Vivian's eyes swept over him. "What? Ron, you look surprised. "

"No …." "It's nothing..." "I'm not surprised. I'm not surprised at all, ha-ha..." He laughed dryly to cover his embarrassment. At the same time, he quietly asked Grandpa Hou Meilin, "Grandpa, do you know them?"

Hou Meilin sighed, "Not only do they know each other, they were also good friends in the past. One of them was a totem saint of the Beastmen Clan, and the other was a Moon Goddess of the Elves Clan. I don't know what happened to them after I died."

"Who the hell are they?"

"They are a vassal of our Church of Calamity."

Ron said, "The vassal clan."

"Before this, they conquered countless races, and these races all became our vassals, submitting to the Church of Calamity. But now, it seems that many races have disappeared, and only humans, elves, beastmen and magical beasts are left …"

"Were there many races in the past?"

"There's a lot of them, like the giant clan that cultivates thunder-type magic, who have a strong physical body, who have terrifying thunder-type magic, who are also a bunch of dwarves that are extremely proficient in blacksmithing, who are also proficient in all kinds of precision machines, and the half-body chef who is born with good food, who has no fighting strength, who is just born to be good at cooking, there's really too many of them …" "There seems to be only these few races left …"

Rönn thought for a moment and asked, "Grandfather, was the Church of Calamity composed of humans at that time?"

"Humans!" "Yes," Homerin said affirmatively.

"Then what about the magical beasts? "Where were they then?"

Hou Meilin said, "Strictly speaking, magical beasts are not of the same race. They are made up of many different magical beast races. At that time, they were scattered throughout the continent and did not form a unified force …"

"So that's how it is!" Ron nodded, suddenly understanding a lot.

"I think we're getting closer to the truth. Through the clues we have and my own evidence, it's not hard to find out the truth, but I don't know why, but I feel a sense of fear. To be able to turn the Church of Calamity upside down, how much power would that require …"

Then Vivian stood up and smiled at Ron. "That's all about the story of Necromancy. Okay, now shall we begin to learn?"

"Learn?" "Here?"

Vivian smiled, "Of course we are here. Do we have other classrooms? If I were to clean this place up, I would be able to use it … "

"Oh, yes!"

Vivian rolled up her sleeves. "Come on, let's use our hands and get this place back to how it was!"

They took rags, brooms, buckets, and other things from the corner, and without a word began to work. They swept up the floor, wiped the dust off the tables, repaired the windows, threw away those that were not, and worked for more than two hours, finishing all the work at last.

Vivian and Ron looked at each other and laughed.

"Hey, Ron," she said, rubbing Ron's face with her dirty hands.

"It can't be?" Ron wiped his hand, but when he did, the little face became even dirtier, making Vivian laugh, and Ron himself laughed shyly.

The two of them were about the same age, and Vivian was only twenty-three years old.

… ….

After tossing and turning, the two of them finally sat down. Ron sat on the chair while Vivian stood on the podium. "Alright, let's begin class now …"

"The first lesson is a summary of Necromancy. Ron, the book in your hands was personally written by the ancestor of Necromancy, Lord Kahn, of course it's a handwritten copy, the basics of Necromancy is recorded on it. Of course, these Necromancy Magic are more profound, and they are more profound than those Necromancers on the streets …"

Vivian's voice was pleasant, as if she were telling a story. She had slowed down to give Ron a clearer and faster acceptance of her theory of magic.

As Ron listened, he opened the first page of the book. As he was forced to do so, he quickly saw a few mistakes, and most importantly, these mistakes were the most fatal, the complete opposite of the theory he had learned about necromancy.

Homerin shook his head, "Ridiculous. Ridiculous... Her theory was wrong. No wonder she summoned out such a useless skeleton. Besides, summoning skeletons was just one of the ways of fighting for Necromancers. Did Necromancers only rely on summoning to fight? There are even more advanced undead magic … "

Ron was stunned. "A more profound necromancy spell? What is that?"

