I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 97 A false alarm

"Thank you." Lancelot and Lilith each picked up a cup of coffee from the tray.

"Carol, how many times have I told you that I don't need sugar in my coffee." Harvey complained as he looked at the layer of white liquid floating on the surface of the cup.

"Harvey, you are the only one who has a lot of trouble." Carol said angrily: "How is the investigation going? Is there any result?"

Harvey glanced at Lancelot and replied in a calm tone: "I don't know who the mysterious man is yet, but I found something more interesting."

"Something more interesting?" Carol sat back in her chair, her tone full of curiosity.

"That mysterious man is a heretic."

"What?!" Carol's eyes widened, this sentence obviously shocked her.

Harvey smiled helplessly and said: "Carol, you should feel lucky that that person is not Molière."

Carol said nothing after hearing this, and a trace of sadness flashed across her beautiful face.

Lancelot saw the strange look on the other person's face and asked: "Who is Molière?"

"It's an old friend. It has nothing to do with you. Let's continue the topic." Harvey put the coffee on the table with a look of disgust, and then said: "Robert lied to me, Lancelot, you are not a wizard."

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After Lancelot heard these words, his heart beat faster, his hands clenched the sheets, and his face became extremely pale.

Carol felt even more confused at this time and asked Harvey: "What's going on?"

"The magic circle laid out by the mysterious man for Lilith belongs to white magic." Harvey explained slowly: "Lilith and I both have wizard blood, so when we encountered white magic, we suffered a huge backlash.

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"Is this true?" Carol looked at Lancelot. She never expected that this sudden incident was related to pagans.

Pagans have been hunted by wizards for more than two hundred years. This profession that was once at the top is almost extinct in the current Cordia continent.

Nowadays, few people mention the word "magician". There is no doubt that in the near future, magicians will be completely lost in the torrent of history.

Lancelot nodded silently, and now he could only face all this calmly.

Before deciding to enter the Wizarding Academy, Lancelot had not considered the consequences of his identity being exposed, but he did not expect that this day would come so early.

Harvey didn't speak. He picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip. The taste of milk on his tongue made him frown slightly.

"Lilith, do you know that Lancelot is not a descendant of a wizard?"

"I know." Lilith spread her hands, "Lancelot told me from the beginning."

At this time, Harvey showed his usual gentle smile and said to Lancelot: "Lancelot, I didn't understand the real situation, I'm sorry."

Harvey was also very confused in his heart: That guy Rob suddenly sent this boy to the academy, and then even fabricated Lancelot's life experience out of thin air in the letter of introduction. What was the reason behind it?

"Lancelot, you and that heretic..." Harvey pushed up his glasses, trying to further confirm his guess.

"Teacher Harvey, I swear that I have nothing to do with that pagan." Before Harvey could finish asking, Lancelot interrupted him eagerly.

However, as soon as Lancelot's words came out of his mouth, he immediately regretted them. If Harvey didn't mean that, Lancelot's words would have been a self-inflicted mistake.

"Lancelot, what's wrong with you?" Lilith asked with concern, holding the boy's right hand.

"It's nothing." Lancelot just wanted to escape from here immediately. He had a hunch that Harvey had guessed his identity.

"Lancelot, don't be nervous. Of course I know you have nothing to do with this attack."

Harvey smiled gently and continued: "Your magic and the magic of pagans will not cause rejection. It does not mean that you have a relationship with pagans. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Ming, I understand..." Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. Fortunately, Harvey didn't think that way.

"I saw that magic power automatically returning to your alien space. It seemed to have self-awareness. This is very strange."

Carol listened quietly to the conversation between the two, her expression became very serious, and she finally realized the seriousness of this matter.

The mysterious man is not a wizard, but a pagan, and his strength is not inferior to Harvey's.

Not to mention that the number of heretics is very small, this guy dared to appear so blatantly in the frost forest near the wizard academy, and also attacked Lilith, who was a princess. This guy seemed not to take the wizard academy seriously at all.

In Carol's impression, pagans always lurk in the shadows, because once they appear in the world's sight, they will be hunted down by all wizards as soon as possible.

No one would be stupid enough to send someone to their door. The mysterious man's behavior is completely unreasonable.

The only thing that comforted Carol was that this mysterious man was not Molière.

"Well, it's getting late. You and Lilith go back to the apartment first. I'll discuss this matter with you next time when I clear my mind, okay?"

"Okay." After hearing Harvey's words, the big stone hanging in Lancelot's heart finally fell to the ground.

Just like that, Lancelot and Lilith bowed goodbye to the two of them, and then walked out of the medical room.

A crescent moon hung in the dark blue night sky, and sparse stars dotted the rest of the blank space.

The night wind was biting and biting. Lancelot and Lilith were walking side by side on the deserted street. The surrounding environment was extremely quiet and they could clearly hear their footsteps.

The dim yellow street lamp stretched the shadows of the two people. The wick of the street lamp was not an ordinary candle, but made of a special magic material. It absorbed sunlight during the day and could rely on its own light at night.

The two of them were silent along the way. This situation was obviously not normal.

Lancelot is still worried about whether Harvey will discover his true identity. He needs to find a reasonable reason to ensure that his identity as a magic apprentice is not discovered.

Lilith, on the other hand, simply didn't want to talk because she was too tired. Since the first day she entered the wizarding academy, a series of strange things happened that completely disrupted the rhythm of her life.

About ten minutes later, the two came to the intersection of the men's and women's apartments.

Lilith stopped, looked into Lancelot's eyes, and said worriedly: "Lancelot, what are you worried about?"

"I'm fine, Lilith." Lancelot forced a smile.

Lilith knew very well that the boy was hiding something from her, but she was too tired.

Now she just wants to return to the apartment as soon as possible, take a shower, lie down in a warm bed, and have a good sleep.

"See you tomorrow, Lancelot."

"See you tomorrow."

(End of chapter)