.

Gloria noticed that Lancelot had a strange look on his face. He was sitting on the chair with his head bowed and shivering. She asked curiously: "Lancelot, what are you doing this time?"

"It's nothing, I was just wondering...whose blood is it..." As soon as Lancelot said the words, he realized something was wrong and immediately closed his mouth.

Gloria smiled slightly, looked at the frightened boy, and joked: "It doesn't matter whose blood it is, the important thing is that it can make me young."

Lancelot forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"If you have the chance, I will let you try it yourself." The witch sighed regretfully, "It's a pity that it was the last cup just now."

Lancelot remained silent. He began to wonder whether the owner of the glass of blood might be an unlucky guy who had just turned sixteen like him.

"Female witch, can I go back?" Lancelot said guiltily, his whole body shaking even more violently.

Gloria frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about? We haven't started yet."

"Start with what?" Lancelot asked in a panic tone.

"You'll know later." Gloria chuckled, "But it's still some time before midnight, so we can have a good chat... about you."

"Okay, okay." Lancelot collapsed on the armchair as if resigned to his fate.

【Looks like there’s no way to leave tonight.】

Lancelot then thought about it, his life was hopeless, and death would just end it all in advance.

Gloria tapped the table with her fingertips, and the wine glass on the table disappeared.

"Lancelot, let me ask you, has Robert ever mentioned me to you?"

"No." Lancelot was very surprised by the witch's question. "I remember that I only talked to the mayor once, which was at the annual qualification test meeting."

"Oh? What did he say?"

"He told me I was a loser."

"That bastard!" Gloria's tone became angry. She knew that Rob didn't fulfill his promise, so she continued to ask, "How are you doing in the orphanage?"

"It's okay." Lancelot smiled bitterly. He didn't know why the other party asked these questions.

"For a sixteen-year-old boy, you are too thin and not tall." Gloria said with pity.

As soon as tonight passes, Lancelot will officially turn sixteen, which is the only criterion on the continent of Cordia for judging whether a human has reached adulthood.

But he was less than 1.6 meters tall, weighed only 40 kilograms, and his skin looked extremely pale due to lack of nutrition.

"The most important thing is that your physique is very poor." The witch's eyes were full of love, "Poor child, you have worked hard over the years, but don't worry, it's all over here."

"For me, living is the greatest gift." Lancelot said in a calm tone.

"Oh? You really think so?"

Lancelot seemed not to hear the witch's question and clenched his fists unconsciously.

Even though I say this, in my heart I have long hated this gloomy and bleak life.

More than once, he wanted to pick up the kitchen knife, stab the dean's belly full of fat, and then chop off the greasy head with a knife.

If it weren't for the obstruction of reason, he would have done this long ago.

He wished that the old man who was as dry as firewood would die as soon as possible. This thought became stronger every time Lancelot used the spittoon to catch the thick phlegm mixed with bad breath and the smell of tobacco that the old man spit out.

Not only that, the neglect and ridicule that Lancelot received in the small town was as common as eating and sleeping. Such days lasted for more than a thousand days.

"Lancelot, do you really think so?" Gloria asked again, expecting the boy to give a negative answer.

"My witch, is there anything wrong with thinking this way?" Lancelot pursed his lips and said, "A waste like me doesn't deserve a better life."

Gloria frowned when she heard this. She couldn't believe that a sixteen-year-old boy would say such desperate words.

"Lancelot, you disappoint me so much!"

The witch slammed the table, stood up suddenly, and looked at Lancelot with angry eyes.

Suddenly a strong wind blew in the hall, and the candles swayed crazily in the wind. Most of the candles in the hall were immediately blown out.

However, in stark contrast to Gloria's anger, was the indifference in Lancelot's eyes.

Lancelot was immersed in sorrow. The witch's words made him feel that the other party had broken through the disguise. If this situation continued, the other party might kill him at any time.

"What I said is all the truth. Even if you kill me, it won't change it."

"Shut up!" Gloria saw the stubbornness in Lancelot's eyes, and her heart seemed to be touched by something.

"If you were really a wizard, how could you drink human blood?"

"If you are really a wizard, why didn't you bring me here openly instead of asking me to sneak out?"

"Besides, I have never heard of wizards living in remote and uninhabited forests."

At this point, Lancelot thought that he would die anyway, so he might as well say everything he wanted to say.

Gloria was stunned, and after a moment she came to her senses. She smiled and sighed softly: "Lancelot, you seem to have some misunderstanding about me."

"If it was because of the glass of blood just now, I can apologize to you and give you a reasonable explanation."

"How do you want to explain?" Lancelot's tone became calmer, waiting for the witch's next words.

"That is indeed blood, but it is the blood of a guilty person." The witch paused after saying this, staring at Lancelot with complicated eyes and continued to explain: "This does not mean that I am a vampire.

Drink it for a reason, and you'll understand after midnight."

"I started doing this as early as three years ago." Gloria's rosy face glowed hazy under the candlelight.

"What?" Lancelot couldn't believe his ears.

[This guy actually drank human blood for five years? 】

"Is it because drinking human blood can make you younger?" Lancelot asked bravely.

(End of chapter)