I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 235 Invitation Again

Gloria nodded, walked up to Bolton and Leo, stretched out her hand, and lifted the unconscious two men up.

Lancelot stared at the beautiful face of the blue-robed mage, who began to chant a spell slowly and quietly.

A few seconds later, a green light enveloped the two bodies, and in the blink of an eye they were transferred to somewhere outside the arena by teleportation magic.

More than 50,000 spectators looked at each other with mixed feelings.

The entire arena was surprisingly quiet, and everyone focused their attention on Lancelot.

Gloria dusted herself off, raised her head, looked directly into Lancelot's eyes, and walked slowly towards him.

"My lord witch." Lancelot said in a sleepy voice.

Gloria frowned slightly. She came to the boy's side, reached out and grabbed Lancelot's wrist and raised it to the sky.

The moment the boy made physical contact with the blue-robed mage, he was stunned like a lightning strike, and his mind went blank.

"I declare that the winner of this duel is Lancelot from the Blackthorn Arena!"

“It’s so fucking exciting!”

“It’s wonderful!”

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The audience in the stadium burst into earth-shattering cheers.

At least one-third of the audience had purchased annual tickets for the Black Thorns Competition, and the twists and turns of this game undoubtedly made them feel that it was worth the price.

Especially in the history of Black Thorns, there has never been a situation where a third party disrupted the order of the game and tried to take away the players on the field.

Lancelot stood frozen on the spot as if struck by lightning, while Gloria's hand held his arm.

This was the first time he had such close contact with a witch since he left the Demonic Forest.

The Gloria in this world is more indifferent and does not know the boy at all, but in his heart, the witch is always one of the people he values ​​most.

Now that Gloria's beautiful profile was close at hand, Lancelot turned a deaf ear to the cheers that echoed throughout the audience. He only had eyes for the witch whom he had reunited with after a long absence.

Excited or sad? Maybe both.

In the nearly half a year since he traveled to the world of Blackthorn, Lancelot has been trying to figure out the connection between this world and the original world.

Lilith, Gloria, Harvey, and Leo. The people around them are almost the same as before. However, only Carol knows her identity, and the rest of them are completely different in terms of personality and position.

Gloria let go of Lancelot's arm, then turned around and stared at the boy with purple pupils.

"Congratulations, Lancelot, you have successfully advanced to the next round."

Lancelot looked directly into the eyes of the blue-robed mage and said excitedly: "Gloria, do you really not recognize me?"

A trace of doubt flashed across Gloria's beautiful face.

"Good luck."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gloria's blue figure disappeared from the spot.

Lancelot's right hand reached forward, as if he wanted to grab something.

Immediately, he cast his gaze towards the VIP seats.

Harvey on the stage still had an indifferent expression, and behind him sat Caesar with a gloomy face.

[There is no point in thinking too much. Only by winning the Black Thorn Competition can you leave here alive. 】

Lancelot raised his hands in the air and thanked the more than 50,000 spectators in the stadium.

The Black Thorn Spear in the boy's hand exuded a cold silver light. Everyone was not only amazed at the power of the artifact, but also amazed that this artifact, which only existed in legends, actually appeared in the hands of an unknown gladiator.

"Who is he?"

"Where is he from?"

"he?"

Everyone has speculated on the life background of this silver-haired boy. After this game, they vaguely felt that the winner of this Black Thorn Competition might already have the answer.

Five minutes later, Lancelot dragged his tired body out of the arena.

The boy walked through the dark and damp passage. Logically speaking, he should go to the second floor of the basement to find Carol to treat his wounds and then rest for a few hours.

After all, the next game is in two days.

Lancelot continued to think and unknowingly walked to the market outside the Blackthorn Arena.

It's around three o'clock in the afternoon, and the harsh sunlight is scorching the ground beneath our feet.

[Is this damn place at the equator? It’s ridiculously hot.]

There are few pedestrians on the streets, and only when the sun sets does the market become lively.

During the day, the vendors all stay indoors to escape the heat, and no one wants to go out and suffer.

Lancelot walked quickly under the scorching sun. After walking a few hundred meters, he found a familiar figure standing on the street.

The girl has a slender figure and is wearing a long white dress. Her long pale golden hair is slightly fluttering in the wind, and her delicate skin is dazzlingly white under the sunlight.

Lancelot squinted his eyes slightly, his thoughts a little dazed.

For a brief moment, Lancelot suddenly recalled the scene of getting along with Lilith at the Wizarding Academy.

He remembered that the two of them had walked side by side under the dim street lights. Lilith had a gentle yet playful personality, and Lancelot had an inexplicable feeling for her.

【Lilith, why is she waiting for me here?】

Lancelot trotted all the way to where Lilith was: "Lilith, why are you here?"

"Lancelot, how was the game? Did you win?" Lilith asked, blinking her big, smart eyes.

Lancelot smiled bitterly upon hearing this.

"If I didn't win, you wouldn't be able to see me now."

"Hehe, that's good."

Lilith laughed happily and found Lancelot staring at her, she couldn't help but lowered her head shyly.

"Lilith, why are you waiting for me here?"

Lilith hesitated for a few seconds and finally said it.

"Actually, I have something to ask you."

Lancelot nodded and motioned for the girl to continue.

"Tomorrow I will go to the north to complete the remaining courses. It may take more than a month to come back. My mother can't get away, so..."

Lancelot understood what the girl meant, because the Black Thorn Competition had entered the finals, and most of the seats were packed.

"No problem, I'll take you there. I'll have a day off tomorrow anyway."

The boy said as he patted his chest, but accidentally touched an unhealed wound, and immediately grimaced in pain.

"But, won't this delay your game?"

When Lilith saw Lancelot's appearance, she realized that her request was rude.

"It's okay, it's okay. I recovered quickly. I'll be fine after just a little sleep."

Since taking the dragon crystal, Lancelot has not only become much stronger, but his wounds have also healed at an astonishing speed. Coupled with the devil's special training over the past few months, the boy's physique has now risen to a whole new level.

"Thank you so much." Lilith said gratefully.

"Then it's settled. Now I'll take you back first. With such a strong sun outside, your skin will get tanned."

In this way, Lancelot and Lilith walked towards the Pasha Tavern together.

(End of chapter)