I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 23 Slap

In the wizard's power system, talents are divided into six levels: from low to high: mediocre, good, excellent, outstanding, epic, and legendary.

Lancelot received a poor evaluation in the talent test two years ago, not even mediocre, so naturally he was not qualified to enter the Wizarding Academy.

It was also from that time on that Dean Luther completely lost his patience with Lancelot, and would beat him severely if he was slightly dissatisfied.

Since the witch ordered the mayor to raise the boy at the funeral, she has not appeared again for a long time.

Luther thought he would get a lot of benefits from the witch by adopting Lancelot, but who knew that things were not as good as he thought.

Lancelot stepped out of the orphanage door and looked up at the dazzling sun.

Based on his memory, the boy walked straight towards the mayor's house.

It was early in the morning, and there were not many pedestrians on the street. When they saw Lancelot, they all looked at him with disgust, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Soon I will leave this hellish place." Lancelot continued walking forward, turning a deaf ear to the townspeople's comments. He was already used to this.

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Rob, who had just finished washing, was sitting on the armchair, flipping through the books in his hands casually, while chewing the oatmeal and milk that the maid had just brought.

Rob felt refreshed and had a pleased expression on his face.

The night before, Rob called the young maid to his bedroom and spent an unforgettable night together.

The sweet smile when the maid brought the milk just now aroused Rob's desire, and he decided to have a good sleep after lunch.

Just as Rob was thinking about what new postures to unlock at noon, there was a sudden noise outside. Rob frowned slightly and greeted the guard beside him: "Go and see what's going on."

After receiving the order, the guard opened the door and walked out quickly.

Sunlight shone in through the half-opened door, and a maid in a light blue dress flashed past the door.

Rob stared in the direction of the door and yawned. He began to think seriously about whether to advance his nap time appropriately.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and the guards had already brought the person.

Rob sat on the armchair and looked at the door impatiently. He wanted to see which ignorant guy actually disturbed him on the weekend.

When Dean Luther's fat face came into the mayor's sight, Rob's expression became a little flustered: "You, what are you doing here?"

"Report to the mayor, Lancelot said he wants to leave the orphanage!"

"What?!" Rob jumped up from his chair as if he had been stabbed in the butt: "Tell me, where can that little bastard go?"

"He sneaked out last night, and not long after he came back, he told me that he was leaving." The dean looked innocent at this time, and his shiny forehead was covered with beads of sweat due to excessive stress.

"He didn't tell you why?"

The dean shook his head helplessly.

"Could it be that the witch is back? Want to take him away?" Rob said his guess, but his heart was still full of doubts.

He felt that even so, the witch should at least inform him in advance.

But when Rob thought about it, he was just a junior wizard at the bottom of the wizarding world, and the other party might not take him seriously at all.

"Forget it, it's a good thing for us that he leaves." After the conversation just now, Rob's interest was gone. He waved his hand to the guards to see him off.

"But Mr. Mayor, you also know that the orphanage has had no income in the past few years, and it has to pay for Lancelot's food and accommodation. It has cost me a lot of money inside and out..." The director said reluctantly.

As he said this, he made it clear that he wanted to ask the mayor for compensation for raising Lancelot over the years.

"Okay, okay, I will arrange a long-term maid for the orphanage. Now you can get out." Rob's tone became obviously impatient.

"Hey, thank you, Lord Mayor!" After hearing this, the dean nodded and bowed quickly, twisting his fat body and walked out.

For the dean whose wife ran away, this is much more nourishing than money.

The purpose of the dean's coming here is very simple: he thinks that he has "devoted all his efforts and endured all the hardships" to raise Lancelot, but in the end he didn't get any benefit at all. Otherwise, he became the one who was taken advantage of, which no one can accept.

"A bunch of shameless bastards!" Rob looked at the dean's swollen back with contempt and cursed.

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"Lancelot, is this where you should be? Get out of the way!"

"I want to see Mayor Robert, please let me in." Lancelot had already arrived at the door of the mayor's house, but he had an argument with the guard guarding the door.

"You can enter the Mayor's mansion whenever you want?" One of the guards walked up to the boy and looked at him arrogantly.

The guard wore a set of bronze armor and a half-meter-long dagger on his waist, which was the standard equipment for ordinary soldiers in the kingdom.

"Pah!" Without saying a word, the guard picked up the boy's collar and slapped him hard.

Lancelot's frail body could not withstand such torture, and his nosebleed started to flow in an instant. This slap made stars appear in the boy's eyes, and he almost fainted.

Another guard stood there, looking at the boy with indifferent eyes.

"Lancelot, why are you here?" At this time, the dean walked out of the mayor's house accompanied by the guards.

As soon as he went out, he saw Lancelot being beaten.

"..." The boy saw the dean coming out of the door and wanted to ask what was going on. However, the severe pain from the corner of his mouth prevented him from opening his mouth for a while.

The dean passed by Lancelot with a gloating expression on his face. Since he had received compensation, the boy's life and death had nothing to do with him.

"Take good care of this boy. I'll report it to the mayor first." The guard who accompanied the dean came out and said with a cold look at Lancelot, then turned around and walked into the door.

"Just stay still, or I'll kill you!"

After speaking, the guard spat on the ground and returned to his original position.

Lancelot looked at the dean's back as he left in a swaggering manner, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and could only stand there and wait silently.

The mayor's house is located in the center of the town, which is the most prosperous area of ​​the town.

Therefore, many townspeople walked through the streets. The townspeople had very complicated feelings towards Lancelot. They were both afraid of the boy's mysterious life experience and scornful of the boy's poor qualifications.

They looked at the boy with complicated eyes, including fear and contempt.

The fake corpse incident that happened three years ago has always been a lingering shadow for the townspeople. Because of this, no matter how much they hate Lancelot, they dare not really do anything to harm him.

"Then the child shouldn't be staying in the orphanage now, why did he come here?"

"Mind your own business and let's leave quickly."

"Hey, it's such a bad time early in the morning!"

Lancelot heard the townsfolk's comments intermittently in his ears. He rubbed his sore cheeks with his hands. He was used to all this, and it was nothing compared to the damage caused by the slap just now.

[Even though I have regained my talent, I still have no choice but to swallow my anger. As a time traveler, I am really a coward.]

About two minutes later, the guard came out again and waved to the boy to come in.

"Come in."

Lancelot nodded, and just as he was about to enter the door, he glanced at the soldier who had just slapped him in the face.

When the two were about to pass each other, Lancelot aimed at the guard's left foot and stepped on it hard.

"Ah! You bastard, I will definitely kill you today!" The guard felt a sharp pain in his left foot.

He was immediately furious and immediately pulled out half of the dagger from his waist.

"Hank, if you want to die, you can give it a try." The guard at the inner door said this coldly and led Lancelot inside.

The guard stared hard at Lancelot's back, but he could only stand back to his original position.

He finally became a guard, but he couldn't lose his iron job because of something like this.

(End of chapter)