I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 19 Transferring Talents

Even so, the witch still couldn't bear the strong curse caused by drinking human blood. Whenever she drank a glass of blood, the living creatures in the Demonic Forest would randomly transform into a ferocious monster.

Therefore, these monsters that live in the magical forest are actually deformed products indirectly created by witches in the refining of their blood.

Although Caesar was still alive in the imperial capital thousands of miles away, she still used the forbidden spell to turn the entire Demonic Forest into an inviolable and absolute realm. The corresponding price was that she would never be able to leave.

The so-called witch who woke Lancelot up at night three days ago was nothing more than a magical beast that transformed into a human form.

The reason why the monsters in the forest did not harm the boy was not because of the rare bloody full moon above his head, but because they were bound by the witch's magic and could not control their bodies.

After a while, Lancelot's thoughts finally returned to reality. He looked at the witch's beautiful, slightly haggard face, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Lancelot's mood changed from initial panic, sadness, anger, to now gratitude. In just two hours, he experienced everything that happened in three years.

"Why are you doing this..." the boy asked, unaware that his voice had become extremely hoarse.

Gloria's tone returned to its previous gentleness: "I, this is atonement."

"But, even if I get my talent back, what can I do?" Lancelot said this and thought of the days he spent in the past three years. "You can obviously let me grow up like a normal person, but you can't let me grow up like a normal person."

Left me in a small town."

The witch looked at the boy's angry face quietly: "Lancelot, do you know why I want to see you tonight?"

Lancelot shook his head, this was exactly the question he wanted to figure out.

"I will transfer all my gifts to you."

"What?" An expression of disbelief suddenly appeared on Lancelot's face. He didn't expect that this was the purpose of Gloria calling him here.

"But, didn't you say before that it takes a long time to transfer talents?"

"That's true, but such rules don't apply to you."

Gloria's answer made Lancelot doubtful again. He knew nothing about magic.

The witch paused for a moment, then said: "Because your talent is too amazing, our power at that time was not able to absorb all of your talent alone, so we decided to divide your talent into six parts."

"The talents decomposed from you include luck, magic, physique, force, mental power and divine power. Except for the most powerful divine power, which can specify the target, the other five talents will be randomly assigned to the five of us."

"The talent I received was luck. Something strange happened soon. I found that the talent I originally possessed was also marked with your mark."

"Later, when I killed them to seize their talents, it was also confirmed. Their original talents have been assimilated by your talents." Gloria said with a hint of awe. She had read through it in the past ten years.

I couldn't find a reasonable explanation in various books.

"Because my talent does not include divine power, all the abilities I have now are actually based on your talent."

"In a sense, the talent now in my body essentially belongs to you, so I am convinced that transferring the talent will not have any negative impact on you."

Suddenly Gloria sighed, it was a relief for her to say these words.

Every night for three years, she would have the same dream, dreaming that she was back by the scorching fire again, watching helplessly as Caesar strangled the woman's neck but was helpless, and the boy was biting her with his blood-stained mouth.

Caesar's arm.

Every time at this time, she would see the boy staring straight at her, his eyes full of hatred, and the woman's body being thrown into the fire and burned to ashes...

She thought the only way to end it all was to tell the boy the truth and ask for his forgiveness.

"I have one last question." Lancelot had roughly understood what the witch meant. He turned his eyes to the lost crystal ball and asked: "After getting these talents, can I become stronger?

"

"Of course, my child." Gloria saw resentment and anger burning in the boy's eyes, and his whole body was trembling.

"Then can I kill Caesar?"

"I'm not sure..." The witch's voice became a little weak, "You have to understand that that bastard's own strength has reached the top of the wizard's pyramid. In addition, after gaining your divine power, after these three years,

I’m afraid it has reached an unattainable height.”

"That's it." The boy's tone was obviously disappointed. No wonder the witch would trap herself in this damp and cold castle at all costs.

"But I can guarantee that you will not be chased by Caesar, because the oath has been imprinted on his soul." Gloria comforted the boy: "As for how much your future strength can reach, all of this depends on

It’s up to you.”

The boy nodded vigorously, he couldn't wait any longer.

"Then, let's start now. Close your eyes." Gloria noticed the boy's impatience, smiled slightly, and began to chant a complicated and lengthy spell.

The witch's voice seemed to contain some kind of magic. The brisk and sweet syllables danced in the small attic, and the boy's mood also became calmer.

"Wait." Just when he was about to receive his talent, Lancelot hesitated.

"Huh?" The witch's spell was suddenly interrupted, and she was puzzled by the boy's reaction, because she felt that she had told the boy everything she needed to say.

"What will happen to you after you transfer your talent to me?"

Gloria felt a warm feeling in her heart when she heard this. What she didn't expect was that the boy would still worry about his own safety after learning the truth.

Although Gloria will lose all abilities by transferring her talent to Lancelot, it also means that she is no longer bound by the wizard's curse and can leave the castle where she has lived for three full years at any time.

However, there is a problem. Gloria, who has lost her ability, cannot continue to control the monsters surrounding the castle. It is obviously unrealistic to leave unharmed.

"I will lose all my talents, that's all." The witch's tone seemed very relaxed, and she did not tell Lancelot the truth.

"Okay." Lancelot dismissed his worries and closed his eyes again.

The sound of the witch chanting spells stopped at some point, and the attic returned to its previous tranquility.

(End of chapter)