I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 176 Know yourself and the enemy (Part 1)

The red-robed mage snapped his fingers, and a beautiful pattern suddenly appeared on the red-brown table.

"This is a map of Freeland and surrounding countries. The Blackthorn is here." Harvey said and pointed to the center of the map with his finger, and then a flashing red dot lit up.

Lancelot immediately became energetic when he heard this. He looked at the map on the table carefully and found that Liberty was located in the southern part of the continent, and its area was not inferior to that of the surrounding countries.

The red-robed mage stood up and pointed to an area in the lower left corner of the free land.

"The Kingdom of Pislan, Leo and Bolton came to Blackthorn from here. Their true identities are the official officials of Pislan."

"Official official of the Kingdom of Pislan? Why did Blackthorn come all the way here?" Lancelot suddenly showed a surprised expression and couldn't help but question.

Harvey held his chin with his hand, thought for a few seconds and said: "According to my guess, these guys should have ideas about the Black Thorn Emblem."

"Aren't they magicians? The Black Thorn Crest shouldn't be a big improvement to them."

Lancelot shrugged, expressing his incomprehension.

"This speculation has not been confirmed yet. Lancelot, you probably thought so after reading the book "Weapons, Magic and Heraldry," right?"

"That's right, Lord Harvey."

"That book is a bit outdated now. Although the Black Thorn Crest has little effect on increasing magic power, it can greatly improve physical fitness. I once heard that the Kingdom of Pislan is conducting a human experiment to try to study how to improve physical fitness.

The method of the magician’s constitution.”

"Improve your physique? Isn't that just like a wizard?" Lancelot immediately thought of the master of another world and blurted out his inner thoughts.

"It can be understood that the black thorn emblem contains ancient spells and magic. Although the Kingdom of Pislan is rich in magicians, due to its extravagant atmosphere, there are only a handful of brave warriors."

Lancelot was accepting this new information in his mind, "Is there no one from the Pislan Kingdom participating in this Black Thorn Competition?"

"Yes, and you have already met." The red-robed mage sneered and gave Lancelot a meaningful look.

"Could it be that that contestant is Bolton?!"

Lancelot's eyes widened immediately, and he couldn't help but recall the look on Burton's face gritting his teeth at him that night in Pasha's Tavern.

Harvey nodded and confirmed the boy's guess.

"He also made it to the finals?"

"Yes, and we successfully entered the second round." The red-robed mage turned around and looked out the window, thinking thoughtfully.

"It's strange. According to the promotion rules, Bolton should be the same as me, with zero points."

"Caesar, the eldest prince of the Pislan Kingdom, personally asked me to let Bolton advance. Naturally, it is difficult to refuse."

Harvey sighed helplessly as he spoke, his voice becoming a little hoarse: "But I will only agree this time, and he will have no right to interfere in subsequent games."

The expression on Lancelot's face became even more surprised. It turned out that the man he saw in the arena that day was not his imagination. He didn't expect that in this world, Caesar was still a very important figure.

"Caesar, Leo, and Burton are all in the same group?" Lancelot thought for a few seconds and finally figured out the whole story.

"Well, forget about that for now, Lancelot. I'm sorry that I can't give you the privilege of advancing. If you want to enter the second round of the finals, you must win the next six-person melee."

Lancelot looked at the tall back of the red-robed mage and nodded in agreement: "Lord Harvey, I am mentally prepared."

"Psychological preparation?" Harvey turned around and looked at Lancelot coldly, as if he was a different person.

"Whether you are mentally prepared or not, you must win this competition."

The words of the red-robed mage made Lancelot's heart tighten, and it could be seen from the other man's eyes that this was not a joke.

"Sir Harvey, actually I have always wanted to know why you value me so much." Lancelot raised the doubt that had been bothering him for more than a month: "I am just a magic apprentice who can't even learn black magic.

It is even more different from Eusebio."

"A thousand and eighty thousand miles away, this metaphor is very vivid." Harvey raised his eyebrows, and Lancelot found that the other party's attention was actually focused on this.

"Please tell me the truth, Lord Harvey."

To be honest, Lancelot was a little speechless at the red-robed mage's reaction.

"The reason is simple, because Boru." Harvey put away his smile and said slowly: "Boru brings back a wizard academy student from that world every year. This year he chose you and promised me that this time

It will definitely succeed.”

Damn it, where did that guy get his confidence?

Lancelot quickly asked: "What will happen if it fails?"

"Then I can only express my regrets. Three years later, we will select new candidates from the next batch of freshmen admitted to the Wizarding Academy." The red-robed mage's tone was very calm, as if he was telling an ordinary thing.

Lancelot suppressed his inner excitement and asked the question he wanted to know most: "If I fail to advance to the second round of the finals, can I still return to the Wizarding Academy?"

"cannot."

The red-robed mage gave the answer without hesitation, and added: "Lancelot, you are too naive."

Lancelot's mood instantly hit rock bottom when he heard these words, but he had a new question: "Lord Harvey, then I must stay here?"

"In a sense, it is."

At this time, Harvey felt a little sleepy and couldn't help but yawned and said: "Now is not the time to discuss this issue. What you have to do is win this melee. Next, I will tell you the details of my opponent."

Lancelot nodded upon hearing this, walked to the wooden table with the red-robed mage, and continued to look at the map condensed by magic power.

"The melee will take place in the morning the day after tomorrow. You still have one day to study their information." The red-robed mage muttered a spell silently quickly, a white light flashed, and a stack of white paper appeared in his hand, which he immediately placed on the table.

"Is this their information?"

"That's right. You can watch this when you go back to your room at night. Just listen to what I have to say now."

Lancelot nodded, quickly recited a spell of space magic, and put the pile of information into the space crack.

"Of the five warriors you are going to fight, only one is from the Black Thorn." The red-robed mage looked at the map and said, and the red dot marking the location of the Black Thorn suddenly shone brightly.

"Your first opponent, Aite from the Blackthorn Arena, is good at double swords. He has the strength of a mid-level warrior and is a gladiator with rich combat experience."

(End of chapter)