I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 134 Stranger (Part 1)

Caesar's face was gloomy, he turned to look at Leo, and spoke in a commanding tone.

"I already know what happened last night. This is not Pislan. I hope you let that idiot Burton take care of your lower body. If it happens again, I swear I will cut off his thing and feed it to the dogs."

The black-robed mage didn't speak. He glanced at Bolton, who had passed out, and nodded silently.

"Leo, I have always regarded you as a smart person, but I hope you can exercise caution and not be too smart." Caesar leaned on his chair and looked at the black-robed mage with cold eyes.

The sweat of the black-robed mage slid down from his cheeks to his chin, and he tried to keep his tone calm: "Prince Caesar, Bolton and I didn't know that boy was a friend of Lord Harvey. We will definitely learn a lesson and never do it again next time.

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"Remember, you are here on a mission, not to cause trouble."

"As you command, Prince Caesar."

Caesar nodded with satisfaction after hearing this and gestured to the black-robed mage: "Sit down, I have other questions to ask you."

Leo immediately sat down, feeling a vague premonition in his heart.

"Tell me all about Harvey's new friends." Caesar said and snapped his fingers, and two copper wine glasses suddenly appeared on the bare table, each filled with half of dark red wine.

"Harvey's friend is a boy named Lancelot. He is very young, only about fifteen years old."

While recalling what happened in Pasha's Tavern last night, the black-robed mage replied: "According to the information I collected, this boy is a slave recently purchased by Lord Harvey. He is both a gladiator and a

Magician."

"Magician?" Caesar's hand holding the wine glass stopped in mid-air, a little surprised by this answer.

In the continent of Sabian, the status of magicians is not low. Although they are not as good as knights and sages, they are still respected by everyone.

"Are you sure that boy is a slave? Or are you sure that slave can do magic?" Caesar asked doubtfully.

What exactly did a magician go through to become a slave in the Blackthorn Arena?

Magician is also one of the freest professions in the entire continent. Many lords are willing to spend hundreds of gold coins to recruit a magician to serve their territory.

Moreover, if it is true as Leo said, that boy is only 15 years old and is definitely a person with extremely high magical talent. Only a fool would believe that such a genius would willingly become a prisoner.

"Yes, I personally saw him use space magic to take out a silver weapon, but I highly doubt his fighting ability. After all, this guy named Lancelot is only over 1.6 meters tall and is very thin."

"Haha, is this the rumored Black Thorn? Harvey is so bold, he actually dares to treat the magician as a gladiatorial slave."

Caesar's words were mixed with ridicule and anger. The people of Sebion continent only respected and feared the magician, but this attitude did not seem to be recognized by the people of the free land, especially Blackthorn.

The Blackthorn Arena has existed for hundreds of years and is the most popular competitive event in the entire continent. Its popularity even surpasses the quadrennial Magician Conference.

As a prince from the Kingdom of Pislan, the purpose of Caesar's trip is of course not just to witness the elegance of the Blackthorn Arena. He is waiting for the right time, and Leo and Bolton are his most powerful men.

"Why would Harvey be interested in an ordinary little boy?" Caesar drank all the red wine in the glass, then put the glass back on the table, only to see half a cup of red liquid appear out of thin air at the bottom of the glass.

Everything was seen by Leo.

"The reason is not yet clear, but I will try to find out as soon as possible."

The black-robed mage also raised his wine glass and took a sip of the red wine in the glass.

"Leo, you have to remember that neither Harvey nor his young friend is our target."

"Your Highness, what do you mean..." Leo was a little confused and didn't know Caesar's true intention.

"This matter can be put on hold for now. The most important thing now is to find a way for Bolton to successfully enter the finals of the Black Thorn Competition."

"Okay sir, I understand."

Caesar's scarlet eyes stared at the black-robed mage and ordered: "Wake up that idiot Bolton now."

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"Lancelot returned to the castle with me last night. Where will that guy go?" The red-robed mage was standing in the castle hall and asked Boru, who also looked anxious.

"I just checked his room and there was nothing abnormal." Boru shook his head helplessly.

"Lord Harvey, a strange man came out of the castle this morning." A guard at the door trotted up to the two of them and reported.

"Strange man? Is that Lancelot?"

Boru immediately stepped forward and grabbed the guard's shoulders and asked.

"Although that guy does call himself Lancelot, it can't be him." Although the guard was afraid that Boru would punch him in excitement, he still gave a negative answer.

"Tell me in detail." The red-robed mage said in a commanding tone.

"This strange man also has white hair, but his face and body shape are completely different from the little boy next to Mr. Harvey yesterday."

The guard paused after saying this, and continued to add: "Please believe me, Lord Harvey, that is definitely not Lancelot."

"If I find out that you are lying to me, I promise to make you die in pain." Harvey said coldly, and he and Boru hurried to the Blackthorn Arena.

Ten minutes later, the two walked into the Blackthorn Arena and walked down the stairs to the first floor. They decided to ask Carol about the situation first.

"Dong, dong dong."

"Please come in."

The red-robed mage and Boru walked into the medical room, and they immediately saw Carol in white.

"Master Harvey, you are finally here." Carol breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Harvey, pointed to the silver-haired man on the bed and said: "About an hour ago, this madman wanted to enter my room. He firmly claimed

He was Lancelot, and he actually fainted at the door."

Boru walked to the bed, looking down at the familiar yet unfamiliar face of the white-haired man. However, he was not sure that the man in front of him was Lancelot.

"Carol, please stay away for a while." The red-robed mage said to Carol, who nodded and walked out of the medical room.

At this time, Harvey walked to the bed, and he reached out and touched Lancelot's forehead.

Body temperature is normal.

After a few seconds, Harvey concentrated his attention and began to chant an obscure spell in a low voice. A golden ripple spread from the man's forehead to his whole body in an instant.

(End of chapter)