I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 138 Huge Fireball

It was getting late, and there were stars on the blue sky. It was a moonless night, and the temperature became a little cooler.

After Lancelot finished training, he had dinner with Harvey and Boru.

The dish is simple but delicious, peas, steak, cauliflower, and a piece of cheese.

When Lancelot was dining, his hands holding the knife and fork couldn't help but tremble. He was exhausted from the training during the day, but he still couldn't learn to stab three times in a row.

After dinner, Boru said goodbye to the boy and returned to the Blackthorn Arena. Black people did not live in the castle.

At this time, Lancelot was lying on the hard bed and muttered to himself: "I don't know what Sir Harvey asked me to do in the courtyard."

Just ten minutes ago, Harvey sent the maid to knock on Lancelot's door and told the boy to talk to him in the courtyard.

"Damn, this damn training is really torturous." The boy stretched, feeling sore all over his body.

He really wanted to fall down and have a good sleep, but reality did not allow it.

"It's time to see him." Lancelot got up with difficulty, opened the door and walked out.

The long and narrow corridor looked even darker under the candlelight, and the underground of the castle was quite damp, with an indescribable layer of black liquid seeping out of the walls.

When Lancelot walked up the stairs to the castle hall, the guard gestured to the boy and said expressionlessly: "Lord Harvey is waiting for you in the courtyard."

Lancelot nodded and walked towards the courtyard, his steps not fast due to exhaustion of physical strength.

The courtyard is deep and silent at night, with fireflies wandering in the half-meter-high bushes, and the gentle breeze blowing the black leaves, swaying like helpless ghosts.

Lancelot had already walked out of the house, but stopped under the eaves. The sight in front of him stunned him.

Harvey turned his back to the boy and stood in the center of the courtyard. His red robe was emitting a bright light, and his hands were completely submerged in the red light.

"Hoo!" With a sound, the light on the surface of Harvey's robe quickly gathered in his hands. The red-robed mage's palms were facing up, and two blazing flames floated in the air.

I saw Harvey slightly raising his palm, and two fireballs immediately floated to the top of his head, and combined into a larger fireball!

This scene amazed Lancelot, because in the next second Harvey's hands condensed two fireballs again, but this was not over yet, Harvey's hands began to condense new fireballs continuously.

"Four regiments, six regiments, eight regiments, ten regiments!" Lancelot silently counted the number of fireballs in his heart, and his eyes were filled with only the red light of burning flames.

Suddenly, the ten fireballs seemed to automatically lock onto the target, flying towards the fireball above their heads one after another and merging into one.

Lancelot discovered that the diameter of the fireball above his head was now close to one meter, and it actually illuminated the entire courtyard as bright as day!

The boy looked at the giant fireball like an artificial sun with a horrified look on his face, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Master Harvey, what are you doing?"

"Oh?" Harvey turned around when he heard Lancelot's voice, with a mysterious smile on his face.

Harvey suddenly raised his hands and waved forward, and the giant fireball hit Lancelot directly!

"Damn it, is this guy trying to kill me?!" Lancelot was shocked in his heart. The fireball continued to expand in front of his eyes, and the boy had no time to dodge at this moment.

"Spa-c!" In desperation, Lancelot had to repeat his old trick.

Since the magic barrier that trapped Lilith could be broken using space magic before, it should be possible to transfer this huge fireball to a different space.

However, before Lancelot could finish reciting the incantation, the fireball flew in front of him, radiating unbearable heat all over his body.

"What's going on?" Lancelot asked tremblingly. Just when the fireball was about to touch his head, he stopped strangely!

Lancelot was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, his body soaked with sweat. He found that the flames in his sight were shrinking at an incredible speed until they disappeared.

"It's too late, Lancelot." The red-robed mage smiled and walked up to the boy, extending his right hand to him in a friendly manner.

Lancelot's face turned pale, and then he was pulled up by Harvey.

"In the situation just now, the wisest thing to do is to use an ice shield to protect your whole body, and then use the water waterfall technique to disperse the fireball."

"Lord Harvey, do you think this is humorous? I almost died just now!" Lancelot roared uncharacteristically.

After so many things, the boy was very tired of the feeling that his destiny was in the hands of others.

"Relax, Lancelot, I just want to see your magic level, I don't really want to hurt you." Harvey gently patted the boy's shoulder to express his apology.

"Let me help you with treatment first, and then we can discuss this topic after you recover your strength." Harvey said as he stretched out his hands and put them on the boy's chest. The milky white magic power surged out, making it even more dazzling in the dark night.

Half a minute later, Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief. His body had returned to its best condition. He bowed deeply to Harvey: "Thank you."

The red-robed mage nodded and motioned for Lancelot to walk to the center of the courtyard with him.

"Use space magic to absorb fireballs? This idea is very interesting." The red-robed mage held his chin with his right hand, looked into the boy's eyes and said: "But you obviously haven't mastered the skills of instant space magic.

I will stupidly wait for you to finish reciting the spell before taking action."

"I know, Lord Harvey."

"Lancelot, I heard Mrs. Pasha mention that you can use magic. To be honest, this surprised me."

Harvey said and sat on the ground, and Lancelot followed suit.

"Lord Harvey, I am just a magic apprentice. Space magic is the only magic I have learned." Lancelot replied shamefully, lowering his head and fiddled with the gravel on the ground.

"In the continent of Sabian, magicians are an extremely rare profession. Only creatures chosen by God can touch the mysteries of magic."

Lancelot suddenly looked confused when he heard this: "Creature?"

"Magicians are not limited to humans, elves, dwarves, dragons, and even goblins can become magicians." Harvey answered the boy's confusion with a smile.

"Sorry, Sir Harvey, I don't know much about magic." Lancelot said, grabbing a handful of gravel, rubbing it in his palms, and feeling a slight tingling sensation in his palms.

"Lancelot, I admire you very much. That guy Bolu praised you to me a lot when he brought you to the Blackthorn. Sincerity is what I value most, which is why I let you go to the castle alone.

Internal training.”

Lancelot raised his head after hearing this, confirmed that the other party was not joking, and sighed softly: "Lord Harvey, I'm afraid you have misjudged the wrong person. I don't have any merits worth mentioning. As long as I go wherever I go,

Wherever there is trouble."

(End of chapter)