C6

The clear night sky was filled with stars, illuminating the quiet Maple Leaf Town. Beside the stone bridge, a petite figure was kneeling in front of the grave.

He stood up abruptly. Weak people never need tears.

Thinking of those arrogant young masters from aristocratic families, Ron's anger almost broke through the horizon. He could not bear to tear them into a thousand pieces, and a voice kept shouting out in his heart.

"Revenge, I want revenge..."

"I have to avenge grandfather..."

But Ron was soon discouraged, and the word revenge was easy to say, but it was not so easy to do.

Strength, lack of strength, not to mention that Keitley, any butler or servant from Naca Manor could beat him up to the point that he could look for his teeth on the ground.

Ron hung his head in frustration.

"Sigh, if only I was a mage …" "Then I can avenge my grandfather."

"Tomorrow... Tomorrow we will try our luck on the Ancient Maple Road, even if it's just a sliver of hope … " For now, this was the only way he could do it.

"If only I met a mage …"

At this moment, an abrupt voice rang in Ron's ears.

"Do I have to become a mage to take revenge?"

In the quiet of the night, Ron was startled by the sudden sound that made his hair stand on end.

"Who?" "Who's here?"

Ron looked around, but didn't see anyone, and his heart began to race even more.

"Child, you don't have to be afraid, I'm here …"

With that said, a mass of black gas appeared before Ron's eyes. The black gas gradually grew in size, and a human figure slowly emerged.

Terrified by the sudden appearance of this figure, Ron kept backing up and stumbled to the ground.

The old man appeared in front of Ron. He was slightly pale, wearing a black magic robe with traces of black gas surrounding his body. His pair of eyes glowed with a dark blue light, just like a wolf in the wild, appearing somewhat eerie and terrifying in the silence of the night.

"Child, you don't have to be afraid, I mean no harm …" The shadow grinned, a good-natured grin. But in Ron's eyes, it was more frightening than a ghost.

"You … "Who are you?" Ron asked in horror.

"My name is Hou Meilin, an undead mage named Hou Meilin." The old man smiled and said, "Child, what's your name?"

"I... My name is Ron. asked Ron, calming down a little at the sight of his friend's benevolence.

"You … Why are you here? "

"I am a soul form. After death, I will turn into a soul and stay there …" "I was awakened by your blood. That's why I ran out."

"Ring?" Ron looked uncomprehendingly at the unremarkable ring in his hand. It was a cheap few coppers that Grandpa Zaly had bought from a wandering businessman on his tenth birthday.

On the outside, this ring didn't have any decorations. It was just a small black metal ring. In terms of shape, even the cheapest ring looked much better than this one.

It had been activated by Ron's blood, which had flowed onto the ring, and he had been watching Ron for some time now.

When he found out that Ron wanted to become a mage, he couldn't help but jump out.

"Don't worry, Ron, I'm a spirit body, and I don't have the strength or the ability to harm you …" As if sensing the fear in Ron's heart, Homelin took the initiative to speak.

He smiled again. "Ron, can you tell me where this is?"

"Ugh …" Maple Leaf Town... " said Ron.

"Maple Leaf Town?" This was a name he had never heard before. "What is this place?"

"Maple Leaf Town is within Holy Empire …" Seeing that he didn't understand, Ron added.

"Holy Empire?" Komelin's heart skipped a beat. It was another country's name that he did not know.

"Ron, do you know about the Church of the Scourge?"

"What's going on? How is it possible that you do not even know about the Church of Calamity? " Huomelin was shocked, and he cried out involuntarily, "Is this not the Omorus Continent?"

"The Omores Continent? "I've never heard of it..." Ron shook his big head, "I only know that this is the Noah Continent …"

"Noah Continent?" "What's going on?" Huomelin's breathing quickened, "Am I in another plane? What happened after I died? "

No matter how long it had been, it felt like it had only lasted a split-second. He did not know what had happened, but in reality, 100,000 years had passed since his death.

At this time, Ron also didn't know that in the fairy tale told by the old man in Maple Leaf Town, the continent that was forsaken and punished by the God of Heaven was called — Omorus.

… ….

Ron completely put down his guard and got up, "Grandpa, why are you hiding in this ring?"

He would never forget that his disciple lied to him to drink the medicine made from "Blue Beauty Flower". This kind of medicine could make people temporarily lose their strength, and then kill them with the knife. Fortunately, his soul power was strong enough to abandon his body and hide inside the ring, otherwise, even his soul would have been burnt to ashes.

Instead, he changed the subject. "Ron, I just heard how much you want to become a magician. What's going on here?"

