I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 140 A month’s harvest

Lancelot stopped when he said this. He felt that his throat was a little dry.

"Pa!" The red-robed mage snapped his fingers, and two glasses of wine exuding a rich aroma instantly appeared in front of them.

"Gu, Gu." Lancelot picked up the wine glass and took a sip, feeling much better immediately.

Harvey crossed his arms and said, "But you still haven't told me why you can't learn black magic."

"Because I am a magician, and magicians have no faith. Only by becoming a wizard or by believing in the god of wizards can one learn black magic. And due to the hostility of the first generation of wizards to magicians, magicians have been deprived of their qualifications to learn black magic."

"That's it." The red-robed mage nodded and continued: "Lancelot, there is room for discussion on the fact that magicians have no faith. What you mean is that the wizard academy only teaches black magic, and you can only learn white magic.

What?"

"Yes, that's it."

After Lancelot finished speaking, he drank the remaining wine in the glass.

Harvey nodded slowly and then fell into deep thought.

After a long time, the red-robed mage finally spoke and said to the boy: "Lancelot, I can teach you the so-called white magic, but after all this is over, you must promise me one thing."

"What's the matter?" Lancelot asked with some vigilance. He still understood this principle.

"We'll wait until you pass this test. Now you have to focus on training. After all, the help I can give you is limited." The red-robed mage stood up, turned around and walked out the door, while saying: "You concentrate during the day.

Training, I will teach you magic in the evening."

"Thank you, Lord Harvey." Lancelot agreed and watched Harvey's figure disappear outside the door.

Lancelot was not in a hurry to go back to the basement to rest. He sat at the table and began to think about the current situation.

Obviously, that guy Boru has betrayed himself. No, maybe Harvey knew from the beginning that Boru would take him to the continent of Sabian.

When Lancelot thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine. Boru, who looked honest and honest, turned out to be a scammer.

He has accepted the conditions proposed by Harvey, and it is indeed an unexpected surprise to be able to officially start learning magic in this ghost place.

However, training during the day and learning magic at night, although the physical exertion can heal Harvey, the mental fatigue cannot be eliminated.

"I want to become stronger." Lancelot read out these words one by one. Ever since he swallowed the dragon crystal and strengthened his body, Lancelot fell in love with the feeling of becoming stronger.

But now that the opportunity is right in front of him, how could he give up for such a ridiculous reason?

Lancelot has made up his mind to do his best to become stronger, so that when he returns to the continent of Cordia, he can directly rescue Gloria in the castle and no longer needs to stay in the damn wizard academy.

In this way, Lancelot started practicing for a whole month. During this period, many things happened that impressed him deeply, but the part that stimulated his nerves the most was the three-day duel in the Black Thorn Arena.

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At this time, Lancelot was sitting alone in the damp and cold basement. He put a pillow on his back to relieve the pain caused by the wooden board.

The boy blew out the candlestick. Since the room was located in the basement, it was impossible for moonlight to shine into the room, and the surrounding area suddenly fell into darkness.

【Is it finally my turn?】

Lancelot opened his eyes in the darkness and recalled every detail of this month.

Almost at dawn during the day, kind-hearted guards would knock on the door, fearing that Lancelot would sleep even a second longer.

Lancelot walked out of the room sleepily, went to the well to wash up in a hurry, then went to the kitchen to get five hard-boiled eggs from the big pot, and ate them while walking. This was his nutritious breakfast.

After arriving in the courtyard, after a short warm-up, Lancelot will pick up the spear and start the day's training.

Every five days, Bolu will teach him new moves. At present, Lancelot's spear skills have made some progress.

In addition to the basic triple combo that Bolu first taught the boy, he has already mastered four powerful moves.

Three consecutive stabs: stabbing three times in a very short period of time, with a powerful defense-breaking effect!

Gale Sweep: Use a powerful sweep in a very short time, with group damage effect!

Dragon Spreads Wings: Use all the strength of your body to slash from top to bottom, causing a fatal blow to the enemy!

Soul-Destroying Flash: Throw the spear at the target with all your strength, causing a fatal blow to the enemy at a distance!

These powerful-sounding names are actually more exaggerated, as the iron dummies in the courtyard can prove.

In addition to training during the day, every night after Boru left, Harvey would call Lancelot to the courtyard to start learning magic.

One thing that confused Lancelot was that Harvey's method of teaching him instant magic was exactly the same as Chris's method.

But this time Lancelot easily released the fireball technique, and was able to shoot as many as 10 in three seconds!

[What is the reason for the two completely opposite results?]

Lancelot was puzzled. Could it be because he was in a different world?

It must be said that Lancelot was filled with joy when he saw the fireball shot out from his palm like a machine gun.

In addition to fireball, Lancelot learned other instant magic such as ice cone, water waterfall, ball lightning, etc. in a very short period of time.

Harvey was also amazed by Lancelot's outstanding magical talent and fell in love with the boy even more, but he was still unkind during training.

Once Lancelot makes repeated mistakes while learning magic spells, the red-robed mage will give up curing him.

The unlucky Lancelot often endured the pain in his muscles and fell asleep. Such punishment also exercised the boy's willpower in disguise.

When Lancelot performs well and the red-robed mage shows no mercy to him, Harvey will take the boy to the Blackthorn Arena to watch an exciting duel.

Lancelot found that when he was sitting in the audience, he felt completely different from standing in the center of the arena. Shouting, roaring, swearing, and all kinds of vulgar words filled his ears. The boy originally thought he would hate this.

Surprisingly, he immediately integrated into the environment.

There was an indescribable sense of pleasure in shouting the gladiator's name along with the commoners and nobles, and frantically playing the rhythm at the critical moment of the battle.

The first duel that Lancelot watched, both sides were local slaves of Blackthorn, was not interesting, and it was settled in less than five minutes.

At first, the battle between the gladiators made Lancelot find it boring. Both sides would use the simplest and most effective attack methods, and sometimes there would even be situations where one side was instantly killed as soon as they came on stage.

However, after half a month, Lancelot's mentality of watching the fun completely disappeared.

(End of chapter)