I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 212 The Silence of Birdsong

"There was so much smoke and dust that I couldn't see clearly the scene of Lancelot fighting the troll. When the dust cleared, Gurlitt had turned into a mummy."

Caesar's tone was calm, but there was a hint of fear.

[If Lancelot really killed the troll with his own ability, it proves that he at least has the strength of a high-level warrior. 】

[No, if that guy Lancelot can kill Gullit in one blow, then he might]

When Caesar thought of this, he stopped abruptly and did not dare to think any further.

"Prince Caesar, you can rest assured of Bolton's strength." Leo showed a confident smile on his face: "And before the game starts, I will give Bolton some necessary help."

Of course Caesar understood what Leo meant, which was nothing more than to give Bolton a lot of high-level gain magic.

Obviously, this default unspoken rule of the Blackthorn Arena is not only used by Lancelot.

"You must not fail this time, otherwise you two will not have to go back to Pislan." Caesar stood up and snapped his fingers at the same time.

"Bang!" I saw the sawdust on the ground began to merge rapidly, and the wooden table that was photographed in half returned to its original shape in the blink of an eye.

"As you command, Lord Caesar." Leo also stood up and bowed respectfully to Caesar.

Caesar twisted his neck, a feeling of sleepiness welling up in his heart. He turned around and stepped onto the stairs to rest in the room on the second floor.

Leo in the hall had a strange expression, with a trace of gloominess in his eyes, staring at the intact wooden table in front of him in a daze.

After a long time, Leo stood up, walked to the broken cup in the corner, and picked it up.

"Pah!" The black-robed mage snapped his fingers, and the silver wine glass instantly turned into powder and slipped from between his fingers.

The whole process of shattering the silver cup was silent. Leo stared at the slowly flowing silver powder and began to think about what to do next.

He and Bolton followed Caesar to the Black Thorn this time, with the purpose of winning the Black Thorn Competition and receiving the championship reward-the Black Thorn Crest.

The plan has gone smoothly so far. Although the troll who was bribed fell, less than half of the fourteen players who advanced to the second round of the finals have been bribed by him.

As we all know, the Black Thorn Emblem can greatly improve a warrior's ability, and is undoubtedly the dream treasure of all contestants.

After getting the black thorn emblem to improve your ability, the next goal is naturally more wealth and greater power.

The conditions offered by Leo were so generous that they could not refuse. The Viscount title of the Pislan Kingdom and a vast territory comparable to the Black Thorn would be owned by him, so they were happy to sign a cooperation agreement with the black-robed mage.

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If the promise-maker wins the Black Thorn Competition, he must dedicate his coat of arms to Caesar.

"Squeak~!"

The door was gently pushed open, and Leo's black figure walked out. He was now going to the basement of the Blackthorn Arena to discuss some secret matters with Bolton.

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The next day, early morning.

Lancelot got up early, went to the well with sleepy eyes, skillfully picked up the bucket on the ground, and threw it into the well.

"Crack!"

The falling bucket hit the water surface hard, making a crisp sound.

"Hiss." Lancelot took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

The same crisp chirping of birds came to my ears, the breeze gently caressed my cheek like a lover's hand, and the surrounding bushes rustled under the influence of the wind.

Lancelot enjoyed the feeling of being in nature, and the silence was enough to make him forget those annoying thoughts.

Having said that, Lancelot finally had a good sleep last night. This time he did not travel to the dream world, not even a dream.

After adequate sleep, Lancelot's physical strength had almost recovered. The boy shook the hemp rope in his hand, causing the bucket to sink smoothly into the water and fully fill the well with water.

"Huh." Lancelot used both hands to quickly lift up the full bucket.

The boy first pushed away the impurities in the water, then held it in his hands, and the sweet well water instantly flowed into his throat.

"Ah, it feels so good."

Lancelot sighed as usual. This well seemed to have some magic power. Whenever he drank the well water, all the fatigue in his body would disappear without a trace.

The boy quickly washed his face and rinsed his short and medium white hair.

"What's next?"

Lancelot sat down on the ground, his wet hair soaked into his collar.

According to the rules of the Black Thorns Competition, in order to allow the contestants to fully rest, there will be a three-day gap period after each round.

The magic training has come to an end. Harvey told himself that he only needs to adjust his mentality during this period and does not need to practice marksmanship anymore. Now Lancelot feels extremely empty and he must find something to do.

【Go to the market for a walk, you might encounter something interesting.】

Thinking of this, Lancelot stood up, patted his white robe, and walked down the mountain.

On the way down the mountain, Lancelot thought a lot, about the world in the dream, about the new abilities he had mastered, and about the next game.

A moment later, Lancelot was already in the market.

It was about ten o'clock in the morning, and the only traffic on the streets were horse-drawn carriages transporting goods and busy vendors. Only around four or five o'clock in the afternoon would the market begin to slowly become lively.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time." Lancelot continued walking towards the depths of the market, looking at the shops on both sides of the street with bored eyes, and decided to find a shop to go in and kill some time.

"It doesn't smell good."

As he walked, Lancelot smelled an alluring fragrance.

The boy hadn't eaten anything since he got up, and his stomach was growling.

【Yes, it tastes like fried chicken!】

Ever since he traveled to the medieval world, he had been eating steak, broth, cauliflower and the like all day long. Lancelot almost vomited when he saw it.

If he could have a piece of fried chicken, he would do anything.

Then Lancelot followed the scent to the door of a shop.

【Rollin's Tavern】

Lancelot glanced at the shop sign and was about to walk inside.

"This guest, would you like some fried chicken?"

A pleasant female voice called the boy. Lancelot stopped and noticed a stall at the entrance of the store, where the smell of fried chicken came from.

"Hello, are you the proprietress of this store?" Lancelot asked politely.

The other party is a beautiful woman, tall and about thirty to forty years old.

Although her facial features are not exquisite, she is somewhat pretty. Her long dark brown hair is tied up with a black ribbon, and she is wearing a light green long skirt of coarse cloth and a floral apron around her waist.

"You are too polite, just call me Luo Lin."

Rowling waved her hand enthusiastically towards Lancelot, beckoning him to stand in front of the stall.

(End of chapter)