I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 80 Awakening from Dream

"Hoo, ho, ho." Lancelot gasped, his face flushed red in his sleep, as if someone had strangled his neck and he would soon suffocate to death.

The next second, the boy woke up from his dream, opened his eyes and saw the furnishings in the room: a brown square desk, a two-meter-high wardrobe, and the staff given to him by Rob, leaning against the window.

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Only then did Lancelot realize that everything just now was still just a strange dream, but the scenes that happened in the dream were extremely real.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and found that his pajamas were wet with cold sweat.

A breeze blew outside the window, and the light blue curtains fluttered with the wind. Lancelot suddenly felt refreshed.

【It feels so good to return to reality.】

Lancelot stood up and opened the curtains, the sunlight was a bit dazzling.

The boy stuck his head out of the window and breathed in the fresh air greedily. He saw that most of the snow on the road had melted, revealing dark green turf. The crisp chirping of birds made his heart calm.

"Huh~"

Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the desk, sat down, and began to think about what had happened in the past few days.

It's very messy, this is his most intuitive feeling.

Ever since arriving in Wayne City and entering the Wizarding Academy, nothing has been normal.

As if possessed by the legendary Lord of Disaster, bizarre events came one after another.

【It’s really outrageous.】

It has to be said that Lilith's decision to drag him into the Frost Forest was extremely stupid.

However, the experience of the past few days has made him immune to this kind of thing, and everything is normal but not normal.

Frank and Lilith both claimed that it was impossible for a large group of monsters to appear on the edge of the Demonic Forest, but Lancelot happened to encounter them.

Not only that, but he also recruited a powerful wizard.

"What happened after I used space magic to break the barrier?" Lancelot murmured to himself.

At that time, he had completely lost consciousness before he could see the figure of the warg clearly.

When he woke up, he was already lying in the college's medical room. Later, after listening to Harvey's explanation, he realized that he had been attacked and seriously injured.

Lancelot carefully recalled the scene of the battle. He used his mental power to fight the wolves, and the war gun played a vital role.

"By the way, where's my gun?" Lancelot suddenly exclaimed something bad. He glanced around the room subconsciously and saw no trace of the gun at all.

The boy began to recite the space magic spell silently: "er!"

His right hand felt an invisible pressure, and a silvery white light began to glow in the half-clasped palm.

After a few seconds, the light faded, but nothing appeared.

"Damn it, I lost it!" Lancelot thought guiltily, this was a gift given to him by Lilith.

He could already imagine the girl's furious expression on him, and beads of sweat began to form on her forehead.

[Obviously I was still holding it in my hand at that time... Well, no matter what, you can’t blame me for this.] Lancelot thought to himself to comfort himself.

Lancelot's thoughts went all the way to yesterday's dream, in which the mist-filled world was full of mystery.

The night sky, woods, fires, wizards, magic circles, helpless mother and son, everything was reorganized and performed in Lancelot's mind.

Then, a beautiful and slightly pale face appeared in Lancelot's mind, that was Lilith's dead mother.

【Lilith’s mother is still alive?】

Lancelot still vaguely remembered what the witch said to him, and it seemed that she had been staying in another world since her death. He was very surprised that the witch actually knew that he was Lilith's friend.

[But she admitted that she had died three years ago and denied that that world was hell."

Lancelot had no clue about this, and he didn't even know why he kept dreaming of some extremely weird scenes for no reason.

[Are there any side effects after traveling through time?]

The boy could only comfort himself that the dream was just a figment of his imagination and did not really exist.

Lancelot lay on the table, becoming listless again.

It had been less than a week since he came to the city of Venn. In just a few days, Lancelot almost lost his life.

This made Lancelot fearful for the next three years.

Gloria transferred all her talents to herself, including luck, but this talent did not seem to bring good luck to Lancelot.

But the people and things around me have changed, and life is still miserable.

——

"Dong, dong." There was a knock on the door in Lancelot's ears.

"Lancelot, are you awake?" Frank asked through the door.

"Um."

Lancelot agreed and immediately opened the door.

"Breakfast is already prepared, come out and eat." Frank chuckled, wearing a beige apron around his waist.

Lancelot was a little surprised when he heard it, and followed Frank to the living room.

The rectangular dining table was covered with a sky blue tablecloth, with an exquisite candlestick placed in the center, and two white armchairs were pulled out.

"Sit down."

"It turns out it's already so late." Lancelot sat down at the dining table and glanced at the clock on the wall. The hour hand was already pointing to ten o'clock.

"Yes, after breakfast time, there is nothing to eat in the cafeteria." Frank took off his apron and put it behind the armchair, and then sat down.

"Has the dining hall reopened again?" Lancelot asked.

"Of course, we can't let hundreds of us drink from the northwest wind."

Dinner plates and knives and forks were already placed in front of the two of them. On the plate was a triangular sandwich, next to it was a glass of steaming milk.

"It looks pretty good," Lancelot said, staring at the sandwich on the plate in front of him.

"Hey, try it. This is the flour and bacon I brought from the island. You can't buy it on the mainland."

Frank picked up the sandwich and took a big bite, then chewed it deliciously.

Lancelot couldn't help but smile when he heard this. He didn't expect this guy to bring so many ingredients to the academy all the way.

After not eating for a whole day, his stomach was already growling with hunger. Lancelot was not polite, picked up the sandwich and took a big bite.

The bread is very soft and melts in your mouth.

The thickly sliced ​​bacon is chewy, slightly salty, but has a unique flavor.

Served with a few slices of cabbage that only grows in water, the tender juice is accompanied by firm meat slices, and several completely different flavors spread between the teeth, but they are perfectly blended into one.

Lancelot couldn't help being stunned. He had never eaten such delicious food in his whole life.

You know, when he lived in the orphanage, the money the director gave him was only enough to buy some food that was about to spoil, so the taste was naturally greatly reduced.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is simply a kind of enjoyment.

Frank secretly observed Lancelot's expression with his peripheral vision, and was obviously very satisfied with the other person's reaction.

Lancelot raised the cup of hot milk and asked hesitantly: "Frank, your milk..."

(End of chapter)