I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 99 The dead old man

Lancelot took a closer look and saw that he was an old man.

The old man was estimated to be 1.8 meters tall, with gray hair and a haggard face. He was holding a cane in his right hand, and his left hand resting on the door panel could not stop shaking.

"Young man, who are you and why are you here?" the old man asked Lancelot with his eyes wide and cloudy, his eyes full of doubts.

"Hello, my name is Lancelot. I was sleeping in bed before this." Lancelot used honorifics unknowingly.

In this world, there are only distinctions between status and inferiority, and there is no such thing as respecting the elderly and caring for the young. However, Lancelot still retains some habits from his previous life.

The old man's eyes froze after hearing this, obviously confused by the boy's words.

He looked the boy up and down a few more times, his eyes resting on the long white hair, and then said slowly: "Come in and talk, kid."

"Bang!" The door was slammed shut.

Lancelot walked into the castle and was stunned by the scene in front of him.

There is no furniture in the castle, only a few wooden chairs and square tables, and rows of bookshelves against the wall, densely packed with books.

What was placed on the square table were glass containers similar to chemical instruments, filled with colorful unknown liquids, and some of the bottles were still bubbling.

What's even more exaggerated is that in a corner near the right hand side, a fire was set up. On the fire was a large black iron pot. Lancelot took a closer look and saw that it was filled with boiling purple liquid.

A few drops splashed out from time to time.

"Um, can I touch the things here?" Lancelot asked the old man.

"Of course, my child." The wrinkles on the old man's face gathered at the corners of his eyes, revealing a somewhat charming smile.

Driven by strong curiosity, Lancelot walked to one of the tables, picked up one of the empty glasses and looked at it carefully.

Although there is still a gap in workmanship compared to real chemical instruments, it is enough to be used as an ordinary water cup.

"Are there such fine glass products in this era?" Lancelot looked at the glass in his hand in surprise. The sight in front of him obviously broke his cognition.

"My name is Gede. It seems that you are very interested in these things." There was a hint of joy in the old man's eyes.

"Gede, did you make all these things yourself?"

"Yes, this is my laboratory."

After hearing this, Lancelot almost screamed out in surprise. He once suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"Lancelot, tell me about you." The old man said and moved two chairs and handed one to Lancelot.

"Thank you." Lancelot took the chair and the two sat opposite each other.

"Gede, have you already?" It was difficult for Lancelot to say that word. This was undoubtedly a very rude behavior.

The old man chuckled and said the answer lightly: "Yes, I have been dead for two hundred years."

"Two hundred years" Lancelot murmured to himself.

"What about you?" the old man asked.

"I'm not dead, I just come to this world occasionally in my sleep." Lancelot said calmly, and the soft light in the castle made him feel particularly at ease.

"Oh?" the old man asked in a surprised tone: "This is a strange thing, you shouldn't appear in this world."

"So, can you tell me where exactly this is?"

The old man shook his head and showed a mysterious smile, obviously not wanting to tell Lancelot the truth.

"What about the fog around here? What's going on?" Lancelot's tone became excited.

Lancelot looked around and found that there was no fog at all inside the castle, which suddenly gave him an ominous premonition.

"I'm sorry, Lancelot, I can't tell you, it won't do you any good." The old man said in a helpless tone.

"Since I don't belong here, what should I do to leave?" Lancelot asked the question he was most concerned about at the moment.

"The answer is right in front of you." The old man raised his right hand and pointed.

Lancelot looked in the direction of his finger, and it was exactly the large iron pot filled with purple liquid that he noticed when he entered the door.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you mean." Lancelot looked at the old man warily.

The old man stood up on crutches and waved to Lancelot: "Before answering this question, I want to show you something first."

Lancelot followed the old man with a confused expression, and then the two of them stopped in front of the fourth row of bookshelves on the left.

"Pa!" Gerd snapped his fingers, and a book in the middle of the top layer fell down with a sound, and then fell steadily into Lancelot's arms.

"This is." Lancelot looked down at the book in his hand. There were several large words written on the dark red cover: Book of Prophecy.

"This is my gift to you, Lancelot." The old man said as he left the bookshelf on crutches and walked tremblingly towards the cauldron.

Lancelot couldn't stand it anymore. He held the book of prophecy in his left hand and gently supported the old man with his right hand.

Soon the two of them were standing in front of the fire, and the boiling purple liquid was emitting unimaginable heat.

"Lancelot, maybe you haven't heard of my name, but I know who you are and I know everything about you." The old man looked meaningfully into Lancelot's eyes and continued: "Perhaps from now on

We will never meet again, but you have to remember what I said to you today."

"Okay, okay." Lancelot was a little confused by the old man's words, so he could only agree hesitantly.

"Remember, no matter what, don't tell anyone your identity as a time traveler." The old man said word by word.

When Lancelot heard this, he was stunned as if struck by lightning, and his mind went blank for a moment.

At this moment, he felt like 10,000 fucks in his heart, and he even had the urge to flee the castle immediately.

[How does he know that I am a time traveler? Is he the same? Or did he see it from the beginning? 】

Lancelot asked frantically in his heart, and his whole body began to tremble due to extreme fear.

"Lancelot, what's wrong with you?" The old man stretched out his right hand in confusion and patted Lancelot on the shoulder.

"No, it's nothing." Lancelot's breathing became rapid, suppressing the fear in his heart, and said: "I will remember it, thank you."

"So, can you tell me how to get out of here now?" Lancelot asked tentatively.

The old man's face showed a charming smile again: "Jump in."

"ah?"

Lancelot stared wide-eyed at the cauldron filled with boiling liquid, with huge purple bubbles floating on the surface from time to time.

"Is this old man crazy? This is obviously asking me to commit suicide." Lancelot looked at the old man in disbelief.

"Lancelot, you are a smart man and know what to do."

As soon as the words fell, the old man's figure disappeared into thin air.

(End of chapter)