I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 222 Preparation before the game

Lancelot nodded and took the check, finding that he couldn't understand the strange characters on it at all, but the "89" written in mainland China's common language in the center could still be made out.

The texture of mithril is extremely soft and very malleable. You can even squeeze it into a ball, but it will return to its original shape after a few seconds. Lancelot carefully put the check into his pocket.

At this time, Lancelot had tasted the sweetness, but the tragic death of his friend in his previous life was still vivid in his mind, so it was the right thing to accept it as soon as it was good.

"Lancelot, I hope you can come to my mansion as a guest when you have time." Clayman didn't care at all about the 89 gold coins he just lost and sent a friendly invitation to the boy.

"Perhaps this will have to wait until the end of the game, Lord Clayman." Lancelot showed a trace of apology on his face.

Dinah and Amanda stood next to Clayman, each holding an arm and saying nothing, just looking at Lancelot silently.

It seems to be some kind of etiquette.

"Then, I will go back with my two daughters first. See you next time!" Clayman added with a kind smile on his slightly older face: "Lancelot, I'm looking forward to your next visit."

A game performance.”

"Thank you, I will do my best."

Lancelot bowed to Clayman to show respect, and then watched the three of them turn and leave.

"Lancelot, do you want to continue?" Hailey walked up to Lancelot and asked.

"No, I'd better go outside and walk around." Lancelot smiled helplessly, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Hailey, can you please exchange this bag of gold coins for a check?"

"Of course, how many gold coins do you have?"

After the boy finished speaking, he took off the money bag from his waist and handed it to Hailey: "I'm not sure about this either."

"It's okay, let me help you count." Haili opened the purse with her fingers, and a golden light suddenly overflowed.

Five seconds later.

"No more, no less, exactly 50 pieces."

"You think you're ready so soon?" Lancelot looked puzzled. He saw that the other party just dug a few times into the money bag with his hands.

"Believe me, I'm a professional when it comes to money." Hailey said confidently, and then took out a narrow piece of paper from her pocket.

Lancelot took a closer look and saw that it was exactly the same as the mithril paper in Clayman's hand before.

[Every person uses mithril as writing material, which is too luxurious.]

I saw Haili taking out another quill pen and writing on the mithril paper. It seemed that the magic power had been stored in the quill pen beforehand.

"Okay, here's the check." Hailey handed the mithril check to Lancelot and added: "You can use it to exchange it in any free commercial bank. If it is in other countries, the charge may be higher.

handling fee.”

"Well, I understand."

Lancelot waved goodbye to Hailey, walked through the crowd, and returned to the ground along the stairs.

When the boy walked out of the bakery, the sun had already set to the west, and it was already evening before he knew it.

The whole market has become much livelier, and customers can be seen everywhere.

Lancelot couldn't help but look in the direction of Pasha's Tavern. There were already well-dressed guests entering the pub one after another. The boy wanted to go in and say hello to Lilith.

However, he remembered what Harvey had said to him before, that if he appeared alone in Pasha's Tavern, he would probably be killed like that time.

[Forget it, let’s go back, the second round of finals will begin in two days. 】

Lancelot thought of the upcoming game, sighed, turned and walked towards the castle in the mountain.

The afterglow of the setting sun enveloped the entire black thorn bush in a layer of warm golden yellow. The warm summer wind slowly blew Lancelot's cheek. The boy was walking on the sloping mountain road, and the lush bushes around him made him feel calm.

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After a while, the outline of the castle appeared in front of him, and Lancelot speeded up his pace unconsciously. After spending a day in the smoky casino, the sweet well water was the best medicine to refresh himself.

"Ta, tap." The well water fell on the stone slab along the edge of the barrel, making a crisp sound.

Lancelot sat by the well and looked up at the slowly flowing clouds in the sky.

There is a saying, if it were not for participating in the Blackthorn Competition, living in such a mountain castle would be a pleasant enjoyment.

Lancelot counted the days until he arrived at the Black Thorn, no more and no less than fifty days.

Although he was a gladiator in name, he actually participated in only three competitions, and only one real one-on-one duel.

When Lancelot thought of this, he thought of the blue-skinned night elf again. Fortunately, his opponent in the first round was a silly female elf. If it had been anyone else, he would have probably received the lunch box.

Although Lancelot received special preferential treatment, he still could not change the fact that he was a slave.

The Blackthorn Gladiators seem to have unlimited glory, but they are only limited to the arena. Outside the arena, they are the scum of the lowest level of society, with no freedom at all.

Lancelot had no right to refuse the competition. In order to successfully pass the death game, he had been training tirelessly for more than a month.

From marksmanship, magic, to dragon crystal and the fighting spirit obtained in dreams, these things that cannot be learned in the wizarding world have caused a qualitative change in Lancelot's strength.

[If I really win the Blackthorn Competition, will these abilities continue to exist after I return to the Wizarding World?]

Lancelot began to struggle with this issue. The operating rules of the two worlds must be different. The improvement brought by marksmanship and dragon crystal should not change much, but can magic and fighting spirit be released normally in the wizarding world?

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Suddenly, Lancelot saw Harvey's red figure appearing at the gate of the castle from a distance. This time, the red-robed mage walked directly into the castle, instead of going to the well to talk to Lancelot as usual.

"Harm, it's better to go back to the basement to rest early."

Lancelot sighed softly, climbed up from the grass, walked to the well and set up the bucket, then opened the back door and walked in.

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Three days later, early in the morning.

Because Lancelot's performance in the second round of the final was scheduled at noon, I simply slept until nine in the morning.

Lancelot wore a white short robe and came to the well with satisfaction. He skillfully picked up the bucket on the ground and threw it at the mouth of 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.

Then Lancelot flicked his right hand hard, and the barrel suddenly submerged into the water. Lancelot pulled upwards hard, and in less than three seconds, he lifted the barrel filled with well water.

The boy took a handful of well water and washed his hands, then eagerly picked up a handful of water and rinsed his mouth.

(End of chapter)