Ron was a little surprised to see Shaya. The current Shaya had a few more mature flavors, and was even more beautiful than before. When Ron's gaze landed on Cardina, who was standing next to Shaya, his body suddenly froze.

She was a breathtakingly beautiful woman with long azure hair. A light blue mage robe wrapped around her petite body. From her long sleeves emerged a pair of white, jade-like hands. Her jade-like skin was as smooth as milk.

Suddenly, Ron had an impulse to want this woman as his wife, and he didn't know why.

Hou Meilin smiled, "What a beautiful woman. This kind of woman is not something ordinary people can have. It can be said that her fate cannot even be controlled by herself …"

"Grandpa, what do you mean?"

Hou Meilin didn't answer him directly, but smiled and said, "Ron, now is not the time for you to think about such things. What you are thinking about now is how to quickly increase your strength and become a powerful expert that will attract the attention of tens of thousands of people …"

Ron took a deep breath and nodded solemnly, and when he looked at Cardina again, his eyes were not very hot, just calm.

Seeing Shaya, even Khafir was moved. It was easy to deal with Ron, but this Shaya was different. When his eyes swept over Cardina, he could not help but have a strong desire to own her.

Cardina was so upset by his naked gaze that she couldn't help but sniff her cute little nose and snort in dissatisfaction.

Khafir quickly calmed down. The most important thing for him to do was to find out why they had come here. Shaya and Cardina had not brought so many people here for sightseeing purposes.

He frowned. "What are you doing here?"

Before Shaya could say anything, Cardina quickly said, "Then what are you doing here again? Could it be that Baroque Academy is run by your family? You can come, but we can't? "

His face turned pale after having been robbed by Cardina. However, he still maintained his composure and restrained his anger. Facing this beautiful and adorable Princess Cardina, no one could really be angry.

Khafir turned to look at Shaya.

Shaya smiled and pointed at Ron, "I had a small problem with that Necromancer, and I coincidentally found out that he was also in school today, so I immediately came to find him. I didn't expect that you would be faster than us …"

Hearing this, everyone looked extremely astonished, especially those in dorm 302. They widened their eyes and stared at Ron with all their might. They did not know how this freshman who had just arrived at the academy could have a relationship with their senior, Boss Shaya.

In addition, she was a person who came out from the number one dormitory in the academy's Ranking Tournament. She was extremely popular among the students, and her followers and the person who was born in a troubled country, Cardina, together led a large group of people out.

"Do you know her?"

Rönn thought about it and replied, "I've met her once, so I'm not too familiar with her …"

"Stay away from her. This woman isn't a good person …" Oura obviously did not like Shaya.

Ron gave a small "Oh," and the woman, who had come to arrest him on Geralt's mission, did not like her very much.

However, he suddenly recalled that the granddaughter of the Aquan Sword Saint, Kobit, was also called Shaya. She was also in Baroque Academy, but he didn't know if it was her.

"Ron, you are too great. You actually have the powerful and beautiful Miss Shaya protecting you."

Envy appeared in the eyes of the people beside him.

How could Khafir not understand that Shaya was biased against Ron? You don't have to bring so many people with you to solve this small problem, do you? He snorted coldly, "Miss Shaya, this Ron used such a disgraceful method to frame my brother, Highfield. You brought so many people with you, could it be that you are going against me?"

Ron had beaten Highfield in full view of everyone, but Highfield had deliberately ignored this, calling it a frame-up, which meant that he would not admit that Ron had beaten Highfield at all.

Shaya smiled, "Khafir, this sentence seems to be wrong. I was present at that time, and I clearly remember that Ron defeated that idiot Khafir in front of all the freshmen. Sorry, even though he is your brother, please forgive me for using this word …"

"What?" Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. To be able to defeat Highfield in broad daylight meant that he had the strength equivalent to an Intermediate Job. How could this good-for-nothing Necromancer be so strong?

Aurora's eyes twinkled as she listened, and she looked at Ron a lot better.

"Although I don't know how he did it, but if it's like this, then our dorm's ranking tournament will have a few more points of certainty …" Aurora thought.

Khafir's face alternated between red and white, and he snorted, "My brother is still lying in bed, unconscious. I have to ask him what is going on. Shaya, I think everything has to be done first, first, right?"

Shaya smiled, "First come first served, well said, I also agree with that. Very well, the grudge between him and I happened a few months ago, according to the principle of first come, first served."

