I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 246 Return to the Gray Mist World

Harvey's words caused Lancelot to fall silent.

He naturally understands these truths. Only by winning the championship can he survive and return to the original wizarding world.

But he felt that he had reached his limit. In just three months, he went from being a weak martial arts loser to being able to compete with a strong man like Bolton.

The speed of progress is comparable to that of a rocket, but Eusebio is on another level.

It has all the qualities and abilities of a great warrior, and has extraordinary willpower. Its past glorious achievements have all confirmed this.

[Even if you give yourself a year, you won’t be able to reach the height of Eusebio. 】

"Lancelot, why don't you speak?"

"Lord Harvey, I know what you mean, but many things cannot be accomplished with confidence."

Harvey did not immediately refute the boy's statement, but quietly looked at the night sky and sighed.

Fireflies fluttered around the two of them, and the evening breeze blew through the grass on the summer night, bringing an annoying heat wave.

"Lancelot, you are my chosen one, I believe in your own vision."

Harvey said, standing up and extending his right hand towards the boy.

"I'll try my best."

Lancelot grabbed the opponent's hand and stood up.

"Okay, as long as you have an idea, what are your plans for tomorrow? Rest or training?"

"In the afternoon, I promised Lilith to send her to the rich area in the north tomorrow morning." Lancelot revealed his plan for tomorrow. There was nothing to hide.

"Lilith is a good girl, but the most important thing right now is the competition. It's best not to be distracted by other things."

Harvey's words were obviously warning Lancelot.

"Master Harvey, you are overthinking." Lancelot smiled and shook his head: "Lilith and I are just good friends, not what you think."

"I don't care about this, as long as you know what's going on. Okay, it's getting late, go back to your room and rest." Harvey said, shaking off his sleeves, getting up and walking towards the castle.

Lancelot looked at the leaving figure of the red-robed mage, and a huge feeling of powerlessness came to his heart.

【What should we do now?】

【Is this the only way?】

The boy's hard training in the past few months has been obvious to all, but there is no such thing as God rewarding hard work in the arena.

The strong live, the weak die.

This is the most basic law of the Blackthorn world. At least for now, it seems that Lancelot has no hope of winning the championship.

"call"

When the figure of the red-robed mage disappeared into the darkness, Lancelot also stood up. He had no intention of admiring the beauty of the summer night starry sky. At this moment, his heart was filled with despair.

With almost pathological efforts and super talent, a few months is still too short. In the face of the huge gap, there is a natural chasm between him and Eusebio or even stronger contestants.

Lancelot pushed open the wooden door covered with vines and walked towards the basement room.

The boy's mood at this time was as cold as the damp corridor.

"Squeak~"

"Bang!"

Lancelot slammed the door, took off his clothes and threw them to the end of the bed, then collapsed on the bed.

The dark room was extremely silent, and a feeling of fatigue came over me.

After a few seconds, Lancelot fell into a deep sleep.

——

Lancelot glanced at his surroundings and felt very calm.

【I have been to this place】

After half a year, Lancelot came to this gloomy town again, and the dilapidated streets were still filled with gray fog.

The boy looked up at the sky, which was dark and covered with clouds.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a dazzling bolt of lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the entire town as bright as day.

All the houses were in dilapidated condition, as if they had just experienced a terrible disaster.

The strong wind tore through the dilapidated streets and carried a chilling chill.

A storm is coming.

There was not even a ghost in the town, and Lancelot gave up the idea of ​​calling for help just like before.

He began to walk quickly along the streets of the town towards the center of the town. After walking about five hundred meters, he found a tall tower standing not far away, with a few faint beams of light coming from the windows at the top of the tower.

【There is someone there.】

Lancelot began to run towards the tower as fast as he could, and soon came to the gate of the tower.

The door has no handle, only a small keyhole.

As before, Lancelot did not have a key.

"Dong dong, dong." Lancelot knocked on the heavy iron door. Thirty seconds passed without any response.

At this time, another flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the thunder that followed almost shattered the eardrums.

He guessed that the people in the tower might not be able to hear his knocking at all.

Lancelot just wanted to find a place to hide from the rain. If he was lucky enough, he might be able to get information about the world from the people in the tower.

Lancelot tried with all his strength to push the door open, but it seemed to be locked and the door did not move at all.

[Fuck.] Lancelot was a little annoyed and kicked the iron door hard.

"Huh? What is this."

Lancelot found a piece of lead-gray letter paper floating down from the door, because it was very similar to the color of the door.

The boy bent down to pick it up and gently brushed away the dust on the surface of the letter paper.

[This is another missing person notice.] Lancelot saw a few eye-catching characters at a glance.

There were three large characters "Missing Person Notice" written on the top of the letter, and a portrait was drawn below, but because the light was too dark, he could not see the specific appearance clearly.

At the same time, lightning pierced the night sky again.

Through the fleeting electric light, Lancelot saw that the portrait of Qing Ning was a girl with a beautiful face: slightly curly blond hair, fair skin, green eyes, and thin lips. She looked about fifteen years old.

An inexplicable feeling of familiarity came to my heart.

[Is the girl in the portrait Lilith? 】

The deafening thunder sounded again in Lancelot's ears, and the dream did not stop.

"er!" Andre whispered the spell of space magic in a low voice.

The space in front of the boy suddenly tore open a crack, and he reached out and took out a prism-shaped crystal that glowed white.

He didn't know why he did this, it was entirely subconscious.

The letter in Lancelot's hand was illuminated by the light of the crystal, and then he found a few lines of vague writing on the back.

Andre brought the crystal closer and began to carefully read the contents on the letter.

"Princess Sarah was kidnapped by an old wizard at her birthday dinner, and her last figure appeared in Tucker Town."

"If you have any clues about Princess Sarah, please contact the ministers of each province immediately. The king will give generous rewards."

"If anyone is found to have deliberately concealed the whereabouts of the princess, all participants will be subject to the cruelest punishment!"

"July 10th, Year 215 of the Wizarding Calendar."

(End of chapter)