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It was not only Hefelter and the other students in the class who were shocked, but even Ron was, for he did not expect that at the critical moment, Goethe would step forward and stand up bravely.

Although Ron did not need Goethe's protection at his level of strength, Goethe was well aware of this.

"Hehe, this little girl is trying to please you!" Hou Meilin said with a smile.

Ron, too, nodded in agreement, a little moved by this, and his suspicion and wariness of Goethe had been largely dispelled.

Highfield froze for a moment, a trace of hatred flashing across his eyes. "Goethe, why? You want to go against me for the sake of this useless Necromancer? "

Haifert, who also came from Holy Empire, had long since known Goethe. His Kaberen family was a close friendship with Goethe's Salter family. Haifert had fallen in love with Goethe a long time ago, and the family was also about to get married.

The corner of Goethe's mouth raised slightly, revealing a charming smile. "Hailey, like I said, Ron is my friend. If you dare to touch him, you'll just have a hard time with me …"

Goethe's face darkened, and the fireball in her hand expanded. "I'm not joking with you …"

The classroom was dead silent. Even Vivian, who sat on the podium, had her mouth wide open.

Among the freshmen, Goethe was the youngest, but from the looks of her features, she was clearly a beauty. She came from the famous Salter Family of Holy Empire, and most importantly, she was already a mid-ranked mage at the age of thirteen. She was the idol of many freshmen.

Not only was she a freshman, even her seniors treated her as their wife. In the short span of a few days since the start of school, she had already received dozens of love letters. Although Goethe was only thirteen years old, her mind was extremely mature.

It was such an outstanding genius that would stand up for a useless Necromancer. She didn't even hesitate to break all decorum with a specially recruited student, so her relationship with him was worth pondering over.

This caused jealousy to gradually appear in the eyes of many boys in the class. These thorny gazes were naturally directed towards Ron.

The muscles on Highfield's face twitched violently. He really did not expect that it was Goethe who stood out at this moment. This made it difficult for him to dismount from the tiger.

The spell that Goethe casted was the Intermediate Magic — Great Fireball Technique. With such a desperate stance, Highfield had no doubt that the other party would not be able to handle the onslaught of his spell.

He had no choice but to cast a vicious gaze at Ron. "Stinky brat, if you have the guts, don't hide behind a woman, relying on the protection of a woman is nothing …"

Ron laughed. "I don't need anyone's protection, and I'm not afraid of anyone. If you want to fight, I'll accompany you!"

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

There were exclamations in the classroom, including Teacher Vivian on the podium, whose mouth was open wide enough to swallow an egg.

Is this guy crazy? A Necromancer actually dared to challenge an Intermediate Swordsman? Or did that fellow not have any concept of strength in his mind? Who were the people who could enter Baroque Academy? They were all geniuses with outstanding talent since they were young. As a specially recruited student, they are even more of a genius among geniuses. Could it be that he views Hailey as an ordinary child?

In the classroom, only Goethe was not surprised. She already knew of Ron's abilities, even when they first met. At that time, Ron's abilities had already surpassed that of Hefelter, let alone now.

She had chosen to stand out at this moment precisely to express her stance and to make amends to Ron.

Right at this moment, the bell in the classroom rang. Vivian heaved a long sigh of relief and finally found the stairs. "Today's class will end here. Class is over …"

Haifert also knew that he would not be able to fight today. With a vicious look in his eyes, he said, "Stinky brat, I won't let this go. If you have the ability to do so, wait and see!" Saying so, she threw a glance at Goethe, moved her mouth, did not say anything, and walked out.

Ron smiled, retracted his bone spur, and replied, "Anytime!"

"Are you all right?" "Yes," said Ron.

Ron looked at her and smiled, "Thank you!"

"No need to thank me! I know he's no match for you! " Goethe said with a smile.

If it wasn't for Goethe, there was a good chance that Ron would have taught Highfield a lesson. With his current strength, he would have been able to beat the Skeleton Warrior without summoning it for three minutes.

"No need to say anything. I still have to thank you!" Ron had long since lost most of his skepticism about Goethe. "It's good to have a friend like you!"

"So you admit that I am your friend?"

Ron nodded. "I killed Joding to avenge my grandfather. Now that Joding is dead, the revenge against the Salter family is over. If you don't help my family and harm me, I'll treat you as a friend …"

Goethe was delighted, stuck out her tongue and said, "How could I dare? I can't beat you... "

"Your mentor called you …" While she and Ron were talking, the two boys and girls who had left their grudges behind began to have a good impression of each other, and when Vivian called out to him, a look of disappointment appeared in Goethe's eyes.