"Shaya, don't go overboard. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Shaya took out the one-handed knight sword from her space bag and said with a cold sneer, "Who's afraid? You can't say for sure. I've been fighting since the first day of school, but I was not scared."

"Swish ~ ~ Swish ~ ~ ~ Swish ~ ~" Seeing Shaya brandishing her sword, the students behind her began to pull out their weapons. Cardina also took out her magic staff, looking ready to fight with her life on the line.

"Kill …" "Kill …"

"Kill them..."

Highfield and his men were not to be outdone. They drew their weapons one by one, and the atmosphere of the battle was immediately ignited. In that small space, all kinds of elements started to fill up.

"Ron, you're really good. It's only been a few days since we've arrived at the academy, but these seniors have already fought with everything they have because of you …" "Since when have I been so impressive …"

Kydd patted Ron's shoulder heavily with his fat hand. "Bro, we'll be under your protection from now on. Hehe, who asked you to be the boss …"

The students clamored, not daring to make a move. Even a figure like Shaya Haiphers was a little worried that a fight on such a scale would definitely alarm the academy. If he gave the order to start fighting, no one would be able to shoulder the responsibility.

"Shaya and Khafir are fighting!"

This news spread like the wind throughout the entire academy. In an instant, the entire academy was in an uproar.

"Aurora, look! That's the boss of Class 3, he's here too!" "No," she said.

He saw an old mage leading a group of students, expressionlessly walking over and standing by Shaya's side.

Shaya nodded at him as a form of greeting.

"Look, another group of people is coming …" Kydd cried out. He was so happy that he danced about. This kind of scene was rarely seen even in Baroque Academy.

Rönn looked and saw about three or four hundred people walking in a line. All of them had serious expressions on their faces, and the one leading them was actually a woman.

"Sister Shaya …" The group of people came and stood beside Shaya, and the girl greeted her with a smile.

Shaya nodded, "Sister Hera, thank you. You are indeed worthy of being called a good sister."

The girl, Hera, smiled, showing her small canine teeth, and was visibly startled when her eyes fell on Ron.

She smiled amiably at Ron and nodded in greeting.

"Who is she? Does she know me? " Ron smiled back, but he was puzzled.

He could clearly see that more and more people were gathering on Shaya's side, while on his side, other than the few familiar big bosses who had just appeared, there were not many left. Even some of the big bosses who had arrived and saw that it was Shaya who was in conflict with him, they jumped in fright, both of them did not dare to offend him, so after thinking for a while, they could only remain neutral.

This made Khafir angry to death, and he keenly felt that in the academy, he was still too far off from his opponent just based on their connections. Not to mention Merlin, even Shaya could not compare to him, and the influence of the number one dormitory in the academy's ranking tournament was not limited to just Shaya.

Kara Qi's eyes were filled with excitement. "Ron, look, we have more and more people here. There's going to be a good show at Haifis …"

"Our side?" Ron smiled faintly, thinking that Shaya wasn't on his side, even though he didn't know what Shaya's goal was.

Frances' calves were trembling, and his handsome face was filled with fear. He crept closer to Khafir and said in a shaky voice, "Boss, the situation isn't looking good. There are more and more women. We …"

It was clear from the situation on the field that he was the loser. The number of Shaya's followers were increasing, but the number of his followers were becoming fewer and fewer. Some of them even directly left, not wanting to fight with Shaya and the others.

As for popularity, Khafir thought that he was strong. Not to mention Shaya, even the number one dorm room in the academy's ranking tournament, Mo Klin, was confident in his ability to win. However, in terms of popularity, it was a huge difference.

A proud smile appeared on Shaya's face, "Khafir, how is it?" "From the looks of it, you guys don't have much chance of winning..."

Khafir took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a devouring light. Shaya smiled, not willing to be outdone and meet his gaze.

After a long time, Khafir glared at Ron and said in a deep voice, "Let's go …"

"Khafir has been terrified..."

"Haha …"

Seeing that Khafir had retreated, the morale of the students on Shaya's side was greatly boosted. They all started to clamor.

Under the booing of the students, Khafir left with his men.

Ron said at this moment, "There's nothing wrong with Highfield's injuries, after being unconscious for a while, everything will be fine …"

His voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for Khafir to hear it, though he turned a deaf ear and left the scene with a sullen face.