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Right at that moment, Ron felt the ring in his hand move, emitting a strange green glow.

"What's going on? This ring, why did this ring suddenly … " Shocked, Ron raised his hand and looked incredulously at the ring.

The green light became brighter and brighter, turning the entire cave green.

Suddenly, with a flash of green light, a figure appeared in front of Ron.

Ron's surprise gradually turned to delight, and he rubbed his eyes with an incredulous expression on his face.

What Ron saw before him was an old man with graying hair and a long beard that hung down, his eyes shining with a green light, smiling at Ron.

"Grandpa Komelins …" Ron couldn't help himself, and he lunged at Komelins, but he didn't think he would miss. Only then did he remember that Komelins was a spirit body. " "Grandpa Hou Meilin, I missed you so much …"

"Child, we meet again …" His pair of dark green eyes sized up Ron, "Not bad, to be able to reach the level of a Primary Necromancer in such a short period of time, your talent is beyond my expectations …"

With such a proud disciple, it would be a very honorable thing for him to have a master.

"That's right, Grandpa Hou Meilin, I just broke through two days ago …" said Ron eagerly. "It hurts like hell the day I break through!"

Ron now looked like a kid who was taking credit to his parents.

"Hmm, a drastic increase in soul force would indeed cause great pain if you were to crack the old soul body. It's alright, Ron. You'll get used to it after a few more times …" Komelin said with a smile.

"Really?" Could it be that every time I break through, there will be a sharp pain? " said Ron dramatically.

"Of course, it's like having a child. Think about it, isn't it painful to have a child? This is the same principle as having a breakthrough in one's soul! " Homerin said, still smiling.

"Ahhhh! Right, Grandpa Homelin, do you mean that you are fine now that you've come out?" Ron asked.

"That's right. I've already repaired the lost Spiritual Strength. This Soul Ring is indeed a good item …" "Ron, I'm guessing you must have entered the Soul Ring?"

Ron said, "Yes, Grandpa Homelin, I saw the stone tablet you left behind, and I also saw you in the crystal coffin …"

When Komelins appeared, Ron's heart was full of joy.

"Grandpa Homerin …" Seeing Komelin appear, Ron had a lot of things to ask, "What exactly is that undead castle? Why is there such a big castle inside that little soul ring … "

"Oh this..." "I'm not too sure either …" Grandpa Komelin helplessly smiled: "After I get this ring, I have been studying it day and night and haven't been able to uncover its secrets. But Ron, as your strength grows, you will more and more find out that this soul ring is good for Necromancers, and all of this needs you to uncover!"

"Oh …" Ron nodded.

"Oh right, I was away for a while. What happened?" Komelin asked.

"Ah — it's like this …" Ron recounted the whole matter of the Son Guderian to Khomelin.

When he heard that Ron had used Spirit Ignition, he could not help but scold, "Ridiculous. Ridiculous, Ron. Why did you even use a forbidden spell like 'Soul Ignition'? I didn't record it down to make you an idiot … "

"I told you before, this world is fair, there won't be any reason for you to obtain something that doesn't belong to you. If you obtain something that doesn't belong to you, you will have to pay a price." I told you already that this world is fair, there won't be any reason for you to obtain something that doesn't belong to you.

Advanced Holy Knight, with your current strength at level 6, you are indeed not someone who can be compared with your current strength. If you don't use all of your strength to resist, and only end up dead, then it would be better for you to use all of your strength to resist. Even if you lose, you won't let the enemy off easily. Cough cough … This necromancy magic, it was better not to use it lightly … "

"Ron, how did you wake up?" Jomelin continued.

Ron thought back to the dream he had experienced in his coma. It was so strange that even Ron himself was confused, so he thought better of it.

"I don't know either, Grandpa Holmerin. I had a dream and woke up after I woke up!"

"This is your luck, although 'Soul Ignition' might not make people turn into idiots, but the chances are pretty high, you can survive, that's your luck, but Ron, you have to remember, never do anything by luck alone, this is my advice to you …" Komelin said earnestly.

"Grandpa Homerin, I know!" Ron nodded solemnly.

In his eyes, Ron was a sensible child. He would know his limits.

