I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 245 Young Eusebio

"Oakley, keep your voice down! You will attract other people." Edward reminded in a low voice.

Mordred finally regained his composure and said, "Why is there a pan here?"

He leaned over and picked up the black pan, and the cold touch made him tremble all over.

The entire pot is made of unknown metal, and the filth that has accumulated for a long time cannot hide the fine craftsmanship. The entire pot is perfectly round, with a slender handle protruding, and it feels very solid when held in the hand.

Feel.

"This is the first time I have seen such a thing. What is it used for?" Edward cast a confused look and shook his head in denial.

"." He didn't know how to explain to the other party.

"Don't make any noise, there seems to be something moving outside!" Mordred shut up immediately, and sure enough, there were rustling footsteps outside the door.

——

When Lancelot saw this, he was already immersed in the story.

At this moment, he was highly concentrated. Although the plot in the book was not that attractive, reading a novel that recorded the experience of another time traveler gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

"Lancelot, why are you sitting here if you don't go back to sleep?"

A familiar voice came to his ears, instantly bringing him back to reality.

Lancelot looked up and saw Harvey's tall figure walking towards him. The red mage's robe turned a little gray and black in the night.

"Master Harvey, how did you know I was here?"

The boy immediately sat up straight and prepared to stand up.

Upon seeing this, Harvey waved his hand to signal Lancelot not to get up.

"Don't be nervous."

The red-robed mage walked over to the boy and sat down, with only thirty centimeters between them.

"The guard at the door just told me that you have returned. I didn't see you when I went to the basement, so I guessed that you might be here."

"Um."

Lancelot nodded.

"Your performance in today's game was very good, exceeding my expectations."

"Thank you, Mr. Harvey. If Bolton hadn't underestimated the enemy, my probability of winning would still be very low."

"Never underestimate yourself."

There was a trace of displeasure in Harvey's tone: "You are still so young, you should be more passionate and confident."

"Lord Harvey, I understand what you mean." Lancelot agreed reluctantly.

"When Eusebio participated in the Black Thorn Competition for the first time, he was also a young man full of passion."

Harvey smiled when he said this, recalling the scene when he first met Eusebio.

At that time, Eusebio fled from neighboring countries to the territory of Blackthorn to escape years of war and famine.

"Lancelot, to a certain extent, you are very similar to Eusebio."

——

Harvey met Eusebio when he was twelve years old, when he was still a thin, ragged slave.

The tragic childhood life undoubtedly brought heavy pain to the young Eusebio. His parents died in the war and he struggled in the slums.

When the war spread to the place where Eusebio lived, he hid alone in the caravan's grain truck and spent two days and two nights in the darkness, and finally came to the Black Thorn after several twists and turns.

Harvey still remembers the conversation with Eusebio when they first met.

At the side entrance of Blackthorn Arena.

"Sir, please do me a favor and give me something to eat." Eusebio stretched out his two arms like poles and knelt down on the ground with a snap, making a begging gesture.

"Where are you from?"

"I have no idea."

"I've seen too many brats like you, get out of here." Harvey showed contempt in his eyes and turned to leave.

"Sir, please give me something to eat, I can do anything!"

Harvey had heard these words no less than ten times, and was unmoved at all. He said coldly: "Then if I ask you to kill someone, will you do it too?"

"As long as you can survive, there is nothing you can't do."

Harvey raised his eyebrows when he heard this answer. If the other person was an adult, his heart would not be shaken at all.

However, the person kneeling in front of him was a boy who was only twelve or thirteen years old.

It was then that the red-robed mage began to take a serious look at the young beggar, and found that although he had a sallow face and thin muscles, there was a hint of determination and even ferocity in his eyes.

"Then tell me, what will you do?" Harvey decided to give the boy a chance.

"I know how to work. I can do any job."

Harvey stared at the thin boy in front of him with interest, and his tone softened slightly: "Of course there will be someone else to do the work. I can take you in, but you must obey my orders completely, do you understand?"

"Thank you, thank you, sir!"

The boy grinned happily and immediately got up from the ground.

Harvey reached out and touched Eusebio's head and said, "Come with me."

——

Lancelot heard Harvey say this and showed a puzzled expression.

"Lord Harvey, Eusebio is a born warrior. No matter in terms of strength or bravery, I can't compare with him."

When Harvey heard what Lancelot said, he didn't object. After all, it was an obvious fact.

Eusebio has won the Black Thorn Competition three times in a row, and his strength goes without saying.

This man is extremely brave yet extremely calm when fighting, and his ability to adapt to situations is also top-notch.

This is why Bolton, who looked so fierce, was defeated by Lancelot.

Many times, the outcome of a battle is not directly related to the combat effectiveness of both parties.

As a saying goes, the body determines the lower limit, while the brain determines the upper limit.

"There is indeed a big gap between your strength and Eusebio, but don't worry too much. I will try my best to arrange the next schedule." The red-robed mage raised his head and stared at the starry sky.

Lancelot immediately understood.

[Xavi’s meaning is very obvious. He will use his authority to adjust the opponents in the subsequent games. It is estimated that he will not meet Eusebio before the semi-finals.]

However, this did not make Lancelot's mood any easier. According to the schedule of double matches a week, he would meet Eusebio in half a month, and he would have successfully defeated his opponent before the semi-finals.

"Lancelot, I know you are worried, but there is no point in worrying, right?"

Harvey stared at the stars in the night sky and continued.

"Mr. Harvey, you didn't put your hope of winning the championship on me from the very beginning."

The red-robed mage heard this and turned to look at the boy with a serious expression: "No, Lancelot, you must win the championship."

"." Lancelot was a little confused.

"This not only determines your fate, but also the future of Blackthorn." Harvey's eyes were as sharp as knives: "Eusebio will clear the obstacles for you, but you must cheer up, you know that you lose the game

means something."

"If I can't win the championship, I won't be able to return to the wizarding world." Lancelot did not mention the more serious consequences.

Once he loses the game, the probability of him dying in the arena is 100%.

(End of chapter)