I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 21 Return to the Orphanage

On the way back to Tucker Town, Lancelot walked very slowly, completely without the panic he felt when he first entered here.

The monsters in the forest remained the same as before and did not do anything to harm the boy.

Lancelot kept thinking about the scenes in the castle in his mind, and he began to try hard to recall his mother's face.

What made him a little embarrassed was that he seemed to have forgotten what she looked like, and in the end all he could think about was Gloria's sad face.

"Damn it!" Lancelot cursed, feeling extremely annoyed about this.

To be honest, as a time traveler, I shouldn't have deep feelings for people in this world.

Not only was Lancelot poor in his previous life, but he was even more miserable after time travel than before.

People who traveled through time would either have luxury cars, beauties and wine, or dominate the world with a smile, but he had been living in a sterile orphanage for three years.

And that damn system hasn’t been shipped yet!

"Damn, it's better to just die. Did you come here just to make me feel double the pain?" Lancelot thought desperately.

Complaints are complaints, Lancelot quickly calmed down. He must calmly analyze the current situation so that he can stay on the right path.

This is the continent of Cordia. Lancelot is located in a border town called Tucker in the southern part of the Kingdom of Candela. The level of civilization is roughly equivalent to the European Middle Ages.

But the biggest difference from the Middle Ages is that magic exists in this world, and wizards are no longer unknown people, but have a prominent status.

Lancelot was an avid fantasy lover in his previous life, and it was obviously more friendly to him to travel to such a world.

He began to recall the various fantasy time travel novels he had read, trying to find a feasible path.

Farming flow, infinite flow, wizard flow, arcane flow...

Lancelot quickly rejected these ideas one by one. He was neither a master of science nor did he have systems or chips.

After all, his golden finger is still too weak!

An evil god who talked nonsense in dreams and has never appeared since.

[No, I don’t seem to have such a thing as a golden finger at all.]

In addition to the talent that Gloria had just transferred to her, listening to the witch's description seemed very powerful.

But talent that has not been realized is useless, and he is still very weak now.

Lancelot looked at the eagerly looking monsters on both sides of the path, and a bad premonition began to well up in his heart.

[This...could it be a dark flow, and it seems to be in line with the setting of the abuser...]

Lancelot didn't dare to think any further. He thought it would be better to be optimistic.

At present, it seems that only Gloria is relatively trustworthy.

No matter what the reason is, after all, everything the witch does is just to give her talent back to herself.

His mother's death did break his heart, but since it had been so long, he could actually accept it.

But the witch is different. In order to save herself, Gloria did not hesitate to pay the price of giving up inheriting the throne. In order to help herself regain her talent, Gloria even killed her own sister with her own hands.

Now that Gloria is trapped in the castle, Lancelot can only quickly improve his strength and then rescue the witch.

After regaining his talent, Lancelot did not feel any special changes in his body.

Talent must undergo acquired training before it can be brought into play. Lancelot still understood this truth.

What troubles Lancelot now is that the probability of Gloria surviving is extremely slim.

Even if the monsters outside the castle cannot enter, who can guarantee that Caesar will not take this opportunity to send someone to kill Gloria.

After all, Gloria has become an ordinary person now and has no ability to protect herself.

The witch's face kept appearing in Lancelot's mind, although he didn't understand everything Gloria had done for him in the past three years.

Whatever the reason, he was grateful for it.

At the same time, Lancelot also felt very regretful that he finally met someone who really cared about him, but they were separated in the blink of an eye.

[These so-called wizards are just a bunch of despicable bastards, and I will make these guys pay the price.]

Lancelot's hatred for the wizard himself even exceeded his hatred for Caesar.

The fact that Gloria has fallen into this state is ultimately the result of those despicable guys.

Lancelot was just thinking wildly, and unknowingly he had reached the edge of the forest. The boy looked up at the crimson-red full moon in the night sky, and unconsciously quickened his pace, heading in the direction of the town.

Go.

He decided to return to the orphanage first and then make his next move.

——

"You son of a bitch, where did you die last night?"

As soon as Lancelot opened the door of the orphanage, he heard a harsh curse.

Dean Luther quickly walked up to the boy with his fat ass, grabbed Lancelot by the collar, and roared: "Next time I catch you sneaking out, I promise to break your dog."

leg!"

The bad breath that hit him made Lancelot frown, nodded vigorously and said: "Okay, Mr. Dean."

"Bah." Luther let go of his hand impatiently, and the boy suddenly took a few steps back, almost losing his balance and falling to the ground.

"You bitch, what are you doing standing here? Why don't you hurry up and prepare breakfast for me? I'm starving, damn it."

"Yes, I'll go right away." Lancelot agreed quickly and ran into the house quickly. The dean behind him was still cursing at Lancelot's back. This has become his daily habit.

One of the few things.

A thick layer of grease has solidified on the surface of the old dining table, and moldy bread is placed on the blackened tableware. This is Lancelot's breakfast.

The plate on Luther's left hand was filled with fresh bacon and cauliflower, with a bowl of steaming broth in the middle, and on his right was freshly baked buttered bread.

Lancelot and Luther sat face to face at the dining table. The two looked at each other and looked away awkwardly.

Luther closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and began to pray in a low voice. No one could understand what he was praying for.

After several seconds of insincere prayer, Luther opened his mouse-like gray eyes.

"Okay, let's eat."

The dean couldn't wait to fork a piece of bacon and stuff it into his mouth.

After experiencing a series of events last night, Lancelot now had no appetite. He watched silently as the fat humanoid pig lifted the plate and licked all the oil stains inside.

The dean, who finished the food like a storm, began to scan the greasy table, fearing that he had missed something edible. Finally, he locked his eyes on Lancelot's bowl, swallowed hard, and asked

Said: "Boy, aren't you hungry?"

Lancelot was speechless. He did not answer, but pushed his share in front of Luther.

The other party didn't mean to be polite at all. He reached out and grabbed the moldy bread and chewed it.

"Master Dean."

"Huh?" The dean tried hard to chew the piece of bread that was difficult to swallow, and he hesitated in his mouth.

Lancelot looked directly into the other person's eyes and said every word: "I'm leaving."

Luther was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, and the fat on his face trembled violently.

"Hahahahaha, you really know how to joke." Luther swallowed the last bite of bread and ordered: "Wash the dishes and the pile of dirty clothes in the tub in the backyard. Go to the town to buy two kilograms of pork on the weekend.

, I haven’t had pork pie in a long time.”

"Dean, I'm not joking with you." Lancelot looked serious and waited quietly for the fat pig's reply.

(End of chapter)