I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 137 Lost

"Puff, puff!" Following three muffled sounds, Lancelot felt a numbness in his right hand and took a step back under the huge impact.

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Lancelot gasped for air. He looked down at his trembling right hand, unable to imagine how powerful Boru's blow just now contained.

"How is it?" Boru had already inserted his spear into the ground, crossed his hands and looked at Lancelot.

Lancelot's expression became much more serious, he shook his right hand and said: "So strong."

"Lancelot, you still have one month to train. Seize this opportunity. With your current strength, you will be killed instantly if you enter the arena." Boru said, pointing to the shield in the opponent's hand: "Look at it.

Your shield."

Upon hearing this, Lancelot turned the shield over, and was surprised to find that there were three gaps on the surface of the shield.

This proves that Lancelot's idea just now is completely wrong. In fact, Boru did not just stab one shot, but three spears in a very short period of time, and the force was very fierce!

The three consecutive stabs were so fast that they could not be caught with the naked eye.

Lancelot scratched his head in shame. Ever since his physique changed, he was indeed a little too floaty.

"Remember, the trick to learning this move is to increase your hand speed. If you want to stab three shots in the shortest time, the explosive power of the spearman is tested. This move has an extremely significant effect on breaking defenses in battle.

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Lancelot nodded as if he understood, and patted his chest confidently: "I will definitely learn it."

Boru's meaning is very clear. This kind of three consecutive stabs relies on hand speed and explosive power. Other Lancelots may not be able to do it, but in terms of hand speed alone, relying on the fact that he was single for twenty-three years in his previous life, Lancelot's hand speed

It is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Very good, you can concentrate on practicing this new move for the rest of the time." Bolu clapped his hands, turned around and walked back to the shade of the tree.

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In the evening, inside the Pasha Tavern.

At this time, Lilith, mother and daughter, were sitting in a spacious and exquisite room. There was a soft and comfortable big bed against the wall, a finely crafted desk, and even the candlesticks on the wall were carved with elegant patterns.

pattern.

"Lilith, how many times have I told you that you are not allowed to enter the underground bar without my escort." Mrs. Pasha sat on the edge of the bed, holding a bowl of hot chicken soup in her hand.

Lilith was lying on the bed and responded weakly: "Mother, because I have never seen a bard before, I ran underground because I was too curious."

"Well, if Lancelot hadn't stood up, I really don't know what I would have done." Mrs. Pasha sighed, scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup, and blew it to the girl's mouth.

"No, I won't drink." Lilith looked pale and shook her head slowly.

"I'm going to invite Mr. Harvey later to show you what's going on. Why did you suddenly develop a fever despite everything going well?"

Lilith's eyes flashed brightly when she heard this, and she quickly asked: "Will Lancelot come too?"

"I don't know that." Mrs. Pasha reluctantly put the soup bowl on the table and gently stroked her daughter's pale golden hair.

"Mother, Lancelot saved me, but we didn't show any expression at all. This is a bit unjustifiable." Lilith blinked, with a hint of complaint in her tone.

Mrs. Pasha secretly laughed. She patted her daughter on the head and said dotingly: "Okay, Lilith, you can rest in peace and recuperate. I will invite Lancelot to the tavern, but first I have to invite Mr. Harvey."

I’m going to treat you, do you understand?”

"Okay, hehe." Lilith laughed happily.

Ever since Lancelot saved her last night, Lilith had developed a different kind of emotion towards this frail-looking boy.

Lilith's father died on the battlefield shortly after she was born. Due to the lack of her father's care since childhood, she could only depend on her mother. Pasha Tavern was her home, and all the men she could see came here.

The escort who vents his desires looks obscene and obscene.

The appearance of Lancelot allowed her to see for the first time what a normal boy should be like, brave and kind.

You know, there is no age limit in the Pasha Tavern. The aristocratic young masters who are similar to Lancelot are even crazier than those pot-bellied masters. They often call on three or four maids to engage in multi-person sports.

And the eyes of those noble young masters looking at Lilith were full of desire, as if they wanted to eat her alive.

"Mother, do you know where Lancelot comes from?" Lilith asked curiously.

"He is a friend of Mr. Harvey. At least he can be sure that this boy is not a slave. Perhaps he is the son of some noble lord." Mrs. Pasha answered while sorting out the books on the table and flipping through the thick account books by candlelight.

, start to settle this month’s income and expenses.

"Son of a nobleman." Lilith looked disappointed after hearing this, and her tone was much lower: "Mother, when can we leave here?"

"Lilith, what are you talking about? Pasha Tavern is our home. Is there anything wrong with having enough food and clothing here?"

The girl's eyes darkened. Of course she knew that Pasha's Tavern was not a place to eat. It was the only legal place in the Blackthorn Market.

Three years ago, young Lilith was sold to Blackthorn with Mrs. Pasha. Harvey took the woman as a maid because of her beauty. Pasha's Tavern was originally one of Harvey's many properties in Blackthorn.

As a pillow lover, Mrs. Pasha proposed the idea of ​​transforming the tavern into a place of romance.

Harvey admired the woman's excellent management skills, and after some thought, decided to hand over the management of the tavern to Mrs. Pasha, as long as he took 30% of the profits.

The generous Harvey also released Mrs. Pasha and her daughter Lilith from their slave status, making the mother and daughter legal citizens of the free land.

The fact that Pasha's Tavern has been able to operate to this point is naturally inseparable from Mrs. Pasha's mind. However, in the difficult early days, Mrs. Pasha's beautiful body played a vital role, and all of this was controlled by the young

Lilith saw it in her eyes.

Lilith bit her lower lip lightly, with a hint of complaint in her tone: "But, father, he definitely doesn't want you to do it all the time."

"Shut up!" Mrs. Pasha slammed the table and shouted loudly: "Lilith, never, never mention this to me again!"

Mrs. Pasha's expression was full of pain, her whole body was trembling slightly at this time, and big tears fell on the account book.

She closed the ledger hard, stood up, walked to the bed and bent down to kiss her daughter's forehead.

"Good night, Lilith." Before she finished speaking, Mrs. Pasha walked out of the room, and the door was slammed shut immediately.

(End of chapter)