I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 142 White Rat

Lancelot dragged his tired body and walked in the long corridor with swaying firelight.

At this time, he had finished training for the day and was ready to go out for some fresh air after dinner.

Lancelot sat alone next to the well, looking at the star-studded sky. The warm wind blew against the boy's cheek. The wooden bucket used to draw water fell aside. The well water moistened the soles of his feet, bringing a sense of pleasure.

of coolness.

Lancelot had finished washing, but he was in no hurry to return to the castle. Harvey canceled his magic study at night to give the boy plenty of sleep.

After all, tomorrow morning, Lancelot will step into the Blackthorn Arena as a gladiator and officially start his career as a gladiator.

Everything is unknown, and Lancelot is not confident about his own strength.

The scene of Mokre being killed instantly was still vivid in his mind, and the boy didn't feel that he could survive until the second round in the face of such a powerful opponent.

【What to do next?】

The most important question before Lancelot now is how to quickly improve his strength before participating in the Black Thorn Competition.

[That guy Frank, it would be great if he could give me two more dragon crystals. 】

Lancelot began to miss his not-so-serious yellow-haired roommate. Since the last chance encounter at the Pasha Tavern, Frank had left the Blackthorn and traveled elsewhere.

Lancelot leaned his back against the tree trunk and sighed.

【Oh, life is so unpredictable.】

Apart from dragon crystal, Lancelot seemed to be unable to think of any other way to quickly improve his strength.

As a time traveler without plug-ins, you can only rely on yourself for everything.

How sad is this?

"Lancelot, if you don't go back and have a good rest to prepare for tomorrow's game, why are you sitting here?"

A familiar voice came to my ears.

Lancelot looked up and saw Harvey's tall figure walking towards him. The red mage's robe was a little black in the night.

"Master Harvey, how did you know I was here?"

The boy immediately sat up straight and was about to stand up.

Upon seeing this, Harvey waved his hand to signal Lancelot not to get up.

"There's no need to be so formal."

The red-robed mage walked over to the boy and sat down, with only thirty centimeters between them.

Seeing Harvey say this, Lancelot continued to lean his head back against the rough tree trunk.

"I just came back from the arena, and I was going to talk to you about the competition. I didn't see you in the basement, so I guessed that you might be here."

"Well, yes."

Lancelot nodded.

"You have made great progress this month and I am very satisfied."

"Thank you, Mr. Harvey. Without your patient guidance, I wouldn't have had such a big breakthrough."

"Never underestimate yourself. You are a very talented child. I just gave you a push."

There was a trace of displeasure in Harvey's tone: "You are still so young, you should be more passionate and confident."

"Master Harvey, I understand."

Lancelot felt a warmth in his heart when he heard the red-robed mage's comfort.

He knew that Harvey was sincerely cheering for him. After all, a powerful lord like him had no need to be polite to a slave.

"Tomorrow you will enter the official gladiator list. According to the regulations, you can only live in the Blackthorn Arena during the competition. The study of magic cannot be continued and will have to be interrupted for a few days."

"It doesn't matter, I have learned a lot of new magic in this month, and it has been a lot of trouble for you, Sir Harvey." Lancelot expressed his gratitude to Harvey.

Lancelot is now not only able to cast instant magic skillfully, but also masters more than ten kinds of elementary magic. Harvey once commented that Lancelot's learning speed is ten times that of ordinary people!

"Lancelot, don't you have anything else to say to me?" The red-robed mage coughed slightly, and his tone became a little confused: "Tomorrow is your first gladiatorial battle, aren't you afraid at all?

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Lancelot smiled when he heard this, and his tone was firm:

"Of course I'm afraid, but it won't increase my probability of winning. On the contrary, it will only affect my performance. My strength itself is not outstanding."

Harvey smiled slightly after hearing Lancelot's words, walked to the boy and sat down, looked up at the stars in the sky and said: "Lancelot, you must have a lot of questions, right?"

Lancelot did not respond, quietly waiting for the red-robed mage's next words.

"Haven't you ever thought about why that guy Boru brought you to this world and made you my slave?"

"Sir Harvey, I have thought about this question, but I have never come up with a definite answer, so I simply don't think about it."

"Lancelot, you know that Boru is a teacher in that wizard academy, but every time a new student enters the school, he will bring one of the students to the Blackthorn Arena." Harvey's tone was calm and slow, like

It's reminiscing about something that happened a long time ago.

"What did you say?!" However, Lancelot's reaction was extremely fierce. The boy asked in a surprised tone: "You mean, that guy Bolu will bring a new student of the Wizarding Academy to you every three years?"

Come to this damn place?"

"Please pay attention to your wording, but it is indeed true." The red-robed mage nodded, affirming Lancelot's statement.

"But why did he do this?"

Lancelot asked, he really couldn't understand the use of bringing a new boy into this world.

You should bring some high-level wizards with extraordinary strength.

"Lancelot, I am just stating the facts to you. As for the reasons, this is not something you should know now."

Sure enough, as Lancelot thought, whenever such a critical moment comes, the red-robed mage is always tight-lipped and will not reveal the truly important information to himself.

"Let me guess, Boru has been away for three years and brought at least three freshmen from the Wizarding Academy to the Blackthorn Arena, and those guys before me are all dead." Lancelot said in a teasing tone.

Asked, actually his heart was as cold as ice.

"Smart, there were three wizard apprentices who came to the arena before you, and you are the fourth one." Harvey nodded, his tone became a little excited: "But, Lancelot, you have a relationship with the three guys before you.

Essential difference."

Lancelot was not only not happy after hearing this, but also felt extremely frightened after thinking about it.

I thought that I was the unlucky guy chosen by Boru, and that my identity was the protagonist of this death game. I had to meet various conditions to successfully pass the level and return to the original wizarding world.

It turns out that the protagonist of this death game has been changed three times. Frankly speaking, he is just a guinea pig for experiment.

"So, Mr. Harvey, when you tell me this now, do you want me to give up as soon as possible?"

(End of chapter)