I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 132 Conversation between Mages

"Sorry to bother you." The boy said and turned around and walked down the mountain. He had to rush back to the Blackthorn Arena immediately to find Boru to tell him the shocking news.

The two guards looked at Lancelot's hurried away figure, looked at each other and put their swords back into their scabbards.

Lancelot ran all the way down the mountain, passed through the market at the foot of the mountain, and finally entered the Blackthorn Arena through a side door.

"Hoo, ho, ho."

The boy held his chest with his right hand, and the pain in his limbs became more intense. He staggered towards the stairs leading to the underground.

Lancelot came to the first underground floor and didn't meet anyone. He knew that most of the slaves were on the second floor, and today was a day off, so there was no competition.

"Ah, no, I can't hold it anymore." Lancelot leaned his back weakly against the cold and wet wall, his physical strength seemed to be exhausted faster than before.

The boy moved his feet with difficulty, and after half a minute of suffering, he finally came to a room where Boru had taken him for a talent test.

"Dong, dong dong." The boy stretched out his trembling right hand and knocked on the door.

"Squeak~!"

The wooden door opened in response, and the person who opened the door was none other than Carol.

"Who are you?" Carol looked up at Lancelot, confusion written on her face.

"Carol, I am Lancelot."

"Lancelot, the little boy who came here for the talent test the day before yesterday?" Carol took a few steps back warily and warned: "Do you think I am a fool? Please leave immediately!"

"Carol, please listen to my explanation."

However, before Lancelot could finish speaking, the other party had already slammed the door.

Lancelot suddenly bent down and put his hands on his knees. He could no longer support himself.

"Carol, please believe me." The boy stretched out his hand to push open the door, but lost consciousness in the next second and collapsed at the door of the medical room.

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Afternoon, Pasha Tavern.

"This is the best tavern in Blackthorn. You will not be disappointed, dear Lord Caesar." Harvey showed a decent smile, and Boru stood beside him.

"Then I'm welcome." Caesar nodded and walked into the door of Pasha's Tavern with his head held high.

"Lord Harvey, welcome to Pasha's Tavern!" Lampard and the two maids bowed deeply to the three of them. They had been waiting for a long time.

Caesar wore a set of black robes with a circle of dark red ribbons on the edge, and the black thorns coat of arms on his chest shone with a cold light.

"Lord Caesar, please sit down." The red-robed mage made a gesture of invitation.

Soon the three of them sat down at a square table in the center of the hall. Caesar glanced around and frowned slightly at the slightly crude decoration.

"Sir Harvey, this tavern doesn't look like a good place." Caesar's scarlet pupils looked directly at Harvey across from him, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

Red-robed mage Harvey didn't seem to be afraid of the other party at all. He smiled calmly and said: "Haha, the free land is not as rich as the Kingdom of Pislan. It is not easy to have such a place. Please don't be offended, Lord Caesar."

"What would you like to eat, sir?" Lampard stood aside and asked humbly.

Harvey was about to speak, but Caesar spoke first: "Boru, it's up to you to decide. A warrior is always higher than a magician. Am I right?"

The black man was stunned when he heard this. He glanced at Harvey, who nodded slowly in agreement.

"Lampard, let's just do the same as yesterday." Boru looked up and said to Lampard.

"A medium-rare steak, a brioche bun, and a bowl of pork soup." Lampard accurately read out the food Xavi ordered yesterday, and then asked: "Is there anything else you need?"

"Another piece of smoked bacon for Lord Caesar."

Boru suddenly thought of something and added another dish.

"Okay, three adults, please wait a moment."

When Harvey saw Lampard walking away, he tapped the table with his fingertips and said, "Lord Caesar, you should send someone to inform you in advance so that I can arrange a grand welcome ceremony for you."

The corner of Caesar's mouth raised slightly: "Harvey, you also know that I never like those exaggerated things, so I didn't bring any guards with me when I came to Blackthorn this time."

"Lord Caesar is indeed the most approachable prince I have ever seen, but with your strength, do you still need to be guarded?" The red-robed mage chuckled, took a drink of water from the water glass on the table, and continued: "Please forgive me, as a

Guardian of the Blackthorn, I would like to ask you what is the reason for your sudden visit this time?"

"Relax, Lord Harvey, this time I just came to the free land as a tourist, you don't need to worry about anything." Caesar said and glanced at Boru.

Boru swallowed, obviously not used to Caesar's gaze, those scarlet eyes were like a demon.

"Boru, I haven't heard from you for many years, maybe three years?"

Boru nodded, "Yes, Lord Caesar, since I was released from slavery, I have begun to travel far and wide."

"Please take your time." Lampard took a few plates of exquisite food from the dinner plate and put them on the dining table. Then he bowed deeply to the three of them and led the valet away.

The aroma of steak and broth immediately filled the air. Caesar cut off a small piece of steak with a knife and fork and brought it into his mouth. The tender beef melted in his mouth, and the dense and mellow taste made Caesar raise his eyebrows.

"This is really a rare delicacy. I take back what I said before." After Caesar finished speaking, he forked another piece of smoked bacon, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. The bacon tasted even better than the previous steak.

The three of them lowered their heads and started eating, maintaining absolute silence during the meal. It was very impolite to talk while eating.

Caesar put down his knife and fork, his mood became much happier, and he sighed with satisfaction: "Sir Harvey, I will stay in a certain tavern until the end of this season."

"Oh?" Harvey wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth with a napkin and said with a smile: "Lord Caesar, if you don't mind, you can stay in my castle for a while."

"Thank you for your kindness, but as I said before, I came to Blackthorn as a tourist this time, so I don't need any preferential treatment."

Harvey turned to look at the civilians passing by outside the door, and said in a calm tone: "The biggest regret in my life is that I was not able to witness the grace of gladiator combat. Lord Harvey, you and I are both magicians, so we should understand

How I feel."

"I am the owner of the Blackthorn Arena, and I am one of the lucky few." The red-robed mage chuckled, and his tone was a little more playful: "Lord Caesar, I heard that Leo and Bolton are officials of the Pislan Kingdom.

Is it true?"

Caesar frowned slightly when he heard this: "This is indeed the case. Where did you learn their names?"

(End of chapter)