I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 155 Opening Ceremony

The room is simply furnished, with a bed, a reddish-brown wooden table, and two armchairs.

Harvey sat on the armchair and turned to look at the two people who walked into the room.

"Lord Harvey." Lancelot and Eusebio greeted the red-robed mage in unison.

The red-robed mage nodded and stood up.

"Today is the first day of the finals. According to the schedule, you two should have games."

"Well, yes." Lancelot agreed.

Harvey bent down and pulled out the drawer, rummaged for a while, and then took out two pieces of gray-white paper and looked at them carefully.

Lancelot and Eusebio said nothing, watching quietly.

"Okay." The red-robed mage coughed lightly, walked up to the two of them and said, "This is your participation certificate. Take it and report to the arena. The opening ceremony of the competition will begin soon."

"Participation certificate?" Lancelot took the piece of paper, glanced at it and couldn't understand anything, and suddenly remembered that he couldn't read at all.

[It seems that dragon crystal can only improve physical fitness, but cannot change the fact that he is illiterate.]

Hearing this, Eusebio said to the boy angrily: "Lancelot, can you stop asking such boring questions all the time? You can only enter the finals with your participation certificate. This is the rule."

Lancelot nodded blankly and glanced at the certificate in his hand again.

【Although I don’t know why, I still do it.】

"Then Mr. Harvey, we will leave first."

Eusebio said and walked out of the door with Lancelot.

"Well, I wish you victory in the game." Harvey looked at the backs of the two and smiled.

——

At 8:30 in the morning, the Blackthorn Arena was bustling with excitement. The auditorium was already packed, and more than 50,000 spectators were full of expectations, making all kinds of whistles and screams.

The previous qualifiers were just a preparation. Only when we entered the finals of the Black Competition, did everything really become interesting.

The finals are always the most exciting and exciting part.

Lancelot was standing in the center of the arena at this moment, and Eusebio was not the only one beside him.

Twenty-five contestants lined up, each one fully armed and covered in hard armor from head to toe.

"Eusebio, are all these people here to participate in the finals?" Lancelot turned his head and asked in a low voice to Eusebio beside him.

"Nonsense, do you think it's just the two of us in the finals?"

Eusebio was dumbfounded by Lancelot's question.

To be honest, he was speechless about this newcomer. The boy often asked common sense questions, but Lancelot didn't seem like a fool.

"Hahaha, that's true." Lancelot smiled awkwardly. He looked around at the contestants, but the fear in his heart could not subside.

In fact, the reason why he took the initiative to talk to Eusebio was just to alleviate his inner fear.

Because at first glance, among these so-called gladiators, there are not many humans at all!

Night elves, draconians, dwarves, giants. Even a centaur!

[Is this still a duel? It’s obviously a cross-species fight]

Since Lancelot was reborn and traveled to a different world, he has never encountered an advanced race other than humans. He didn't expect to see enough of them in one go today.

The reason why Lancelot felt fear was not only because of the extremely confident aura displayed by these guys.

According to his understanding of the fantasy world, human beings have a huge inherent disadvantage in terms of combat capabilities compared to these strange guys.

[Haha, it seems that I am positioned as cannon fodder, how can I do this? 】

"well."

Lancelot looked dejected and let out a long sigh.

"Young man, don't sigh, what kind of man are you?" Eusebio snorted coldly and said these words in a disdainful tone.

Suddenly a breeze blew by, the sun had risen into the sky, and the surrounding temperature was also rising little by little.

The audience on the stage seemed impatient to wait, and some people had already begun to complain about why the finals hadn't started yet.

"Welcome to the Blackthorn Arena!"

A seductive female voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears. To Lancelot's shock, the more than 50,000 spectators almost immediately closed their mouths, and the noisy arena became strangely quiet.

Lancelot also straightened his back immediately. Originally, this mysterious female voice did not have much appeal to Lancelot, but it just made him feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

However, when Gloria's name popped into his mind, his mentality completely changed.

A series of questions also followed:

[Is Gloria in this world another person, or has she traveled through time like me? 】

【Is she the judge of the Blackthorn Competition? 】

[What is the relationship between Gloria and Harvey?]

[Where is she and how can I see her?]

【.】

Twenty-five contestants stood in a row. They had no weapons in their hands and looked forward with sharp eyes. They were able to enter the finals of the Black Thorn. Everyone's hands were stained with the blood of their enemies. Of course, Lancelot was an exception.

Suddenly, Lancelot saw the air not far ahead begin to tremble slightly, and a graceful figure appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.

Lancelot looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him in shock, and froze on the spot like a piece of wood.

Gloria's blue robe was in sharp contrast with the armor of the contestants. When she passed by Lancelot, a faint fragrance penetrated her nostrils.

The boy suddenly felt dizzy.

The sunlight above his head became more and more dazzling, and finally turned into a curtain of light that occupied his entire sight.

——

"Crack!" Golden sparks burst out from the burning pyre, and the two-meter-high flame made the surrounding air unbearably hot.

Six figures wearing mage robes stood in a circle outside the fire. Their faces were all hidden under black hoods, and their specific appearances could not be seen clearly.

Lancelot was now standing in the shadow of the trees beyond the reach of the fire. The scene in front of him was slightly different from the scene shown in Gloria's crystal ball that night.

The surrounding environment was filled with a layer of gray mist. At this moment, he could only vaguely see two figures, one tall and one short, staggering from the darkness to the fire.

【It’s my mother and me when I was a child.】

The mother's pleading, the boy's crazy biting, Gloria's dissuasion, and the violent Caesar.

Lancelot was all too familiar with this scene. He had more than once dreamed of the ritual of taking away his talent by the fire.

And he remembered very clearly that when he was in the Wizarding Academy half a year ago, he came to this world full of mist in his sleep.

[Can you time travel now while you are awake? 】

(End of chapter)