I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 3 Good Night

The ten-hour journey was far away. Although Lancelot had the soul of a twenty-eight-year-old, his body was still that of a twelve-year-old child.

His legs were extremely sore from traveling for a long time. At this time, they were passing through a village with only a dozen households. Each household had closed its doors and windows, as if they did not welcome their arrival.

Lancelot also noticed a brown carriage parked on the roadside. The driver, who was dressed in coarse cloth, leaned back on the seat and crossed his legs on the horse, looking at the witch and the boy with curious eyes.

The boy couldn't help but whisper to Gloria: "Gloria, can we take a carriage to your house?"

Surprisingly, this time the witch did not say that she wanted to turn Lancelot into a frog, but readily agreed to Lancelot's request.

"Let's go to Hogus Montenegro." Gloria, carrying her black robe, got into the carriage and said to the coachman.

"What are you going to do in Montenegro? Dig herbs, or hunt demons?" The coachman looked at the witch and the child hesitantly, "You don't look like a magician or a demon hunter."

Gloria did not answer, but took out a bright silver coin to pay the bill.

The driver quickly took the silver coin and put it into his pocket, remaining silent.

Lancelot's eyes suddenly widened, staring at the currency of this world, and familiar memories flooded into his mind again:

[Silver coin: On the front is the head of Alexander I, and on the back is the battle ax that pierced the dragon. The dragon-slaying ax is the emblem of the Rhine Principality.]

[It is said that when Alexander I ascended the throne, he tied a sacred dragon to the throne, chopped off its head with a giant axe, and sat on the throne to drink the dragon's blood. From then on, his descendants possessed the power of the dragon.

Although this is only reflected in their sustained fighting ability in bed.]

[The Principality of the Rhine follows the ancient hexadecimal system. Copper coins are the smallest denomination currency. Thirty-six copper coins are divided into one silver coin, and thirty-six silver coins are divided into one gold coin. The back is engraved with the exquisite dragon mark, so it is also called 'copper'.

Dragon', 'Silver Dragon', 'Golden Dragon'.】

[The gold coins are made of high-quality gold ore and contain a small amount of magic power, which is approximately equal to the magic power required to release a small fireball spell. 】

The silver coin that Gloria just gave is equivalent to one-half of the monthly income of an ordinary farmer.

Normally, farmers do not need these currencies that only circulate between major cities, but use barter for transactions. They are only used when going shopping in towns or buying refined coal for the winter from lords.

it.

In any case, if she can easily take out a silver coin, this witch is at least not poor.

A minute later, Lancelot finally freed his feet and sat on the rickety carriage. The corners of his mouth could not help but slightly raise, and he suddenly felt like he was leaning against a rich woman.

"The reason why I agreed to you...your request is because I was worried that you would freeze to death." Gloria looked straight ahead and said expressionlessly: "By the way...let me tell you, that is my last one.

silver."

When Lancelot heard the witch's words, his beautiful fantasy was shattered instantly, and his heart became cold.

"Gloria, you know magic. You can make some magic materials or magic scrolls to exchange for gold coins with humans."

"Impossible." Gloria simply rejected Lancelot's proposal.

"Actually, you can consider..."

"If you... keep talking nonsense, you will turn into a frog." Gloria turned to look at the boy's immature face and continued: "Also, I am a witch, please don't compare me with those low... inferior human magics

Master and master... mixed together!"

Lancelot had no choice but to shut his mouth obediently and turned to look at the rainy scene outside the car window.

Due to the heavy rain, the road became muddy and slippery, and the carriage did not move very fast. Although the driver tirelessly whipped the two horses in front of him along the way, they were just ordinary pony horses in the small town of Lineker.

, no matter what, it is impossible to compare with those tall war horses in the imperial capital market.

Three hours later, the carriage stopped outside a dense mountain forest.

"Get out of the carriage." Gloria jumped out of the carriage holding her black robe, and Lancelot jumped down as well.

"On the next road, you must... follow me closely." Gloria said softly, "This mountain is my territory, and I have set up some defensive spells to prevent ordinary people who accidentally enter the mountain.

You are lost and unable to find my residence. I will teach you how to crack it in the future."

Lancelot nodded and followed Gloria closely.

The two were walking on a muddy path in the forest. The surrounding environment was dark and cold, making Lancelot unable to see the road ahead.

"Pa!" Gloria snapped her fingers, and a ball of jumping flames suddenly ignited on her fingertips.

The flames seemed not to be affected by the rain, exuding a warm atmosphere.

Seeing the flames dancing on the witch's fingertips, Lancelot became more and more looking forward to this mysterious power.

After passing through a dense bush, a wooden house appeared in front of Lancelot's eyes.

"This is my home, and it will also be your home from now on." Gloria said calmly, then walked to the door and opened the rusty door lock with the key.

It was pitch dark inside the house, and Lancelot could not see clearly what was going on inside.

Gloria led Lancelot to a small room, pointed to the small bed on the left side of the door and said, "This is your room."

"Thank you, thank you for taking me in, Gloria." Lancelot said gratefully.

Gloria smiled slightly and her tone was much gentler: "Go to bed quickly. If anything comes up... we'll talk about it tomorrow morning."

"Good night, Lancelot."

"Good night."

Lancelot slowly closed his eyes, as if due to being too tired during the day, he fell into a deep sleep in just a few seconds.

Gloria did not leave, but sat down by the bed, holding her chin with her right hand, quietly watching Lancelot's profile, a complicated look flashed in her purple eyes.

The witch knew that when Lancelot grew up, he would be ostracized by human society and labeled as "a heretic bewitched by witches".

She tucked Lancelot into bed, placed a bunch of asters on the pillow to repel mosquitoes and fleas, then closed the door and walked out.

(End of chapter)