"Alright, let's chat when we have time …" Ron said hello to Goethe and left the room.

… ….

"Instructor Vivian, where are you taking me?"

Vivian didn't say anything along the way, just kept walking ahead, and Ron couldn't help but ask as they followed.

Vivian didn't answer, and it was clear that she was in a bad mood.

Ron shut up tactfully.

"We're here!" Vivian said softly as she came to a shabby house.

Ron took a look at the dilapidated building. It was already filled with dust, and it was unknown how long it had been since it had been cleaned up. The windows, the doorframe, everything was in tatters. A gust of wind blew past, causing half of the windows to creak … The sound.

With a heavy heart, Vivian took out her key and opened the broken door, which Ron noticed was decorated with skeletons.

"This is our Undead division's classroom …" As Vivian walked in, Ron followed her.

There were only a few tables in the classroom. The tables were covered with dust, and the broken stained-glass windows were covered with cobwebs.

At that moment, Ron's gaze fell upon a stone statue not far away. Vivian approached the statue, reached out, and gently wiped the base of the statue. Soon enough, a small line of words appeared on the base of the statue.

"Tristrom Kahn."

Seeing that, Ron became suspicious, "Who is he? Why is this sculpture placed here? "

Vivian stared at the statue, a light shining in her eyes. "He is the ancestor of our Necromancy Branch, Lord Tristrum Kahn!"

"Ancestor?" A huge question mark rose in Ron's mind, and he looked over at Komelin.

Homerin shook his head, indicating that I did not know the man.

"About five thousand years ago, when he was very young, our ancestor was very interested in the legendary undead magic. When he was almost seventy years old, he finally found a book about undead magic in an ancient ruin. Unfortunately, this book was incomplete, as if it had been burned.

"Lord Kahn is wild with joy. After ten years of research, finally …" Breaking through the book's Necromancy Magic and passing it down to the world, reverting back to the original appearance of history. The Necromancy Magic of the Ancient Era is unable to be studied, but Ancestral Founder Kahn has restored the Necromancy Magic, and it is he who revived the Necromancy Magic of the Ancient Era and recovered its vitality. It is because of this that we necromancers revered him as the founder of Necromancy Magic. "

Hou Meilin silently sighed. No wonder why the current Necromancy Spell turned out to be like this. So it was restored based on that incomplete book from back then. If the crucial pages were missing, the entire Necromancy Spell would have changed.

This was the true reason why Necromancy was known as trash magic.

The so-called ancestor of Necromancy was a person who had restored Necromancy to its original form. Although it had already changed, no matter how one put it, it was this person named Kahn who brought the Necromancy Magic that had disappeared many years ago into this world. He was also known as the ancestor of Necromancy Magic, so when he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel deep veneration for him.

Vivian turned around and smiled at Ron. "Ron, you must have learned Necromancy from the Necromancers on the street …"

"Ugh …" "This..." Ron was at a loss for words.

Vivian waved her hand. "This isn't your fault. Actually, I think you saw it yourself. The so-called Necromancy Magic isn't as powerful as the legends say …"

"Those novels are all fiction. In those third-rate novels, Necromancers are depicted as incarnations of death, evil and terror. But in reality, as Necromancers, we naturally know what is going on. True Necromancy has no power at all …"

"No …" "No, those aren't real necromancy spells …" But he couldn't tell the truth, because, as Jomelin had said, he didn't have the strength right now.

"There are many versions of the legend of Necromancy. Legend has it that the ancient Necromancers have an earth-shattering might, and the current Necromancy Magic isn't the Ancient Necromancy Magic at all. The real ancient Necromancy Magic is probably lost …"

"Instructor Vivian, do you believe this?" said Ron, looking Vivian in the eye.

"I don't know …" Vivian shook her head. "There was a time when I was very willing to believe it, but now, I don't know whether I should believe it or not …"

Ron lowered his head and let out an almost inaudible sigh.

"My father has been studying Necromancy for a long time. In some ancient texts, he discovered some things that supported my belief in the existence of ancient necromancy …"

Ron blinked, a curious look on his face.

Vivian hesitated for a moment. "My father found out that in ancient times, Necromancy was prevalent. It was at the same time as the orc race's god — Hell's Roar, Raging Gaga, and the elves' goddess of the moon, Else …"

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