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Early in the morning, before the gates of Naca Hall, the morning glow painted the castle-like Naca Manor in gold.

A white-winged flying horse covered in the morning light slowly landed in front of Naca Manor's entrance. A beautiful female knight wearing heavy armor stepped off the horse, startling everyone within the manor.

"Who is she? Is it the owner's guest? " a servant asked.

"I don't know, I don't know. Her mount is a Silver Winged Pegasus. It must be an expert …" "Yes," said an elderly servant.

"She's so pretty. If only she could be my wife …" A young servant stared intently at the man's towering chest and swallowed hard.

"Dream on..." Another female servant said, but her eyes were also full of jealousy.

The servants of Naca Manor began whispering amongst themselves.

The beautiful female knight knocked on the door, and a moment later, the door opened.

"Hey, who are you looking for? "Huh?"

The beauty outside the door made Kitley's eyes light up. "It's you?"

The person who came was Shaya. She had come to return the money because she had nothing to say and had failed the mission. Of course, there was no guarantee that she could take the money and leave, but she had her own dignity and would never do that.

When he saw Shaya, he revealed a coy smile and said, "Beauty, are you looking for me? Ahhh … please come in …"

However, a cold look appeared on Shaya's face, and her large eyes looked as if they were about to spit fire. She had suffered a huge loss on this mission, and had been humiliated in the past, especially after being taught a lesson by a fifteen-year-old boy.

Seeing the lecherous Kitley, Shaya felt a wave of nausea, and she flew into a rage.

"Take back your stinky money, I'm not going to complete this mission!"

Shaya took out a bag from her pocket and threw it at Kitley.

"Aiyo!"

Before Kittredge could react, he felt a sharp pain in his head, and a large bag of yellow gold coins fell to the ground.

Kittredge froze.

Shaya did not say anything else. She just turned around and left.

"Aiyo, you …" How are you going to hit people? It hurts, you. "Don't go..."

Kitley covered half his face and shouted, "Someone, stop her!"

The young master spoke, but not a single person from the Nacar manor stepped forward. How strong was the other party? Everyone's minds were clear, Naca manor didn't have any rights to stop her.

He had to listen to the young master's orders, but his life was more important.

All that was left was the baffling young master Kitley standing there in a daze.

… ….

In the dim forest, Ron had built a small shack on a tree by the faint light, a craft he had also learned from his grandfather Zarry, when Ron had learned it just for fun and now it had come in handy.

He first used a few thick branches to build a simple and crude tree frame, and then tied it tightly with a strong grass rope. After that, he spread the grass all around him and left a small hole for him to enter and leave behind, making him look like a large bird's nest.

The only bad thing about this shack, where the wind wouldn't come in, the rain wouldn't come in, where people lived, where it was warm in the winter and cool in the summer, was that people slept in it, and the hard branches made Ron's back hurt.

Fortunately, he was used to living a life of hardship, so he was able to endure this little bit of suffering.

It had been three days and three nights since the battle between Homelin and the Silver Winged Flying Horse Knight Shaya. For the past few days, in order to prevent Geralt from being pursued again, Ron had been travelling day and night, looking for some remote routes.

Over the past few days, Ron had come here with a lot of blisters on his feet.

What was this place? Ron did not know. He only knew that it was a rare and uninhabited forest. All sorts of unknown trees rose up into the air, some of which could not be carried by more than a dozen people.

There was no road on the ground, and there were all sorts of weeds. These weeds were more than a meter tall, and when Ron walked through them, he could only see one head.

There was one thing special about this forest, and that was the darkness.

Even in the most sunny day, the forest was still as dim as dusk. If it was in the dark night, it was normal to be unable to see one's hand in front of one's eyes.

Long ago, Ron had picked up a Knight novel, The Count's Revenge. The main character of this novel was someone who trained in the forest and eventually got his revenge. This gave Ron an inspiration: if he was practicing, he had better go to a place devoid of people.

Furthermore, this forest gave Ron a feeling that he was safe. As a necromancer walking in the darkness, darkness was the best protection.

Ron slipped nimbly down from the tree. Ever since he had started practicing Necromancy, he felt his movements had become a lot more flexible.

"Ron, are you really not planning on leaving Holy Empire?" He knew that it was very dangerous for Ron to stay in Holy Empire. After all, Holy Empire banned the practice of necromancy.

"Yes, Grandpa Holmerin." "If I hadn't avenged Grandpa Zali, I wouldn't have left Holy Empire …"

"Hmm …" Homelin nodded, looking at Ron with a touch of relief in his eyes.