"Of course there is. For example, you learned how to refine zombies, and there is also the curse. This is a spiritual attack, and it is very powerful. Of course, with your current strength, you cannot learn it!"

"Oh …" Rönn nodded, he lowered his head and read the book seriously, after a long while he said, "Grandpa Hou Meilin, is it because they don't cultivate their soul force, that's why they can summon such useless bones?"

Hou Meilin nodded his head, "That's right, soul force is the foundation of necromancy and is also the source of power. A skeleton without soul force is just a skeleton. Even if he summons a bone dragon, it's useless, it's only a skeleton that can move …"

"That theory on Necromancy, Karn, was wrong from the beginning. I think he must have looked through some documents and found out that Necromancers are the masters of skeletons, but he only saw the surface and thought that Necromancy is the summoning spell for skeletons. This is a grave mistake, Necromancy magic, souls are cultivated for souls, mainly souls, giving these skeletons to the soul, only then will they become real warriors and not a pile of useless bones …"

"If I'm not wrong, this Karn fellow should be a mage, he used magic as a foundation to study necromancy, in fact, these are two completely different things. He first summoned out the skeleton, and then used his spiritual force to control its movement, this research direction was wrong from the very beginning, necromancy does not require spiritual force, but spiritual force …"

Rönn thought for a while and said, "Then grandpa, should I remind her that she was wrong?"

Hou Meilin shook his head, "Now is not the time. Just listen carefully, just take it as a story, but don't take it to heart …"

An hour later, Vivian finally finished her first lesson. She put down her book, looked up at Ron, and said, "How is it? Do you understand the first lesson?" "If there's anything you don't understand, just ask me …"

"Mentor Vivian, I think I understand."

"You understand? "So fast?" Vivian's eyes widened in disbelief. Those obscure terms, those complex and profound magic theories, how could he understand so quickly? Impossible, right? It took him a long time to figure it out.

Vivian coughed. "Since you understand, summon a skeleton for me to see …"

"Yes, Professor Vivian …" Ron answered.

He really did understand. Those obscure and incomprehensible terms were a common occurrence for a genuine Necromancer like him. He didn't even listen to those complicated magic theories because Grandpa Homerin had said that it was wrong.

Summoning a skeleton was now a piece of cake for Ron. He did not take out the bone staff, but raised it and chanted an incantation. A long string of spells flew out from his mouth.

Vivian listened carefully, then suddenly frowned and interrupted Ron's spell. "Wrong!"

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"Err …" Ron was stunned. Unknowingly, he had started chanting the spell to summon the Skeleton Fighters. No wonder Vivian sounded off.

"Now read it to me again..." At this moment, Vivian was like a strict teacher.

Ron couldn't do it, so he chanted the spell Vivian had given him, even though it was clearly wrong.

Before long, a pile of bones appeared in front of Ron. The bones quickly assembled and formed a "human" shape, only to see this skeleton staring blankly without any trace of spirit energy. It was similar to a walking corpse, or more accurately, it was better to say that it was a walking corpse, as long as it could move.

"Great!" I didn't expect Vivian to be so excited, "Genius... Ron, you are truly a genius. It's only been two hours, but you have already learned this Necromancy Magic? "

"Ron. Now, you should control the skeletons and take a look... " Vivian said excitedly.

"Control? How could he control it without soul force? My mind cannot be connected with this skeleton at all! " Ron tried to manipulate the skeleton, but it didn't budge.

"Ron, use your mind! "Focus!"

Ron took a deep breath, imitating the mage and using a small amount of spiritual force.

"How difficult!" Using spiritual energy to move a skeleton was really too difficult. No wonder this skeleton was like a puppet, it would be weird if it could fight. It was just like what others said, an adult holding a wooden stick could knock the skeleton into pieces.

"Alright, let's practice till here today!" Vivian's heart ached when she saw how tired her student was.

Vivian took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from Ron's forehead. "You've used up too much of your mental energy. Go back and have a good rest. Come back tomorrow …"

"Alright!" Ron nodded.

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