I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 22 Blasphemy

"You despicable waste, I bet you will die outside in less than three days!" The dean viciously cursed Lancelot's decision. He wondered if the boy broke it when he sneaked out last night.

brain.

The dean was right. One day ago, Lancelot was indeed just a worthless waste.

However, the situation has obviously changed now. Lancelot has regained his memory and inherited all of Gloria's talents, which also means that he is confident enough to pass the qualification examination.

That's right, Lancelot's decision was to find a way to sneak into the wizard's academy first, and then come back to rescue the witch after he became stronger.

"Hey, you guys don't really think you can survive after leaving the orphanage." The dean noticed that the expression on Lancelot's face was extremely serious, and it didn't look like he was joking.

"This has nothing to do with you." The boy replied in a cold tone. He stood up and walked out of the dining room without looking back.

"Then get out of here! You motherless bastard."

The dean looked at the boy's leaving figure with a sneer on his face, and there was a hint of heartache in his heart.

However, this was not because he was reluctant to leave the boy, but because he was missing a free servant, he felt a little headache.

The boy left the restaurant and walked forward along the long and narrow corridor. When he came to the corner at the end of the corridor, he pushed open the rickety wooden door, and the dust on the door frame shook off on his shoulders.

"Hello, old Luther." The boy greeted the old man as usual.

"Lancelot, are you back? Where is my breakfast?" The old man's thin body bounced off the stone slab and he stared into the boy's eyes and asked.

"Sorry, all of them were eaten by the dean."

Hearing this, the corner of the old man's mouth twitched and he cursed loudly: "That damn beast!"

Lancelot curled his lips, closed the door with his backhand, and then walked to the old man's side.

At this time, the old man looked at Lancelot with something wrong, "Since there is no breakfast, what are you doing here?"

"Old Luther, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

"Farewell? What are you talking about?" The old man showed a surprised expression. He never thought that the boy would leave.

"Well, I'll leave right away."

The old man looked at the boy's face seriously and asked, "You brat, where else can you go?"

The boy had lived in the orphanage for three full years, and the old man certainly knew that Lancelot had no ability to survive independently.

Because of the corpse fraud incident that year, everyone in the town was full of hostility towards him, and it was impossible to find a job to make a living.

"Go where I should go." Lancelot didn't want to chat with the old man. He had more important things to accomplish.

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After a brief silence, the boy asked: "Old Luther, have you ever seen a real wizard?"

Old Luther knew what Lancelot meant. After all, Mayor Robert was only a junior wizard.

It is powerful enough compared to ordinary humans, but in the wizarding world, it is classified as an inferior existence.

"Haha, I've seen it before, three years ago -" The old man immediately shut up after saying this. He almost told the story about the witch appearing at the funeral.

"Three years ago? Do you even know about that?" Lancelot asked, concluding that the old man had something to hide from him.

"Haha, when people get old, they always like to talk nonsense."

The old man's eyes were evasive, obviously he was lying, but the boy knew that the other party would not confess, so he stopped worrying about this issue.

"Then tell me, besides Rob, are there any other wizards in Tucker Town?" Lancelot continued to ask.

"Uh...no."

The old man hesitated for a second before answering, and at the same time his eyes towards the boy became wary.

"Lancelot, I heard that you sneaked out last night. People in the town said that you went in the direction of the Demonic Forest."

Lancelot's heart suddenly tightened after hearing this. He obviously ran out of the town late at night. There was not even a ghost on the street at that time. How could the people in the town know where he went?

"Yes." Lancelot nodded in agreement.

The old man thought that the boy had indeed known about the witch, no wonder he suddenly decided to leave.

"Wizards are the greatest human beings in the world. I have emphasized this point many times." The old man said, casting a fawning look at the boy. It is by no means a bad thing to please the illegitimate son of a witch.

Lancelot looked at the hypocritical expression on the other person's face, and instantly felt disgust, and said in a cold tone: "You are wrong, wizards are just a bunch of out-and-out bastards, and the so-called God of Wizards is

The root of evil!"

When the old man heard the boy's words, he was shocked at first, and then his expression turned extremely ferocious. His usual amiable appearance was nowhere to be seen.

"You, you guy. How dare you blaspheme the great God of Wizards!"

If he could, Old Luther would definitely stand up and punch the boy to the ground.

Perhaps because he had not eaten breakfast, the old man actually did not have the strength to sit up straight.

"I'm not here to continue to listen to your bullshit stories praising wizards. I just want to tell you that the existence of wizards is originally a mistake, and you shouldn't believe in wrong things."

The old man coughed violently, stared at the boy with cold eyes, and said: "Haha, in my more than seventy years of life, this is the first time I have seen such an arrogant and ignorant young man like you."

"You just need to tell me if there is a wizard in Tucker Town." Lancelot completely ignored the other party's words. He just wanted to get the answer to the question.

"Haha, what does it matter even if I tell you?" The old man still said in a mocking tone: "Since you hate wizards so much, and Rob is a member of the Wizards Association, do you want to kill him now?"

"Okay, I understand." The boy said and turned around to leave the room, and the wooden door was immediately closed forcefully.

The old man lay on his back on the stone slab, maintaining his usual stiff posture, and soon fell asleep.

Lancelot did not meet Dean Luther when he walked out of the orphanage. He originally thought that the fat pig would stop him from leaving. [That's fine, it would be much easier to worry about.]

Since Lancelot's memory was erased at the funeral, he spent more than three years in the orphanage and was brainwashed by Old Luther every day, dreaming of becoming a wizard.

It wasn't until last night that this beautiful dream was completely shattered.

He is now over sixteen years old. According to the tradition of the kingdom, any child over the age of fourteen has the right to enter the wizard academy, provided that the magic talent must reach a good standard.

In fact, as early as the age of thirteen, Lancelot was sent to the mayor's house by Dean Luther for a free qualification assessment.

The people in the town believed that Lancelot was the illegitimate son of a witch, and he must be very talented.

However, the results of the evaluation were shocking. It turned out that Lancelot not only had no talent in magic, but even his minimum physical fitness was far worse than ordinary people.

"This piece of trash is hopeless."

Mayor Rob gave this evaluation after testing Lancelot's talent.

(End of chapter)