"I did it, Grandpa Homerin!" Holding the azure boar bone staff in his hand, Ron was so excited that his face lit up.

Komelin's eyes were full of laughter.

"Let me see, how much more powerful is a Sky-blue grade bone cane?" Ron was impatient.

He held the bone cane in his hand and chanted an incantation in his heart. He was already familiar with the low-level necromancy of the 'Bone Thrust', and was able to use 'Silent Acupoint'.

Before long, a white "bone spike" formed in his palm.

"Go —" Ron raised his hand, and the 'bone spike' shot towards the cave wall like a concealed weapon.

"Pu — —" With a sound, the "bone spike" directly drilled into the stone wall, leaving behind an unfathomably deep and small hole.

What surprised Ron was not the power of the Bone Needle, but its speed, which was now more than twice as fast as before.

"What a fast speed. Using a Sky-rank bone staff is indeed different!" Ron stuck out his tongue, "Not only that, the speed at which I use Necromancy has also increased greatly!"

"Hehe, having a weapon is far different from not having one. Even if an ordinary person has a kitchen knife, he would still be much more powerful than an ordinary person …" Hou Merlin laughed.

Holding this thirty centimeter long bone staff and feeling the energy flow through it, Ron was suddenly filled with confidence.

A kind face suddenly flashed across Ron's mind, looking at him with concern.

"Grandfather!" Ron's eyes were rimmed with tears.

"Grandpa Hou Meilin, I want to take revenge …" Ron gripped the bone cane in his hand tightly and said firmly, "Grandpa treated me so well, yet he died in the hands of an evil person. I have a certain amount of strength now, if I still don't help him take revenge, I'll be his grandson!"

Ron looked up at Homelin.

Komelin smiled. "Go on, child, it's about time you burst forth with your hatred after enduring for so long!"

Ron was even more confident with the support of Komelins, who continued, "Ron, remember this: there is a debt to be paid, but remember, do not stand up for your strength and kill the innocent!"

The excessive killing, Jomelin feared, would accumulate the malice in Ron's heart, the more malevolent it was, the more murderous it was, and when killing became a habit, people lost themselves.

Komelin hoped that Ron would become a powerhouse at the top of the world, not a demon who only knew how to kill.

Hearing this, Ron's heart trembled. He lowered his head and thought for a moment. In this period of time, he had killed quite a few people. Even though this was a battle where a fight to the death was inevitable, he would still sneak attack and never leave anyone alive.

Ron had almost failed to recognize himself in the last few months, and he looked at his hands as if they were stained with blood.

"Did I really change?" Ron froze for a moment, then looked up at Homerin and nodded heavily.

… ….

Even so, the night wind was still cold to the bone. The snow had turned into water, the water into ice, and as one walked along the slippery path, one could slip and fall if one was not careful.

A petite figure appeared at the outskirts of Naca Manor without anyone noticing. His pitch-black eyes shot out a hateful light.

Like a cat, Ron approached the wall on tiptoe. With a tap of the green bone cane in his hand, a black ball of light appeared in his palm. The black ball of light grew larger and larger, eventually turning into the shape of a bird.

The crow flew up to the window sill of the castle-like Naca manor. A pair of bean-green eyes peered in, and through the crow's eyes, Ron could clearly see what was going on inside.

Naca Manor was still lit, and the fireplace inside was still burning, warming the entire room. Inside was a long, square table covered with beautiful lamps, and a young maid was carrying a tray of round things on the table. The lid had been removed, and the inside was filled with very delicate food.

There were three people at the table, Geralt, Kittley, and a girl whose face Ron couldn't see because her back was to him.

He would never forget how these nobles treated human lives so lightly. Not only did they kill him, but they also sent people to kill him, forcing him into a dead end. If it weren't for Grandpa Homerin teaching him necromancy, Ron probably wouldn't even have had the chance to take revenge.

It was then that Ron heard a voice say, "Uncle Geralt, I think you're making a big deal out of it!"

Ron was stunned. This voice was obviously a child's voice, and it didn't seem that old.

Geralt laughed bitterly, "I don't want to do that either, but this kid is too advanced. I can't figure out his strength, sigh …"

"Right now, the Holy Church is very busy. They've sent people everywhere to look for this necromancer, Ron. Even the Holy Son, Lord Guderian, has been dispatched, but there's still no news of him!"