He smiled and asked, "Ron, now that I'm out, just tell me what problems you have in your training during this period. I'll give you proper guidance …"

"Problem?" Rönn thought for a while and suddenly said, "That's right, Grandpa Hou Meilin, do Necromancers not need to use weapons? I've tried several weapons and none of them seem suitable for me to use. Un, they have no effect on my Necromancy Magic! "

"Weapon?" Hou Meilin was stunned for a moment, then he smacked his head, "That's right, I almost forgot about that. You don't have a weapon!"

Ron was speechless when he heard this. He couldn't believe that he had actually forgotten something so important. But from Grandpa Homerin's tone, Necromancers had weapons, but he didn't know what. He quickly asked, "Grandpa Homerin, what kind of weapon is that Necromancer using?"

"Bone Staff …" Hou Meilin smiled and said, "Using this thing can increase the effect of your necromancy magic. It is equivalent to using a warrior's sword and a mage's magic staff. The higher the rank of the magic staff, the greater the increase in power for your necromancy magic … …"

"Really?" Ron was surprised and delighted.

"Buy?" Hou Meilin wryly smiled, "I'm afraid I won't be able to buy it. At least I won't be able to buy it here."

"Why?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"After sleeping for so many days, I've been thinking that in this world, necromancy has probably declined!"

"Falling?"

"Yes!" "Falling!" Hou Meilin's face turned solemn, "There is no power that can endure for long. The once prosperous Church of Calamity will disappear, and the Necromancy Magic will also decline. Over time, anything will change, and Necromancy Magic is no exception …"

Hou Meilin sighed, "If it was the Church of Calamity in the past, I could give you the best bone staff. But now, no one cultivates necromancy, I'm afraid the bone staff you want will never be able to be bought!"

Ron was stunned. The excitement that had just risen in him had vanished.

"It's not like there's no other way!" Hou Meilin smiled, "If you want the bone cane, you have to make it yourself?"

"Do it yourself?" You can do it yourself? " Ron was greatly surprised.

"Of course!" "All weapons are made by humans. If others can do it, why can't you?"

"Then... "Then what should we do?" said Ron, slurping.

"Don't worry, weapons are the most important part of equipment. Of course, you can't rush this. If you want to make a weapon, you need to prepare all sorts of materials …" He glanced at Ron. "You are now a basic necromancer, I'm afraid you can make a low grade bone staff."

"This... Do you need any materials? " Ron asked.

"Yes, a level four black backed wild boar's skeleton, five standard iron ingots, a firesilver flower, and a black stone powder …" "These are all beginner blacksmithing materials, so it shouldn't be too hard to get them. If you really don't have some, just use other materials as substitutes. However, the effects will be a bit worse!"

Ron could remember all of these materials, but they sounded like the Book of Heaven, and not only had he never seen or even heard of these materials before.

"This... Where do I buy these things? " said Ron, slurping.

"Er — this, I don't know …" It was no wonder that, given his status, it was his turn to buy.

He was a soul from a hundred thousand years ago, a young man who had never been in the world before, and he had no idea what the world was all about. It seemed that it was time to learn more about the world.

With the experience of his previous life, Homelin thought for a while and said, "I think these things should not be hard to find in larger towns, right? After all, it's not something that's too valuable. "

"City?" Rönn thought for a moment and found a map from a space bag. It had been seized from a member of the Church's guard. He opened it and followed the map. The closest town to him was a small town called San Chialo.

Remembering that he still carried the captured equipment, which was worth a lot of money, Ron decided to try his luck.

"Eh? "What is this?" Hou Merlin's eyes were instantly attracted by the large and small items on Ron's body. "This seems to be something similar to a spatial ring …"

"This is called a spatial space, I got it from the guards of the Church …" said Ron triumphantly.

Hou Meilin's spiritual sense swept through his space bag, "Although the space inside this thing is not comparable to a space ring, it can still be used to store weapons. Moreover, from the looks of it, it can also produce energy …"

A hundred thousand years ago, spatial items were a rarity. Possessing a spatial ring was a symbol of one's status and strength, something that most people could not afford. Now, looking at this spatial bag, even the guards of the Church could afford it.

"100,000 years, that's too much change …." Hou Meilin sighed in his heart. He looked at Ron, smiled, and said, "Ron, these space bags are useless to you, just throw them away …" Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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