I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 7 Keep walking

Lancelot followed Gloria out.

The late autumn midday sun was warm and shone on Lancelot's childish and pale face.

It was too late last night, so he could only see the situation around the house clearly now.

Gloria's home was built on a clearing on the mountainside of Montenegro, surrounded by tall cedars.

Because it had just rained, the ground felt a little soft under his feet, but Lancelot suspected that it was an illusion caused by his weak constitution.

There seemed to be no one else living on the Black Mountain, and the cold and humid air after the rain was wrapped in the mist, making the boy's dirty face ache.

Lancelot could smell the stench emanating from his body, thanks to yesterday's heavy rain that washed away most of the filth.

I don’t know how many days the original owner of this body had not bathed, or whether he had never bathed since he was born.

Every step Lancelot took was awkward, and it seemed that it would take some time to get used to this new body.

With a graceful back, Gloria gracefully walked into an overgrown path on the left.

"Lancelot, follow me quickly. We still have a long way to go."

The sunlight above his head was blocked by the tall cedar forest, and there were unnamed low shrubs under his feet. Lancelot stepped on the soil with one foot and one foot. He found that the witch's pace became faster and faster.

It's like being in a hurry to get somewhere.

"Gloria, didn't you say you would take me around home?" Lancelot gasped.

"No, don't talk too much, just follow me."

Gloria looked back at the boy, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes.

"Otherwise I"

"Otherwise, you'll turn me into a frog, right?"

Gloria frowned, turned around and continued walking forward, taking longer steps than before.

For the next five hours, the two of them didn't say a word.

No matter how much Lancelot apologized, Gloria remained unmoved and kept walking forward at a speed close to a trot.

Lancelot was very confused by this. When he woke up, the witch seemed to have changed.

Dragging his severely malnourished body, he followed the witch solely by force of will.

Because no matter where the witch wants to take him, he can only do it. This is the only choice at the moment.

The two of them walked through the dense forest, going downhill, uphill, and over several hills.

"Gloria, I really can't leave." Lancelot used his last breath of strength to spit out these words.

However, before he could finish speaking, his eyes darkened and he fell back.

"puff!"

Gloria heard the sound of the boy falling to the ground, and then turned back and stopped.

She walked up to Lancelot, knelt down to check on the boy, and found that he had passed out.

Gloria lifted the boy's thin body into her arms and stood up to continue on her way. She lowered her head and glanced at the boy's dirty and tired face, and let out a long sigh.

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"My head hurts!"

Lancelot opened his eyelids forcefully, and there seemed to be fire flickering in front of his eyes. He blinked hard twice, and then he could see the surrounding environment clearly.

"Crack!"

The burning pyre shot out golden sparks, and the flames shot up to a height of two meters, making the surrounding air unbearably hot.

Six figures in robes stood in a circle around the fire. Their faces were all hidden under black hoods, and their specific appearances could not be seen clearly.

Lancelot looked at these figures with a blank expression, not knowing what the situation was now.

Ever since I traveled to another world, I haven't spent much time awake.

Constantly falling into coma, waking up, and falling into coma again

This made him extremely depressed.

The boy was lying on his side on the ground. He wanted to stand up, but found that his hands and feet were tightly tied with hemp ropes.

He gritted his teeth, secretly encouraged himself, suppressed his blush and wanted to free his hands.

After five attempts back and forth, his energy was exhausted. He decided to give up the useless struggle and turned his attention to those unfamiliar figures.

All six of them were seen with their heads lowered, muttering something in their mouths, and they didn't seem to notice that the boy had woken up.

This scene is a bit like monks reciting scriptures, except that the sounds from their mouths are not like humans, but more like the indistinct roars of beasts.

He suddenly had an ominous premonition. He had seen some European and American movies with strong religious overtones in his previous life. Such scenes were often the opening ceremony of some evil sect's ritual.

The person who was tied up with hemp rope was undoubtedly the sacrifice of this evil ritual.

By the light of the fire, Lancelot noticed that one of them had an excellent figure. Even in the dim light, it was not difficult to see the alluring figure wrapped in a black robe.

This reminded him of a certain person.

"Did anyone bring it?" one of the men suddenly asked.

Lancelot quickly interrupted his thoughts and focused on the conversation between the two people in front of him.

"Yes, I brought it." The witch said and bowed to the man in black robe.

This bow just allowed Lancelot to see clearly the face under the black cloak, which was none other than Gloria.

"Woman? Or that boy?"

"I brought both of them, Lord William." Gloria replied in a respectful tone.

"Very good, well done. Also, how is the arrangement of the magic circle?"

Gloria frowned when she heard this, and the powerful aura emanating from this man made her breathless.

But what made her feel even more uncomfortable was the unabashed arrogance in the other person's words.

"Yes, everything is ready as planned."

William looked at the witch in front of him with cold eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said: "It's best this way."

"Lilith, bring that woman here." Gloria turned around and said in a commanding tone to another black-robed wizard behind her.

"Okay." As soon as he finished speaking, one of the wizards was seen leaving the fire in a hurry. Because the light was too dark, Lancelot could not see the other person's face clearly this time.

[It looks like there are other sacrifices. 】

【Who is Gloria? 】

【What are these guys going to do next?】

Lancelot was extremely confused inside. On the one hand, he felt desperate about the current situation, and on the other hand, he was debating whether to call out Gloria's name.

Maybe the other party is just joking with me

Although the witch's temperament changed drastically after she woke up, he had an unspeakable trust in Gloria, and the witch was not a bad person.

[No, is it because I told her about Cazorla?]

Just as Lancelot was struggling, a black figure began to slowly walk towards him.

Lancelot pretended to close his eyes, and when he saw the person clearly, he was happy at first, but then his mood fell to the bottom.

There was an expression on Gloria's face that he had never seen before - greed.

It seems that her goal is not a weak human boy, but a door to eternal life.

(End of chapter)