I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 197 People Trapped in the Carriage

Lancelot was stunned when he heard this question, as if he was suddenly hit hard by something in the chest. In his memory, he only mentioned this matter to Boru.

[Damn it, that nigger must have told Carol and Harvey everything.]

[Haha, I thought Boru would keep it a secret.]

Lancelot's eyes began to show a gloomy look. He hated being betrayed by someone he trusted.

If he meets a black man next time, Lancelot will definitely ask him why he did this.

"Lancelot?" Carol's voice brought the boy back to reality.

"Sorry, I was distracted just now." Lancelot curled his lips and said: "Lord Harvey, Bolu, you, Lilith, Lampard, Mrs. Pasha."

Carol nodded with satisfaction and then asked: "What else?"

"There are also Caesar, Leo and Bolton." Lancelot shrugged helplessly after finishing speaking.

"Is that all?"

Carol looked at Lancelot's face suspiciously, even though the boy had already said several names that she had not expected.

"Otherwise, how much more do you want?" Lancelot replied pretending to be impatient, making himself look more credible.

In fact, he hid two people, the bard Frank, whom he met by chance at Pasha's Tavern that night, and the blue-robed mage Gloria.

"Okay, I know."

Carol chose to believe what the boy said. She had to hurry up because Harvey could come in at any time, and there would be no consequences if he was discovered.

"The fourth question is, what's going on with your body?"

"Carol, I don't understand what you mean."

"No one goes from a skinny boy to a strong gladiator for no reason, and it happens overnight." Carol looked up and down Lancelot's strong upper body, and she knew that the other man was pretending to be stupid.

"Honestly, I don't know why this is happening."

Lancelot shook his head, showing a confused expression. Even if he was killed, he would not tell him about the dragon crystal.

"Really?" Carol's tone was more teasing: "Mrs. Pasha told me that when she took Lilith away that night, there was a bard named Frank in the hall besides you."

When Lancelot heard this, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, but his expression remained unchanged: "The guy was so scared that he cowered in the corner and shivered. There was no communication between me and him."

"Is that bard one of the people you are familiar with?"

"I don't know that guy, believe it or not."

Lancelot answered simply, not wanting to dwell on this issue any longer.

"Okay, last question, are you sure you can win the championship?"

"No."

Lancelot blurted out without thinking, and the speed of his answer surprised Carol.

The boy is not belittling himself. Since participating in the Black Thorn Competition, Lancelot has participated in a total of three duels.

The first battle against a giant lizard was carried away by the previous champion Eusebio;

In the second game against the night elf Rilla, she relied solely on oiling her soles to drain the opponent's energy;

The third six-man melee was also full of drama. In terms of strength alone, he was undoubtedly the last one.

According to the new rules of the Black Thorns Competition, there are a total of 14 places in the second round of the finals. Among them, the six with the highest points will advance directly, and the remaining seven winners will be decided based on the combat power and points given by the judges.

Today's melee was to compete for the final promotion spot. Lancelot, who successfully advanced, didn't know whether he should be happy or fearful.

You know, this is only the first round of the finals. In a sense, the six people participating in the melee are the six with the weakest combat effectiveness. You can imagine what kind of gods the opponents in the second round of finals are.

"Lancelot, I heard from Sir Harvey that all your opponents are dead today." Carol said in a praising tone: "You should be more confident in yourself. Sir Harvey once said to me that you are his

The most talented person I have ever met."

Lancelot smiled awkwardly. If Carol had seen the situation in the arena with her own eyes, she would have known that the boy was not being modest. If he fought to death, he would be on the same level as the gladiator Et who was instantly killed by Gullit when he first appeared.

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"Carol, I just hope that the loss will not be too ugly when the time comes."

Carol frowned when she heard this and said with a serious expression: "Lancelot, Sir Harvey should have told you the consequences of losing the game, right?"

"I will die, right?" Lancelot's tone was unusually calm, as if he was discussing a topic that had nothing to do with him.

Carol was obviously surprised by the boy's calmness: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Of course I'm afraid."

A helpless smile appeared on Lancelot's face. He paused and continued, "However, I have no ability to change the status quo. Whether it is entering the Wizarding Academy or coming to Blackthorn, this is not what I want."

Carol said nothing, waiting for Lancelot's next words.

"Everyone I have met so far is like a self-driving carriage composed of parts with different shapes." Lancelot looked indifferent and sighed: "And I am this car.

Passengers on the carriage are always trapped in the dark carriage. They can neither see the scenery outside the window clearly, nor know where they are or where they are going. It may lead to the palace, or it may drive into the abyss."

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After listening to Lancelot's words, Carol suddenly fell silent. She felt that she had a new understanding of the boy in front of her, and something seemed to be quietly touched in her heart.

"Carol, if there is nothing else, I will leave first." Seeing that the other party did not speak, Lancelot moved his body and stepped on the cold ground with his feet.

"Well, let's go." Carol, still thinking about what the boy just said, added lightly: "Remember to close the door."

Lancelot walked to the door of the medical room, looked back at Carol suspiciously, then opened the door and walked out.

"Bang!"

Carol heard the sound of the door closing, looked at the gray walls around her, and felt a deep sadness in her heart. She knew that this emotion would last for a long time.

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Lancelot walked down the cold and damp corridor. He had no intention of going to the second floor of the basement.

But he didn't think it was very noisy there. In fact, there were only a dozen gladiators left on the second floor, and most of the gladiators died in the arena. Now he just wanted to return to the castle and have a good sleep.

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The short rest in the medical room just now was just a drop in the bucket, but dealing with Carol's problems later consumed more energy.

He missed the soft big bed in the wizard college student apartment very much. If he could go back there, he would definitely be able to sleep for three days and three nights in a row.

"Alas, it seems there is no way to go back." Lancelot muttered to himself, already stepping on the stairs leading to the ground.

(End of chapter)