I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 247 The Weird Wall

Andre finally finished reading the contents on the letter paper. It was very difficult to read the blurred handwriting.

What surprised him even more was the information revealed on the letter.

[Those beasts called wizards kidnapped a princess in public.]

[This girl’s name is Sarah, not Lilith.]

Lancelot carefully examined the girl in the portrait again and found that although her facial features were very similar to Lilith's, the color of her eyes was different.

Lilith has light purple pupils, while this princess has turquoise pupils.

Tucker Town was also mentioned, but the architectural style here was obviously very different from the Tucker Town in the boy's memory.

From this we can judge that this princess may also be a member of the Erics family.

Especially the date on which the signature was signed made Andrei feel a chill running down his spine. Year 215 of the Wizarding Calendar, this clearly happened ten years later!

"Is it a prank?" Andre muttered to himself and looked around again. The deserted town was eerie.

At this time, Lancelot was standing at the door of the tower, holding the letter in his left hand and the luminous crystal in his right hand.

Seeing lightning and thunder, and a heavy rain approaching, I still couldn't find a way to enter the tower.

Lancelot folded the letter and put it in his pocket, then put the crystal against the door and looked at it carefully.

After searching for a long time, I still found nothing new.

Lancelot began to gather his mental power, and the luminous crystal slowly floated into the air.

Under the dazzling light, several lines of engraved text appeared on the top of the door.

Lancelot stood on tiptoes, trying to see what was written on it.

【In a desolate and dilapidated town,

The desperate princess stood alone on the top of the tower.

The hope of the kingdom is imprisoned in the shadows,

She shouted desperately,

"Help me! Help me!"

But that weak voice,

Instantly swallowed by the strong wind.

her tears,

It dissipates like an illusion into the growing night.】

"Hiss" the carving on the door made a strange sound.

Lancelot quickly took a few steps back, looked up at the top of the tower, and found that the entire tower was surrounded by thick, dark fog.

This is somewhat similar to the scene in the role-playing game played by Lancelot in his previous life. The protagonist receives a mysterious mission at a specific time and place. After completing the mission, he can receive generous rewards and rewards.

Lancelot is no longer the weak boy he was before. Not only has his strength increased greatly, but his psychological quality has also grown a lot in the past few months in the Black Thorn.

What's more, for him, the Blackthorn Competition is a real death game.

Harvey, Lilith, Boru, Leo, and Frank are all NPCs in the game. He cannot stop before clearing the level. Death in the game is the worst foreseeable result.

【Then, let me save this princess named Sarah.】

Under the illumination of the white crystal, Lancelot began to observe the door carefully, trying to find clues to enter the castle.

There was a thick layer of rust on the surface of the door lock, which had obviously not been used for many years.

Lancelot concentrated his energy, detected the properties of the door lock, and found that there was no magic fluctuation on it.

【How about just breaking the lock open?】

Thinking of this, the boy condensed a white magic power in his right hand, and then released a hard icicle from his palm, hitting the door lock hard!

With a crisp sound, the door lock broke into two pieces and then fell to the ground with a clatter.

【That's it?】

Lancelot was a little speechless. He thought it was a puzzle game, but in the end he still had to use his fists to speak.

The boy pushed open the heavy door, and the scene inside came into view.

The interior of the tower was much more spacious than Lancelot imagined, and a dim corridor led directly to the interior.

On both sides of the walkway are stone walls covered with green moss, and hanging on the stone walls are several torches that have been extinguished for an unknown period of time.

Lancelot muttered a spell silently, and the white crystal in his hand floated into the air.

The crystal was first directly in front of Lancelot's head, and then began to rotate rapidly around Lancelot.

After saying that, the afterimage left by the rotation of the white crystal did not disappear, but turned into an entity, forming a dazzling white halo around Lancelot.

The surrounding scene began to become clearer, and many strange lines appeared on the stone wall, with the same strange purple light flowing on them.

Purple light loomed, and Lancelot silently recited a spell again, preparing to use detection magic to determine the nature of the light.

[The magic that overflows from the purple lines is not lethal. This kind of magic was exclusively used by the royal family in ancient times and served as a decoration. 】

After Lancelot confirmed the nature of the light, he carefully stretched out his right hand and gently touched the stone wall with his fingertips.

Damp, sticky, cold.

This was Lancelot's first feeling.

This was Lancelot's first feeling.

The boy took several deep breaths, kept his heart calm, and continued to move forward.

After walking straight ahead for nearly two minutes, Lancelot felt something was not right.

According to the speed he was walking, he should have walked a distance of three hundred meters, but this corridor seemed to have no end.

Wherever the eye goes, it keeps extending forward, and the torches on the wall are like copy and paste. No matter how far forward they are, they will not change.

【What exactly is going on? 】

Lancelot began to feel a little nervous. He walked forward for three minutes and decided to stop.

Looking back, the scenes on both sides were exactly the same.

Although it is a dream, it is normal for some situations that are not consistent with common sense to occur, but the cold and damp environment around it is so real.

Lancelot felt like he was not dreaming, but that he was forcibly abducted by someone while resting in the basement of the castle, and then thrown into this dilapidated town.

Lancelot looked above his head. The narrow ceiling was made of cold, old stones, and there was no clue.

【Damn it, am I going to be trapped here forever? 】

The boy thought of this and suddenly had an idea.

He muttered a spell to detect magic in a low voice, and a beam of light green light swayed from his half-clenched fists and spread rapidly toward both ends of the corridor.

【bite!】

A crisp sound sounded next to Lancelot's ears, which must have been a reaction somewhere.

When magic detects something abnormal, it will provide timely feedback to the caster.

The boy knelt down and stroked the rough wall with his right hand.

【So hot!】

Lancelot retracted his fingers as if being burned by fire. The temperature of the brick was extremely high, as if something was sealed inside.

"Bang!"

The boy took a deep breath and used his palm to accurately hit the abnormal brick.

"Wow~"

The earthen wall suddenly began to collapse, stone bricks fell to the ground, and a hole immediately opened in front of him for a person to pass through.

(End of chapter)