"It's all because your cousin is useless. If you had been a little more ruthless and killed him with a single sword, you wouldn't have faced so much trouble now!"

"I didn't expect this commoner to cause so much trouble. If I had known earlier..."

"Alright, alright!" The woman waved her hand in annoyance. "Listening to your complaints has caused my ears to grow calluses!"

Geralt had been on edge all this time, day and night, like a frightened bird. Especially after Groot's death and the failure of the temporary mission, the Geralt father and son were even more alarmed. He could not determine Ron's strength, so he had no choice but to ask the Salters for help.

However, the Salter family didn't want to interfere in this matter. To think that they were afraid of retaliation from a Necromancer, wasn't this a joke? Thus, the Salter family left him to his own devices.

This was too much for Geralt. He had used many methods and even used his elder sister's strength to invite the young lady of the Salter family, the genius Goliath.

At such a young age, she had already displayed an extremely high talent in magic. At only thirteen years old, she had already obtained the qualification to be a Primary Mage, and was now advancing towards an Intermediate Mage.

If it hadn't been for Joding's mother's pleading, and the fact that she had been good to her, Goethe would never have come to Naca Hall.

"Uncle Geralt, I can't go on like this. I can't possibly protect you for the rest of your lives, can I?" Goethe made a gesture of helplessness, her voice slightly dissatisfied, "I've been here for seven days, how many more days do you want me to stay? "If this goes on, my studies will be wasted …"

"This..." The father and son duo looked at each other. They had no choice but to do it step by step, especially Geralt. For the past two days, his right eyelid had been twitching as if he was predicting something bad would happen.

"That's not right!" At this moment, Goethe frowned. "I don't know why, but ever since then, I have always felt that something is secretly watching us …"

She stood up and glanced around, and Ron saw a pretty profile, not quite as pretty as Diline's in her human form, but pretty enough.

Goethe was about thirteen or fourteen years old. She was like a natural born noble girl, graceful and elegant, with a maturity that did not correspond to her age. Perhaps it was this maturity that made her a genius.

In the Salter family, her position was above Joding.

"Why would there be a bird on the windowsill when the weather is so cold? "No, this isn't a bird..."

A magus, who trained in spiritual energy, was extremely sensitive to the movements of the outside world.

"Who's playing tricks on us, get out here!" Goethe took out a long magic staff from her spatial pocket, and without any hesitation released a fireball towards the crow outside the window.

"We've been discovered!" Ron was taken aback.

With a boom, the window shattered, the clear glass shattered, and the crow Ron had summoned vanished.

After destroying the peeping "eyes", Goethe was unwilling to forgive her. She shouted loudly, "I know you're nearby. If you don't come out now, I won't be polite!"

"Interesting, this little girl is so young, but she's actually at the Primary Mage level. Ron, this girl's talent isn't inferior to yours!" Komelin smiled.

The words from Hou Meilin had actually aroused Ron's arrogance. He sneered, "This little girl should be a relative of their family, I'm afraid she will stop my revenge. But this is also good. Watch as I take care of her in one breath!"

Ron slapped the Skeleton Warrior beneath him, causing it to soar into the sky.

"Ron, your way of riding skeletons is really not bad. It makes up for the lack of movement speed during the early stages of Necromancers. I dare say that in the tens of thousands of years that the Sky Disaster Church has dominated the Omorus Continent, no one has ever thought of such a method. Ron, you are also a genius in the history of Necromancy! " Hou Meilin praised.

Ron's chest rose as he listened to Komelin, and he was more confident than ever when it came to dealing with a girl of the same genius.

"Boom —"

Ron ferociously smashed through the main door of the Naca manor and charged in.

"What's wrong?"

"What's going on?"

All the servants and servants of Naca Manor were stunned by the loud noise. In front of them, a monster appeared. This monster wore a long black cloak, and a black mask covered his face.

Ron yanked the mask off his face, revealing a angular face.

"You … "Who are you?"

A servant looked at this uninvited guest and fearfully asked.

A faint smile appeared on Ron's face, "Quickly go and tell Kitley and Geralt that they are here. Tonight, I will start a massacre at Naca Manor. Those who remain will be killed without question!"

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