I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 171 Shirley

"Lancelot, are you okay?"

Seeing that the other party's face was pale, Lilith asked with concern.

"No, it's okay." Lancelot replied weakly, gently rubbing his temples with his fingertips in an attempt to relieve the pain.

【No, I can’t think about this anymore.】

[No matter what era this is, it is not something that needs to be thought about right now. 】

[The first goal is to survive]

"Miss Lilith."

Lilith heard someone calling her, looked up and immediately smiled: "Shirley, what can I do for you?"

Only then did Lancelot find a young woman standing next to the dining table. Her beautiful appearance cheered him up instantly.

The woman was holding a bamboo basket in her hand, wearing a sky blue coarse cloth vest and a pair of black shorts. Her snow-white thighs lit up the hot night.

Lancelot's gaze continued upward, and he couldn't help but stay somewhere for a few seconds.

Shirley has a curvy figure, and her long light brown hair is scattered casually on her shoulders, with a few strands of hair falling on her fair shoulders, outlining several graceful arcs.

The woman's facial features are small and delicate, with a pair of light green eyes under the thick eyelashes, and her lips seem to be coated with lipstick, making her look particularly beautiful.

"Miss Lilith, I am leaving here now." The woman named Shirley showed a reluctant expression, and did not even see Lancelot's direct gaze.

Lilith's fair little face showed a trace of surprise and asked: "What's wrong? Is mother going to fire you?"

"Wait a moment, I'll go talk to mother."

After Lilith finished speaking, she was about to get up and walk to the basement.

"No, no, no, Miss Lilith, Mrs. Pasha has been very kind to me in the past few years, and I am very grateful to her." Shirley quickly shook her head and explained: "I have saved enough money and want to return to my hometown to live a stable life.

"

"That's it." Lilith nodded thoughtfully, and then said: "Shirley, it's so late now, are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Shirley looked embarrassed when she heard this, as if she had something to say that she couldn't say.

Seeing this, Lilith stopped asking any more questions. The girl caught a glimpse of the other person holding a bamboo basket in his hand. She could vaguely see that there were some bread and apples in it, which should have been left to eat on the road.

"Shirley, are you sure you don't need someone to see you off?" Lilith couldn't help but ask. After all, once she leaves the Blackthorn, she is leaving Harvey's protection.

If nothing else goes wrong, the cruel free wanderers will eat up the young and beautiful Shirley and then turn her into a tool to vent their desires.

"Don't worry, Miss Lilith, I have already called a carriage from the Free Land Alliance in advance, and it is waiting for me at the entrance to the north of the market." Shirley bowed gratefully to Lilith.

Even so, Lilith was still worried. She turned her head and stared at Lancelot opposite, as if she was hinting at something.

"Let's do this, Shirley, I'll take you to the gate of the market." Lancelot immediately understood what the girl meant, so he took the initiative to speak.

"Miss Lilith, who is this?" Shirley's reaction was a little surprised, and she asked Lilith with wide eyes.

"This is my friend, Lancelot."

Shirley showed a decent smile, bowed slightly and said: "Hello, Lancelot."

"Hello, Miss Shirley." Lancelot nodded, and then said: "I just want to go back, so I'll give you a ride by the way."

"this"

Shirley was holding a bamboo basket in both hands and walking slowly. Regardless of her background, she looked like a well-educated young lady.

The woman's expression seemed a little hesitant and she looked a little scared.

"Lancelot, thank you for the scrambled eggs with tomatoes." Lilith said, winking at the boy, and said apologetically: "I don't know where that guy Lampard has gone, so I have to trouble you to send him some snow."

Li, is that okay?"

"No problem." Lancelot agreed simply, then wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up.

Shirley was slightly surprised when she saw Lancelot's height of 1.85 meters. She originally wanted to refuse, but she couldn't help but feel excited when she saw Lancelot's strong body and acquiesced to the decision.

"Shirley, have you eaten enough for the journey? I'll ask the maid to go to the kitchen to get you two sandwiches."

"Miss Lilith, thank you for your kindness. In fact, we can reach our destination in less than a day's journey, so these things are more than enough."

Shirley smiled and shook her head. After speaking, she secretly glanced at Lancelot beside her, with a smile in her eyes.

"Lilith, I will take Shirley to the gate of the market first, and we will have dinner together next time when we are free." Lancelot looked at the girl's face and said, then he seemed to think of something and pointed to the rest on the table.

Crab: "Lilith, you can leave this crab to Mrs. Pasha, but you can't eat it, do you understand?"

"Hehe, I know." Lilith responded happily.

"Then let's go first and see Lilith again."

"Goodbye, Miss Lilith." Shirley bowed deeply to Lilith.

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Half a minute later, Lancelot followed Shirley out of the Pasha Tavern. Lilith stood at the door of the pub and watched the two of them leave.

The market at night is very lively, filled with the sounds of vendors and customers talking, and from time to time there will be heavily armed knights riding past.

The cool breeze gently blew over his face. The temperature of the black thorns after nightfall was much lower than during the day, and it even felt a bit autumnal. The pain that originally spread all over Lancelot's body seemed to have been relieved a lot.

Although he had eaten dinner, Lancelot was actually not full at all, and there was a feeling of hunger in his stomach from time to time.

There is no doubt that a crab and a glass of wine are not enough for a strong gladiator to fill his teeth.

[If I had known earlier, I would have asked Lampard to prepare dinner. What a shame.]

Lancelot couldn't help feeling resentful and glanced at Shirley beside him.

The girl noticed his gaze, touched her hair in a panic, and asked: "Lancelot, is there something on my head?"

"Ah, no, no."

Lancelot quickly denied it and changed the subject: "Why would a beautiful girl like you do such a job? You know, serving customers in the basement of Pasha's Tavern is not very decent."

Lancelot regretted the words as soon as he left his mouth. Isn't this obviously rubbing salt into other people's wounds?

This question has completely stretched my emotional intelligence.

However, Shirley didn't seem angry. Instead, she showed a helpless smile: "Lancelot, when I was sixteen years old, I fled to the Blackthorn to escape the war. I don't know any other skills, and I can't do heavy work."

Lancelot nodded without saying anything, silently waiting for the next step.

(End of chapter)