I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 221 Cheating is shameless but useful

The boy believed that Master Clayman and his two daughters would find his body in the valley within a few days. The specific cause of death was unknown whether it was suicide or homicide.

【No, I can't let this damn knife throwing challenge ruin my life.】

【I have to do something to make Amanda miss.】

[Since they can’t see me using magic and mental power, I probably won’t be discovered using them to interfere with my opponents.]

When Lancelot thought of this, he immediately released a large amount of mental power from his body, instantly sluggishing everything around him several times!

Without saying a word, the boy cast a slow spell on Amanda, which extended the time it took for the knife to be released to 5 seconds.

The next thing to do is to apply control magic on the knife, so that it can change its flight trajectory, but it can't go too far. It just needs to keep Amanda's score below 60.

Lancelot quickly whispered the spell to control magic: "domi-nnate!"

A ray of yellow light quickly floated towards the knife in Amanda's hand, but just when it was about to touch the blade, it was suddenly blocked by an invisible force.

"What's going on?"

Lancelot looked at this strange scene in surprise. He quickly turned his attention to Hailey and Dinah, but found nothing unusual.

The boy was about to recite the spell silently and try again, but 5 seconds passed and the blood-red knife flew out of his hand.

Although the knife flew extremely slowly under the influence of mental power, its direction did not deviate in any way.

Lancelot's heartbeat began to accelerate. If he didn't do something during this process, there was no doubt that he would be the next gambler to be crushed to pieces.

[Yes, although I can’t move the knife, I can move the disk!]

Lancelot quickly chanted the spell to control magic, and finally moved the disc a short distance to the left before the flying knife reached the target.

"Crack!"

The blade made a muffled sound as it penetrated the disc.

Hailey walked to the disc, looked at the position where the knife was inserted, and said in a regretful tone: "60 points, Miss Amanda."

"how so?"

Amanda was shocked when she heard Hailey's words. The knife throwing game is an entertainment activity she has played since she was a child. It can never be lower than 90 points. There must be something wrong.

"Hailey, are you sure you only have 60 points?"

"Miss Amanda, you can come up and check whether the results are correct."

Amanda walked quickly to the disc and found that the new indentation was indeed located between the second and third circles, and the distance from the bullseye was obvious.

The girl walked back to her sister with a disappointed look on her face. Dinah didn't know what to say to comfort her sister, so she could only reach out and hug her into her arms.

Lancelot watched all this silently, and he saw disappointment, regret, and pain on Amanda's face. These were exactly the facial features of a gambler who had lost all his money.

[I'm sorry Amanda, but you have a wealthy father, so you will get better soon.]

"Lancelot, it's your turn next."

Hailey walked up to the boy and handed him the knife. As long as Lancelot could show his level in the second round, winning the bonus would be a sure thing.

A minute later, the knife penetrated the black disc again, and this time the tip of the knife hit the bullseye.

"The three rounds of the game are all over. Congratulations to Lancelot for winning with a slight advantage of 10 points!" Hailey waved for the three of them to come forward. She turned to look at the two girls and said in a gentle tone: "According to the

According to the rules of the game, all the bets accumulated in the first three rounds belong to Lancelot, so Miss Dinah and Miss Amanda, you need to pay Lancelot 89 gold coins. Is it cash payment or bill payment?"

Lancelot felt quite awkward hearing this. He never expected that Blackthorn, which was at the level of medieval civilization, would have such modern-sounding things as trading houses and checks.

"Well, let's wait until my father comes back to talk about this." Amanda smiled apologetically at Lancelot and said.

"It doesn't matter, I have nothing to do anyway."

Lancelot was not in a hurry. Being with Dinah and Amanda, two familiar strangers, did not make him feel embarrassed.

I saw Haili putting the blood-red knife into an exquisite carved wooden box and muttering something in her mouth.

Suddenly, Lancelot felt a sharp pain in his head, which reached a level that was unbearable for the boy.

Lancelot closed his eyes in pain and squatted down with his head in his hands. At the same time, he heard Dinah and Amanda moaning in pain beside him.

However, this pain only lasted for two seconds, and then disappeared inexplicably.

"Damn it, Hank, if you keep talking too much, I'll pull out all your yellow teeth!"

"Hans, you son of a bitch, if you weren't my brother, I would have killed you today!"

"Why are you arguing? You can't afford to lose?"

There was a noisy sound in Lancelot's ears. The gamblers were greeting each other's families. The boy quickly opened his eyes and found that the scene around him had returned to normal.

Hundreds of gamblers crowded the spacious casino, and the air smelled of sour sweat and rotten food.

Lancelot couldn't understand how these guys could endure it. It was as bad as the environment under the arena.

"Look, father is back!"

Amanda shook Dinah's arm and pointed at Clayman not far away.

Kaleman had a satisfied smile on his face, and he could tell at a glance that he had made a lot of money in the Black Thorn Competition.

"Well, my dear daughters, is the game over?"

Kaleman walked up to the two girls, leaned over and kissed their cheeks one by one, nodding to Lancelot beside him.

Dinah's eyes dodge and hesitantly said: "Yes, I'm sorry, father, we lost."

"My silly daughter, there is nothing to apologize for." Clayman was slightly surprised and reached out to touch Dinah's hair, obviously not caring about winning or losing the game.

Clayman raised his head and looked at Hailey, smiled and said: "Hailey, how many gold coins have you lost, I will pay it all in one lump sum."

"89 pieces, Lord Clayman."

"Okay." Clayman said and recited a spell silently. A narrow stack of mithril paper appeared in his left hand, and a delicate quill appeared in his right hand.

Lancelot saw the other party quickly write a few lines of text on the mithril paper. The writing material was not ink, but the red magic power poured into the quill.

Two seconds later, Kleiman handed the check in his hand to Hailey: "Hailey, check it out."

Hailey read the front and back of the mithril check twice, then nodded: "No problem."

"Lancelot, it is yours now."

(End of chapter)