I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 98 Return to the Demonic Forest

By the time Lancelot returned to the apartment, Frank had already gone back to his room to sleep.

Frank always went to bed very early. This guy started yawning before nine o'clock every day. Even so, he would still be late the next day because he stayed in bed.

Lancelot hurriedly washed his face, then rinsed his feet with water in the washbasin, and then went to the kitchen to check whether the fire source had been extinguished. This was something he had to do every day.

The common lighting method in the college is kerosene lamp, and safe use of fire is the most basic common sense.

The boy walked into the room, locked the door, put on his pajamas and lay down.

Soon, the bed began to feel warm.

It has to be said that the quality of the quilts provided by the college is completely different from the tattered cotton batting provided by the orphanage.

Not only that, except for the lack of modern equipment, the other conditions in the apartment were countless times better than the ten-square-meter single room that Lancelot rented in his previous life.

"..."

Lancelot suddenly began to feel restless.

Overgrowth!

The Grasp of Immortality!

Deadly rhythm!

Phase rush!

Absolute focus!

Calm and relaxed

Half an hour later, Lancelot lay flat on the bed contentedly, staring at the ceiling blankly.

A soiled handkerchief was thrown beside the bed.

Happy time is always so short. After a moment of joy, Lancelot began to fall into melancholy again.

The sneak attack in the Frost Forest was like a dark cloud, always lingering in his mind.

[Harvey and Carol seem to be very concerned about this matter, but so far, apart from knowing that the other party is a sanctuary-level wizard, they have not found any valuable clues. 】

[Leo seemed very unhappy with himself, so he had to give up the idea of ​​making friends with him. 】

And Lilith lost her temper with him for no apparent reason in the evening, which made him feel very helpless.

After entering the Wizarding Academy, he tried his best to please everyone and tried to actively integrate into the group.

[But if this continues, how long can I keep my true identity concealed? 】

Less than a week after school started, a series of bizarre things happened, and all kinds of troubles followed.

At this moment, he remembered what the witch once said: Luck is also a kind of talent, but he always felt that the goddess of luck had never favored him.

But fortunately, formal combat training will begin tomorrow, and I can finally learn new magic.

The excellent results in the mental test made Lancelot full of confidence in his talent.

Lancelot's brain began to get excited again. He could already imagine the scene that would make others exclaim in class tomorrow, and he began to wonder whether he should major in fire magic or ice magic.

Only children make choices, and I want them all!

At this moment, Lancelot's mind was filled with images of pretending to be slapped in the face. The chicken soup he had vowed to work hard that day had long been forgotten.

After a long time, Lancelot finally fell asleep.

——

Tucker Town, Demonic Forest.

"Hoo, ho, ho."

The woods were filled with gray fog, and a white figure was walking through the woods.

The surrounding monsters stared with scarlet eyes, watching this strange human being run into the depths of the forest.

"What's going on? What am I doing?" Lancelot looked at the rapidly retreating trees on both sides and shouted in horror.

He wanted to stop, but his body refused to obey him at all. His legs were still swinging wildly, and the surrounding scenery kept changing.

Especially those monsters that were eyeing him eagerly made Lancelot's heart jump into his throat.

He suddenly remembered that he had seen this scene somewhere, and the answer was obvious. It was exactly what he had experienced when he entered the Demonic Forest half a month ago.

[Damn it, wasn’t I sleeping? Why did I end up in the Demonic Forest?!]

Lancelot glanced around in panic, and found that his feet were filled with gray-white mist.

He instantly understood that he had traveled to this mist-shrouded world after falling asleep.

"It's simply poisonous." Lancelot complained in his heart.

However, he could only watch the situation develop. Because he lost control of his body, Lancelot was like an unconscious machine, running crazily towards the center of the Demonic Forest.

A few minutes later, Lancelot felt a sudden enlightenment before his eyes. He had run out of the jungle and arrived at the open space in the center of the Demonic Forest.

A huge old castle stands here. Looking up, you can see the black spire, the bloody full moon, and the dense clouds.

Lancelot lowered his head and looked at his feet. He had the impression that this place was a green land full of grass, but at this moment it was completely covered by this damn fog, and it was impossible to see the scene on the ground clearly.

[So, am I going to enter the castle next?] Lancelot thought silently, waiting for his body's next move.

For a long time, there was no response.

Lancelot tried to twist his shoulders and was surprised to find that he had regained control of his body.

[What should I do now?] Lancelot spread his hands and shook his head several times to keep himself awake.

Lancelot simply sat down on the ground and began to think.

The last time he came to the castle was half a month ago. At that time, the monsters in the Demonic Forest did not attack him because of the witch.

The same is true this time. Regardless of the reason, this is undoubtedly a good thing for Lancelot whose combat effectiveness is basically zero.

The old castle of Nuoda is right in front of you. The yellowish light is shining through the narrow crack in the door and onto the gray fog on the ground, forming a dark yellow light strip.

Lancelot deduced from this that there must be someone in the castle.

"Gloria?"

Lancelot rejected this idea in the next second.

He remembered that when he first traveled to another world, the person he was talking to was Lilith's mother, a witch who died three years ago.

Unless Gloria also died, and her soul, like Lilith's mother, was left in this world full of mist forever.

Perhaps just out of intuition, Lancelot was very sure that the person in the castle was not Gloria.

So, who will be in the castle at this moment?

Lancelot stood up from the ground, walked towards the door step by step, and decided to enter the castle to find out.

He knows very well that there is no way to return to the real world without triggering certain specific events.

"Dong, dong dong." Lancelot knocked on the door.

"Who's out there?"

A hoarse cry came from inside the door.

Lancelot did not answer, but continued to knock three times: "Dong, dong dong."

"Squeak!" Lancelot heard the sound of the door lock twisting and subconsciously took a step back.

The heavy door was slowly pushed open, and a white head poked out from the crack in the door.

(End of chapter)