I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 211 Furious

At that time, with smoke and dust everywhere blocking his sight, even if Lancelot released the destructive magic he had mastered in the past few months, he would not be able to kill the troll Gurlitt with one blow.

There is only one possibility: Lancelot used space magic under the cover of smoke to take out the Black Thorn Spear, and was able to defeat the troll who was far more powerful than the boy in such a short period of time.

"Sorry, Sir Harvey, I didn't mean to use magic." Lancelot said with a guilty conscience.

"You did a good job. Why are you still following the rules when your life is gone?" The red-robed mage smiled and patted the boy's shoulder. He looked directly into Lancelot's blue eyes and continued: "And you successfully deceived him.

I am so proud of you, Lancelot."

Lancelot smiled happily when he heard this. Although his body has become stronger and taller after swallowing the dragon crystal, he is still just an orphan who has just turned sixteen. He can be praised by the red-robed mage.

It is undoubtedly a great encouragement.

"However, there is one thing I must warn you. Do not use the Black Thorn Spear unless absolutely necessary." The red-robed mage's expression became a little more serious: "This will bring you a lot of trouble. What happened last time should be

Taught you enough lessons.”

Lancelot nodded and responded: "Teacher Harvey, I know it well."

"Okay, you have a good rest these two days. The opponents in the second round of the finals will be more powerful, so you must be fully prepared." After speaking, the red-robed mage turned and walked towards the castle.

Lancelot looked at the back of the red-robed mage quietly. Of course he knew what the other person was referring to last time.

The prostitute named Shirley deceived herself to the end of the market. If Boru hadn't arrived in time to save her, she would have been torn into pieces by that bastard Caesar.

When he thought of Caesar, Lancelot became angry.

This guy was his mother-killing enemy in the wizarding world. Unexpectedly, he was still an out-and-out bastard in the continent of Sabion, just because he had offended Leo and Bolton.

Is this reasonable?

Of course it's unreasonable, but for a scum like Caesar, arranging these things is reasonable.

Lancelot shook his head and put aside these disappointing thoughts. He had just gained the ability to release his fighting spirit. He just wanted to enjoy the joy of this moment.

Caesar on the other side was not in such a good mood as Lancelot.

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The end of the market, evening.

Caesar was wearing a heavy black robe, and the vendors on both sides of the street were now turning a blind eye to his attire.

Then we walked to an inconspicuous house at the end of the market. It was built of red fire bricks and had several clothes drying racks made of bamboo poles on the roof, which were filled with changes of clothes.

Caesar looked up at the colorful clothes, stepped forward and knocked on the door hard.

"Bang! Bang!"

There was a rush of footsteps inside the house, the door on the left was pushed open, and Leo's handsome face appeared behind the door.

He bowed deeply to Caesar and made an invitation gesture: "Dear Prince Caesar, you are back."

"Yeah." Caesar nodded and walked into the house with his head held high.

Leo respectfully moved an armchair for Caesar to sit down, while he stood aside, without any of his usual vigor.

"Leo, I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation." Caesar picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

Leo frowned and walked to sit across from Caesar. Only then did he notice Caesar's livid face, and a bad premonition suddenly filled his heart.

"Lord Caesar, is it because of today's game?"

"Damn it!" Caesar raised the wine glass in his hand and slammed it into the corner a few meters away from the two of them.

I saw the silver wine glass spinning around in the air, and then fell to the ground with a clang, and the remaining rum in the glass poured out.

"I don't know what means that guy used to win the game." Caesar's tone was terrifyingly cold, and he clenched his fists unconsciously: "This is the weirdest game I have ever seen. The weakest guy won the final victory.

."

"Lord Caesar, please calm down. I've also heard about the result of the game. Is that guy Lancelot really that strong?" Leo touched his chin with his right hand. They were not the only ones who felt unbelievable. The result of the game made

All the spectators watching the duel were shocked.

"Tell me not to be angry?" Caesar raised his hand and slapped the wooden table in front of him hard, splitting it into two pieces in an instant, and sawdust scattered all over the floor.

Leo shut his mouth knowingly. He had never seen Caesar so angry.

Caesar glared at Leo fiercely. At this moment, his anger was relieved after venting just now, but his tone was still very angry: "Leo, you'd better explain to me the reason."

Leo was stunned for a second when he heard this, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Lord Caesar, I have already tampered with the entry list. The Black Thorn Gladiator named Aite is indeed of average strength, but the others are."

Leo suddenly hesitated when he said this. He suspected that continuing to speak would only arouse Caesar's anger.

Leo himself was puzzled by the outcome of this competition.

Having said that, the Black Thorn Gladiator was at least at the level of an intermediate warrior. The reason why he was killed as soon as he appeared was entirely because his opponent was the troll Gurlitt who had the combat power of a high-level warrior.

The knight Kevin and the sailor Peixi also have strength close to that of a high-level warrior. In addition, through the analysis of the data obtained by Leo, the strength of the high elf Bloom is not inferior to that of the troll!

Lancelot, in the first game, relied on Eusebio's golden fighting spirit to successfully advance to the finals. The reason why he was able to win the last battle against the night elf Rilla was also due to his shamelessness and luck.

No matter how you look at it, Lancelot can only be regarded as an ordinary low-level warrior.

Even if Leo knew that Lancelot could add buffing magic, it would not bring much improvement. The most important thing was his own ability.

According to Leo's original expectation, Lancelot would be the first player to be killed, and the high elf would rely on his brains to win. However, the development of things was completely beyond his expectation.

Caesar took a deep breath, tried to suppress his anger, and said coldly: "Where is that bastard Bolton? Are you ready?"

Leo forced a smile on his face and nodded: "If nothing else happens, I will arrange for him to fight Lancelot in the next game."

"Don't be careless, Bolton. Lancelot is not as simple as he seems."

Caesar had a worried expression on his face after hearing Leo's words. It wasn't that he didn't trust Bolton's strength, but that he still hadn't figured out how Lancelot killed Gurlitt.

"Gullit killed the other four, and then died in the hands of the weakest Lancelot. Lord Caesar, don't you think this is an accident?"

(End of chapter)