I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 85 Incurable Burns

The moment Dinah took off her gloves, everyone was dumbfounded.

Lilith let out a low cry, and the scene in front of her shocked her.

Although Dinah's skin is not as white and flawless as Lilith's, it is still very white and tender, but under her smooth and delicate wrists, Dinah's hands actually show a large area of ​​dark red!

"Hey" Dinah sighed softly. She originally thought that choosing Lancelot to decide the punishment was the most appropriate choice, but who knew that it would make herself feel embarrassed instead.

"Since we are friends, let's tell the truth."

Dinah opened her dark red palms, and there was a layer of fine lines on the surface of her skin, which were tightly adhered together like scales.

"This is caused by burns." Dinah's tone became very depressed. Girls are born to love beauty, and you can imagine how embarrassing it is to expose your ugly hands in front of so many people.

Amanda hugged Dinah and patted her back gently in an attempt to comfort her.

Lancelot broke into a cold sweat when he saw Dinah looking like she was about to cry. He did not expect that Dinah was wearing black gloves to cover the scars left by the burns.

"I'm sorry, Dinah, I didn't know that was why you..."

"It's okay." Dinah smiled and shook her head: "Lancelot, this is not your fault."

Lilith reacted from the shock, and she said softly: "Dina, don't be sad, I will let Aunt Carol find a way to heal your hands, and they will definitely return to their original state."

"It's useless, Lilith."

Dinah smiled helplessly. She lowered her head and put her gloves back on, and then explained: "This is not an ordinary burn. It is impossible for magic medicine to cure it."

Lilith was speechless upon hearing this and could only nod silently.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, but the burn scar on Dinah's hand was inextricably related to the question she drew.

Of course, she was more reluctant to tell the answer to that question than to show the scars under her gloves.

"Amanda, it's your turn next." Dinah breathed a sigh of relief and her tone returned to normal.

Amanda picked up the note on the lawn, glanced at the content on it, and then read it softly: "Well, the question I got is, what is the thing you want most."

"Hey, this question was originally prepared for myself." Dinah said in a joking tone. It seemed that she had gotten rid of the negative emotions just now.

"Well... there are a lot of things I want to get." Amanda said and put her chin on her right hand and began to think.

Lancelot stared at the other person's red hair, and a special feeling came to his heart.

Perhaps because of Amanda's tone when she spoke, the red-haired girl's voice was simply too gentle.

"What I want most is a dragon."

"..." The other four people were immediately speechless.

"Amanda, did I hear you correctly? You said that the thing you want most is a dragon?" Frank looked at the weak and petite girl in front of him in disbelief. This answer seemed very inconsistent.

"I know this idea is very unrealistic, but I really think so~" Amanda pursed her lips and said softly.

Frank had no choice but to accept this fact, and then opened the note in his hand: "Who has the greatest influence on you?"

"This question is quite normal." Frank grinned and blurted out the answer: "The people who have the greatest influence on me are my ancestors."

"..." Now it was the others' turn to be speechless for the second time.

Lancelot rubbed his temples. From Dinah to Frank, everyone's answers refreshed his understanding.

"My ancestor passed away two hundred years ago. He was the second greatest demon in the continent at that time... Oh, no, wizard, he is my beacon on the road to learning magic."

Lancelot was shocked when he heard this: Could it be that the word Frank wanted to say but changed his mind just now was magician?!

"Frank, why do you call him the second greatest wizard?" Lilith asked her own question: "Then who is the first greatest wizard?"

Frank scratched his head and replied: "Well, I don't know, because people on the island say so."

"Hey, Lancelot, it's your turn, why are you dazed?"

Frank patted Lancelot on the shoulder, interrupting the boy's thinking.

"Oh, okay, okay." Lancelot smiled apologetically, opened the note and read out the content word for word: "The thing that made you happiest in the past week."

After Lancelot finished reading, he actually laughed happily, and he said his answer without hesitation: "There is no doubt that the happiest thing is this picnic."

"It is my greatest honor to be able to meet you and become friends." Lancelot said sincerely.

"You guys are so disgusting." Frank's joke made everyone laugh. Indeed, today was the happiest day since they entered the Wizarding Academy.

"Okay, the game is over."

At this time, the sun is no longer as bright as it was at noon, but the number of people around Shuxin Lake has not decreased. These students, like Lancelot and others, have formed small groups to exchange feelings with each other.

Dinah clapped her hands and smiled: "How about we find a topic to talk about. It's still early for dinner."

Frank raised his right hand: "I agree."

"I thought of a good topic." Lancelot, who was sitting next to him, said.

"Lancelot, what do you think of?" Lilith cooperated with an expectant expression on her face.

"Dream." Lancelot paused and then said: "What is everyone's dream?"

The other four did not speak, but judging from their reactions, they did not object to Lancelot's proposal.

"Then let's start from me." Lancelot said and his expression became serious.

"My dream is to become a wizard." The boy glanced at Lilith when he said this, and then added: "I want to become a great wizard so that I can protect the people I want to protect."

After Lancelot finished speaking, several familiar scenes came to mind: his mother by the fire, the witch Gloria in the castle, and Lilith in the frost forest.

There is no doubt that Lancelot is lying, but only in this way can Lilith's doubts be dispelled.

"What a boring dream." Frank curled his lips and said, his tone full of ridicule.

But Lancelot was not angry. Frank was just joking. Now he has long been used to it.

"Then tell me, what is your dream?" Dinah was a little dissatisfied with Frank's attitude and asked unconvinced.

Frank patted the boy on the shoulder: "Lancelot, I am different from you. My dream is to return to the Isle of Gont."

"..."

(End of chapter)