I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 133 Angry

"A friend of mine met Burton last night, and there seemed to be a little conflict between them." Harvey picked up the water glass on the table and drank it in one gulp, speaking at a leisurely pace.

"Sir Harvey, those two guys won't do anything outrageous, I promise you."

The red-robed mage put down the water glass, nodded and said: "That's good. You also know that Black Thorn has its own rules. The free way is not feasible here."

Although Harvey's tone was friendly, it contained an obvious warning.

Caesar frowned slightly after hearing this, but he still nodded and said with a smile: "That's natural. We came from Pislan as guests, so it's natural to maintain basic etiquette."

"For what happened last night, I apologize to Mr. Harvey on behalf of Leo and Bolton. I will never let this happen next time."

[The Kingdom of Pislan is a large country located in the southwest of the Free Land. It has a powerful army and various rich resources, which is very different from the barren and chaotic Free Land. 】

[If you want to trace the origin of the Kingdom of Pislan, it is a quite long story. 】

[In ancient times, the Tully Empire frequently launched aggressive wars against surrounding small countries and city-states.]

[Many exiles whose homes were destroyed by Tully's army fled to the wild lands south of the Free Land and settled there. These war-torn people named their new homeland Pislan (Place of Peace).

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[After several generations of hard work, the wild land of Pislan was finally transformed into a rich new home.] [In order to resist the invasion of invaders again, the people of Pislan united and formed their own

With the army and state power, the Kingdom of Pislan was born.】

Caesar's identity is the eldest prince of the Pislan Kingdom, in other words, he is also the future king of the Pislan Kingdom.

However, in front of Harvey, he did not dare to speak out to protect his subordinates. The red-robed mage was just the lord of the Black Thorn. Naturally, a small viscount could not be compared with the prince.

However, what really makes Caesar fearful is Harvey's other identity - the owner of the Blackthorn Arena.

"Boru, will you participate in this black thorn fight?" Caesar asked, looking at the black man's face, obviously trying to change the subject.

"No, Lord Caesar, I have no contact with it anymore."

"Oh?" Caesar was startled for a moment and asked: "Boru, I heard that after you won the Black Thorn Championship for the first time, you became free and now you are the chief knight under Harvey. Is that true?

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"Yes, Lord Caesar."

"Then I have to ask you carefully about things that need to be paid attention to in the gladiatorial arena. You also know that there are several players from our Kingdom of Pislan participating in the Black Thorn Competition."

Boru scratched his bald head in embarrassment and replied: "Lord Caesar, this is indeed the case, but this is all in the past. I have no interest in the arena anymore."

"I understand." Caesar glanced at the food residue on the table and wiped the spilled soup on the table with a napkin.

"Then, let's stop here today, Lord Caesar."

"Please convey my most sincere respect to King Raul. In addition, please enjoy the Blackthorn Arena. During the competition, I will arrange special seats for distinguished guests like you."

The three of them waved goodbye after saying a few polite words. Harvey and Boru stood at the door of Pasha's Tavern, watching Caesar walk alone towards the other end of the market.

Of course, Harvey did not do this because he was worried that Caesar would encounter robbers. If there were any robbers who did not have the foresight, Caesar would undoubtedly cut him into pieces.

Until Caesar's figure disappeared from sight, the red-robed mage patted Bolu's shoulder beside him and said: "Let's go back to the castle first and see if Lancelot has trained well."

"As you command, Lord Harvey."

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There is an inconspicuous house at the end of the market, made of red fire bricks. There are several clothes drying racks made of bamboo poles on the roof, which are full of changes of clothes.

Caesar looked up at the colorful clothes with a look of disgust on his face, then walked to the house and knocked on the door.

Soon there was a sound of footsteps inside the house, and the door on the left was pushed open.

Leo's handsome face appeared behind the door. He bowed deeply to Caesar and made an invitation gesture: "Dear Prince Caesar, please come in."

Caesar snorted coldly and walked in with his head held high.

The interior decoration of the house is very simple. There is a solitary set of brown tables and chairs in the center of the hall, and a huge wardrobe is leaning against the corner. It is no better than a civilian residence.

"Sorry, Prince Caesar, this is the only residence that can meet your requirements." Leo said respectfully. He seemed to be a different person in front of Caesar, without any trace of his previous indifference.

"Haha, Leo, you are getting bolder and bolder." Caesar's deep voice sounded in the hall.

"Prince Caesar, I don't understand what you mean."

Leo suddenly panicked when he heard Caesar's words, and added cautiously: "This is a long way from the Blackthorn Arena, and Lord Harvey will not know your location."

"You know that's not what I mean." Caesar walked to the armchair and sat down. He suddenly slammed the table and said angrily: "Tell that bastard Burton to get out of here!"

Before he finished speaking, Bolton's figure walked out of the room. This man, who was usually as arrogant as a brown bear, actually acted like a little girl at this moment.

"Kai, Prince Caesar, are you calling me?" Bolton swallowed guiltily and looked at Caesar's back with trepidation.

Caesar did not answer, but his right hand instantly condensed a group of gray stones, and then the stones flew back at an unimaginable speed!

The stone hit Burton hard in the abdomen, and he knelt down on the ground clutching his stomach with a face full of pain.

The whole process took less than a second, and Harvey's eyelids twitched when he saw this scene.

A seemingly careless blow caused the thick-skinned Bolton to lose his ability to move instantly!

A thin line of cold sweat broke out on Leo's forehead. Although the earth magic used by Caesar just now does not have the burning and freezing effects of fireball and ice cone, it can cause maximum damage to the target.

After all, it is like a physical clod of soil hitting the body with real physical damage.

The black-robed mage knew what it meant to be able to release stones in such a short period of time. If the target of Caesar's attack just now was himself, the result would not change in any way.

[Is this the strength of a saint-level magician? 】

Leo was a little frightened at this moment. This was the first time he felt the strength gap with Prince Caesar up close.

Although Caesar is also wearing a black mage robe, there is a blood-red ribbon on the corner of his clothes, which is the symbol of a saint-level magician.

(End of chapter)