He felt that in this dark forest, danger was lurking everywhere. This kind of place was the ideal place to train.

A simple shack, a hard life, and all sorts of fierce battles every day in order to get food. This kind of environment was the best at tempering a person's determination. Ron was right in his choice,

In his eyes, this was the true training. Compared to those noble children, they would lie on soft beds everyday, eat all kinds of fine food, and wave them around in the luxurious training room. The beautiful maids would gently massage them when they were tired.

And strong motivation was a necessary condition for one to become a strong warrior.

"Hur Hur, Ron, your residence has been taken care of. What about the food?" Hou Meilin smiled.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Holmerin." said Ron. "I can cook for myself. "Of course, if we can kill the prey …"

When Rönn was in Maple Leaf Town, in the small forest behind the Ancient Maple Road, catching pheasants and wild rabbits was a common occurrence. Now that his strength had greatly increased, he had great confidence in hunting.

"Then I am relieved..." His expression turned serious as he said, "Ron, since you chose to walk the path of a necromancer, it means that you are going against the Holy Church. Furthermore, you are going to avenge your grandfather, and I will not mention the dangers involved …"

"Powerful, always growing up under pressure, Ron, my first task for you is to survive in this place where danger lurks …"

Ron nodded heavily.

"So, from now on, besides teaching you how to cultivate, I will not help you with anything else, much less enter your body to help you solve the crisis. So, to survive here, you will have to rely on yourself."

There was a change in Ron's eyes, but he thought about it and nodded anyway, his gaze firm.

"I see, Grandpa Holmerin."

"Ron, how many undead magic have you learned?"

"Three..." Ron tilted his head and thought for a moment, then pointed at his finger and said, "The first one is Skeleton Summoning, the second one is Bone Spike, and the third one is Skeleton Recovery …"

"That's right..." Hou Meilin smiled, "I will now begin to teach you the fourth necromancer - Bone Shield..."

The Bone Shield was the most basic defense magic for a Necromancer. Hou Meilin had taught Ron three Necromancy Magic: Summoning Magic, Attacking Magic, and Auxiliary Magic, while the fourth was Defense Magic. In this forest where danger lurks all over the place, Ron learned a defense magic which greatly increased his chances of survival.

Rönn was still in a daze, but with a tap of his finger, a green light shot out from his finger and entered Ron's forehead, disappearing without a trace.

With a single thought, Ron realized that something had appeared in his mind. It was none other than the training method of the bone shield.

Hou Meilin looked a little disappointed, "Ron, with your current strength, I can only teach you these things. Even higher level undead magic is not something you can learn right now …"

He waved his hand, "When fighting with that female knight, I've lost quite a bit of my soul force …"

He smiled wryly, "I thought I could recover my soul force, but in reality, I have used a little less. Ron, I'll probably need a period of sleep to recover. You'll have to depend on yourself for that period of time …"

Sure enough, a large amount of Komelin's soul force had been lost, and his body had become much dimmer.

"Grandpa Hou Meilin, thank you …" "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have lost so much soul power."

"Silly child, what nonsense are you saying?" Hou Meilin smiled, "I am now connected to your soul. Do you think I can still live after your death?"

Saying this, he sighed, "However, even if I recover some of my soul force, I'm afraid that I won't be able to help you much. In the future, everything will depend on you."

"Grandpa Homerin … "Will you …" Ron asked, a little worried.

He was a necromancer, and he trained in soul force. Naturally, he knew how important the loss of soul force was to the soul body. When the loss of soul force reached a certain point, the soul would even disappear, because he was a living being formed from soul force.

Hou Meilin smiled, "It's fine, sleeping can help me recover some of my soul force …"

He glanced at the soul ring in Ron's hand and smiled.

He paused before continuing, "Ron, you have to use this soul ring well. Although I've had this soul ring for many years, I still haven't been able to understand its secrets. I keep feeling that its origin isn't as simple as it appears to be …"

"Ron, if you break through to become a Primary Necromancer, let your soul enter this ring. When that happens, I will teach you a higher level Necromancy Magic …"

As soon as he finished his sentence, his figure slowly faded until it disappeared and he returned to the ring.

The forest quieted again, and the soul of Komelins fell asleep again, and for the first time Ron felt more alone in the dark and quiet forest than he had ever felt before, standing alone under the trees.

"This way, I'll have to rely on myself …" Ron clenched his fists. "I'm sure I can survive here until I get my revenge for Grandpa Zarry."

Ron told himself.

However, what he didn't know was that this dark forest was a famous danger zone in the western part of Holy Empire — — Dark Forest. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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