I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 139 The magic of that world

"No, no, no, if Bolu is the only one who thinks so, I might not believe it. Mrs. Pasha has a very good opinion of you, but she forgot to tell you that she was my maid many years ago."

Lancelot shook his head and denied: "It's just because I saved Lilith, and it was just a fluke. If Bolton and Leo knew that I only knew space magic, they might have killed me on the spot."

"Luck is also a part of strength. The bard named Frank is willing to give you the priceless dragon crystal, which is enough to prove the problem." The red-robed mage's tone became serious and he looked at Lancelot's silver-white hair.

Said: "Lancelot, you have a big problem, that is, you lack self-confidence."

"Maybe." Lancelot himself admitted this and said with a wry smile: "Someone once told me that I have a unique talent in the world. I tried to learn magic, but it turns out that I am not the material."

"Let's talk about it in detail. Maybe I can find a solution." The red-robed mage said with a hint of doubt in his tone.

When Lancelot said this, he once again recalled what Gloria had said to him in the castle, as well as the days when he studied at the Wizarding Academy, which made him understand that life is full of ups and downs.

"No, Mr. Harvey, you won't understand." The boy shook his head helplessly, obviously not wanting to continue this topic.

"Lancelot, you should trust me. I set Boru free three years ago, and I can help you get out of trouble three years later."

The boy did not speak, but continued to fiddle with the gravel on the ground with his head lowered.

"Lancelot, it seems that those wizards really gave you a headache."

Lancelot nodded with deep understanding and said: "Oh, it's a pity that I don't have wizard blood, otherwise I wouldn't have ended up like this."

"." Harvey didn't answer, he was waiting for the boy to continue.

The leaves rustled, and Lancelot suddenly felt excited. He suddenly realized that he had let something slip, and said in a panic: "Wait a minute, Sir Harvey, how do you know about the wizard?"

The red-robed mage chuckled, very satisfied with Lancelot's reaction, "It's strange, Boru told me everything about you, so you don't have to hide anything from me."

When Lancelot heard this, his anger suddenly surged into his heart. He regarded Bolu as the only person he trusted. Unexpectedly, the nigger turned around and sold him out!

The boy even had the idea of ​​​​escaping here. He felt that he had been tricked by Bolu and deliberately brought himself to this backward and free place to accept physical and mental torture.

But Lancelot knew very well that he had nowhere to go and could only bite the bullet and continue playing this so-called death game.

Lancelot couldn't help sighing when he thought of this. Now he had to accept his fate and slowly said: "Lord Harvey, so what do you want to know from me?"

"I am a magician, and what I want to know is naturally about magic." The red-robed mage snapped his fingers, and a bright silver ball of light suddenly floated into the air, illuminating a small area around the two of them.

"Tell me everything about the magic of that world and the wizards."

Lancelot hesitated for a few seconds, and then asked in a tentative tone: "So, what benefits can I get?"

"As I said just now, I will solve the problem you most want to solve."

Harvey's meaning is obvious. As long as Lancelot tells him the information he wants, he can help the boy solve the problem of being unable to learn magic.

"Okay, I agree to your conditions." Lancelot nodded, then pointed to the castle on the left and said: "Lord Harvey, I think it would be better for us to go inside and talk."

Upon hearing this, the red-robed mage reached out and grabbed Lancelot's wrist. The boy subconsciously tried to break away, but found that the other man was surprisingly powerful, and then the world in front of him started to spin.

I don't know if it was my imagination, but when I opened my eyes, my eyes suddenly fell into darkness.

After being blind for about ten seconds, Lancelot regained his vision and found himself sitting in a small hall in the castle. Sitting opposite him was the red-robed mage Harvey.

The firelight illuminated the entire hall, and the murals on the wall had strange patterns. Lancelot seemed to have never been here, maybe it was a room on the top floor.

"Well, you can tell me now."

Lancelot looked at Harvey's serious face and felt a little panicked: "Well, I don't know where to start."

"Then let's talk about yourself first. Why can't you learn the fireball technique?"

"Boru should have told you that there were not only magicians in that world, but also wizards, and wizards regarded magicians as mortal enemies. This situation has lasted for more than two hundred years."

Lancelot paused after saying this, and then continued: "My identity is a magic apprentice. Due to some special reasons, I had to enter the wizard academy to study, but I did not expect that I would not be able to learn black magic.

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"Dark magic?"

"Yes, in the continent of Cordia, magic is divided into two types: black magic and white magic. This is what I learned in the wizard academy class."

When Harvey heard this, he immediately became interested. It seemed that Bolu had hidden a lot of things about that world from him. He continued to ask: "Lancelot, can you tell me the difference between the two in detail?

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Upon hearing this, Lancelot immediately began to recall what Teacher Chris had said in class, and his memory gradually became clearer.

"The first is white magic. It originally originated from the prayers chanted by priests in religious ceremonies. It is very effective in healing wounds and diseases. Masters who specialize in white magic can even achieve invulnerability and invulnerability to all poisons."

"But the disadvantage of white magic is that it is not very aggressive, and its defense and healing effects are far greater than its attack power, so it cannot cause fatal damage to powerful enemies."

When Lancelot said this, he glanced at the red-robed mage. He had a very strange feeling at this moment. Harvey was his teacher in the Wizarding Academy, but in another world, he was actually listening to his lectures.

"The other type is black magic. You can think of it as the opposite of white magic. It is far more lethal than defensive. This type of magic originally originated in the chaotic war years. It was once listed as being too powerful.

Forbidden magic." Lancelot's tone suddenly increased a bit, and he said in an excited tone: "After more than two hundred years of rule by wizards, black magic has spread to the entire continent of Cordia, and people are gradually being attracted by it.

I was impressed by its charm.”

"People in that world usually divide magic into these two categories, but there is actually no strict boundary between black magic and white magic. With the rise of wizards, the backward white magic has been gradually absorbed and replaced by black magic.

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(End of chapter)