I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 198 Ruila’s Gratitude

"Lancelot!"

Lancelot heard a familiar voice, turned around and saw that it was Eusebio.

Eusebio walked up to the boy and immediately gave him a warm hug. He said excitedly: "Good boy, I heard that you killed all those guys. How fierce!"

"Well" Lancelot groaned, and there was a sharp pain from the wound on his shoulder.

"Oh, sorry Lancelot, I'm so excited."

Eusebio scratched his head sheepishly, his face full of joy.

"Eusebio, I feel like something is not quite right with you today." Lancelot said in a teasing tone.

Eusebio finally couldn't help laughing and patted the other party's shoulder hard: "Haha, I made a bet with those bastards. No one except me thinks you can win. Thanks to you, let

I made a huge profit."

"Oh? There is a casino nearby?" Lancelot was immediately interested. At present, he only knew that Pasha's Tavern was a bustling brothel.

"Yes, there are three casinos near the market, one of which is right next to Pasha's Tavern, the bakery."

"No way, that bakery is actually a casino?"

Lancelot had an expression of disbelief on his face. This news broke his good impression of the harmony and tranquility of the market.

"The market is not as simple as you think. The really interesting places are underground, underground casinos, underground brothels, underground weapons stores, and even underground morgues."

Eusebio suddenly put away the smile on his face, and his expression became more serious.

"Eusebio, what's wrong?" Lancelot asked concernedly, finding that the other person seemed to be a little confused with his arms crossed.

"Lancelot, I'm very happy that you entered the second round of the finals." Eusebio showed a sincere smile, paused and then said: "But you know, you are very likely to meet me in the next competition."

Lancelot's expression became serious, and he nodded: "Yes, I know."

"I won't show mercy, even if you are the gladiator that Lord Harvey likes."

Eusebio said as he rolled up his sleeves to expose his hard muscles, and at the same time pressed the joints of his fingers so that they crackled.

Lancelot knew that the other party was joking, so he smiled helplessly and said: "Eusebio, I have to go back and rest. See you in the arena then."

"Goodbye, Lancelot."

After the boy finished speaking, he turned and walked up the stairs, hearing Eusebio's fading footsteps behind him.

“I’m really sleepy”

Lancelot walked in the dark and wide tunnel, complaining to himself.

If a bed appeared in front of him at this moment, he would definitely jump on it and fall asleep.

Two minutes later, Lancelot walked out of the tunnel. The afternoon sun was still dazzling, and the hot breath in the air seemed to drain the moisture out of his body.

Lancelot lowered his head and walked with difficulty towards the castle on the mountain. This usually took less than ten minutes, but for Lancelot who was now extremely sleepy, it was simply too long to bear.

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"Depend on!"

Lancelot suddenly felt someone tap his injured right shoulder hard with his hand, and immediately let out a scream.

"Lancelot, are you okay?"

The boy looked back, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and asked: "Ruila, why are you here?"

Lancelot glanced up and down at the night elf. He had dark blue skin and a hot figure. His beautiful face showed a cute smile, and his whole person exuded youthful vitality.

"Shouldn't you go back?" Lancelot asked puzzledly, because Rila lost the game and there was no need to stay in the Blackthorn.

"There is Bloom's game today, so I bought a ticket." Rila stuck out her tongue playfully and said: "Lancelot, I'm here to express my gratitude to you. Bloom's death made me

Very excited, even though you didn't kill him yourself."

Lancelot immediately understood what the other party meant and showed a tired smile: "Broom told me the conflict between the high elves and you night elves. I am confused, why can't you coexist peacefully?"

"Coexisting peacefully with those arrogant bastards? That would be worse than killing me." Rilla waved her hands exaggeratedly, expressing strong dissatisfaction with Lancelot's question.

"Uh, okay." Lancelot shrugged helplessly and continued to ask: "Rilla, is there anything else? Because of the competition, I just want to go back and have a good rest."

Rilla seemed not to have heard Lancelot's words, but still said excitedly: "Lancelot, I didn't expect you to be so strong. You must have let me do that on purpose, right?"

Lancelot looked at the night elf's infatuated expression with a speechless face, thinking that this guy might have fallen in love with him.

"It's a pity, Rilla, that I was able to advance to the second round only because of good luck." Lancelot frowned, and this time he raised his tone: "I really have to go back to rest. If anything happens to us,

Let’s talk about it next time, okay?”

"Okay." Ruila blinked a little aggrievedly, with an expression like a child who had done something wrong.

Lancelot immediately turned around, he didn't want to continue talking nonsense with the night elves.

"Goodbye, Rayla."

The night elf looked at the boy's leaving figure with eyes filled with disappointment. She knew that she had come at the wrong time.

Ten minutes later, Lancelot finally climbed up the mountainside, and the gate of the castle came into view. The boy couldn't help but quicken his pace, completely ignoring the two guards standing at the door waving to him.

"What happened to this guy today?" the guard on the left asked his companion with a puzzled face.

"God knows what's going on with him."

The guard on the right looked at Lancelot's shaky back with strange eyes and responded speechlessly.

In the eyes of the two of them, Lancelot's behavior has always been abnormal.

"Ah, I'm finally home." Lancelot closed the door heavily and fell down on the narrow hard bed. At this moment, his whole body relaxed.

The boy tried to smell the clothes, but the unspeakable stench almost caused him to die on the spot.

"No, I have to go to the well to wash myself."

Lancelot squirmed hard on the bed. After trying several times, he finally gave up the idea. He was too sleepy.

Let’s talk about everything after waking up.

The boy's eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds. Once they closed, they never opened again.

Just like that, Lancelot, who was covered in filth, fell into a deep sleep.

"Squeak~!"

After an unknown amount of time, the basement door was opened, and the figure of the red-robed mage appeared at the door. He immediately covered his nose with his sleeves.

"This guy can still sleep." Harvey shook his head helplessly, his reason telling him that he must leave immediately.

The cramped space in the basement exuded a suffocating stench. Lancelot felt nothing while sleeping, and even showed a smile of satisfaction.

"Bang!" The door closed in response.

(End of chapter)