Looking at him, Ron felt a surge of familiarity, nothing more. He looked so much like Grandpa Zaly, so kind and kind. At first Ron thought that Grandpa Zarry was alive again.

Ron's head was full of grievances and he just wanted to talk to someone. He told Komelin everything that had happened today, and when he got to the point of being sentimental, he couldn't help but cry.

"So that's how it is..." Komelin nodded, listening to Ron's story and feeling sorry for him. His eyes flashed with a murderous look. "Such a person should be killed …"

He paused for a moment before continuing, "But Ron, to avenge your grandfather, one needs strength. Without power, there will only be countless grievances and accusations left, and that won't help at all …"

He could tell at a glance that Ron was poor. For him, revenge was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"Therefore, I really want to become a Mage …" "As long as I become a mage, I will be able to avenge my grandfather …"

"Ron, if you want to take revenge, you don't have to become a mage …"

Ron caught a hint of what she was saying, and he looked at her carefully, saying with a hint of delight, "Grandpa, could it be. Are you a magician? Are you wearing a magic robe? "

He used the robe of the necromancer as a magic robe.

Hou Meilin smiled and nodded, "That's right, but I'm not a mage. I'm the necromancer, Hou Meilin. Di belongs to the Church of Calamity — — Undead Temple …"

Hearing that, Ron was dumbfounded, "What? "You are not a mage?"

"Although I'm not a mage, I'm a necromancer …"

"Huh?" Ron's eyes dimmed, and the glimmer of hope that had been burning in him was ruthlessly shattered.

Seeing the look on Ron's face, Komelin was a little dissatisfied. He stared at Ron with a strange look, "What? Are you looking down on me, a Necromancer? Let me tell you, when I was still a Necromancer, I don't know how many mages died by my hands. At that time, who knows where you were … "

Ron tilted his head and asked, "Grandpa Holmerin, could it be that your Necromancer is stronger than a Mage?"

"Of course …" He hated it the most when people destroyed his necromancy. If he wasn't a soul form, he would have already had a big ear.

"Stronger than a fire mage?" Ron continued.

"Of course …" Homerin answered proudly.

"Stronger than an earth magus?"

"Of course …"

"Stronger than a water magus?"

"Of course …"

"..."

"Bullsh * t …" Ron finished listening and came to a direct conclusion.

"You …" He pointed at Ron, trembling and unable to speak, his beard fluttering with anger.

When he saw the stubborn Ron, he was defeated. What was this? The ignorant are fearless.

He thought for a moment, rolled his eyes, let out a sigh and said, "Ron, how about this, if you are willing to learn necromancy from me, I will consider teaching you … …"

"If it isn't powerful magic, I won't learn …" said Ron, still shaking his head. " "There's no use in learning it, you can't get your revenge..."

If the people of Omorus Continent had heard this in the past, they would probably be so shocked that their jaws would drop. If the Undead Saint Magister, Komelin, had personally taken in a disciple, it is likely that half of the continent would be in an uproar. Just the queue would lead to ten streets, yet now he has to humbly accept a disciple, and yet the other party is still unwilling to accept it.

"Huh?" "Then, Ron, what exactly do you want to learn?"

"I want to learn magic …" "Hmm, the best way is to use fire magic … …" Rönn thought about it and said excitedly, "Water and earth elements are fine too …"

As he spoke, Ron began to imitate the sorceress he had seen before.

"The inferno hidden in the depths of hell, accept my summons, burn my enemies …" "Go, Fireball Technique!"

It had to be said that the movements that Ron was doing were extremely accurate. It looked like he had been through a lot of practice, but other than his movements, there was not a single spark to be seen.

"Grandpa Homerin, do you know how to use this?"

"I won't …"

Huo Meilin felt like he had been completely defeated. He didn't care about this trash fireball at all. He casually sent out a bone spike and killed his opponent, but then again, Huo Meilin really didn't know any fireball techniques.

But there was nothing that could be done about it. Since Ron's blood had dripped onto the ring, he felt that his soul was connected to Ron's, and that if he wanted to regain his body, he would have to rely on Ron.

"Grandpa Homerin, do you have any friends who are magicians? Can you let him teach me... " Ron smiled and tried to reach out and shake Komelin's hand, but instead he grabbed empty air and remembered that it was a spirit.

"Mage?" Homerin rolled his eyes at him in annoyance, thinking that in this continent of unknown birds, I am a spirit who knows a fart magician.

Hou Meilin took a deep breath, calmed down his excitement, and softened his tone. Just as he was about to try to coax Ron to learn necromancy, his face suddenly changed as he spoke with a trembling voice.

"Ron, do you have an enemy? Someone's coming straight here, it seems. It's for you! " Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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