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Ron said in surprise, "How could that be? Could it be that the academy doesn't care about this matter? "

"Who cares?" Aurora stared at Ron like a stranger. "Don't you know that fighting is a tradition of Baroque Academy?"

Ron was silent.

"In short …" Aurora stood up and said, "Be careful during this period. Except for class, go back to your dorm after class and don't go out at all …"

"Ah, you mean we have to endure this? Fatty's enmity is let go just like that? " "How long are you going to endure this?"

"Then what can we do? Do you think you can beat them? " Aurora said, glancing at her.

Manny was silent.

"At least until Merklin returns." Aurora said.

"That's right!" Lan Terry nodded and said, "When Merlin returned, there would naturally be a fight between him and Khafir. This way, we'd be able to have some peace and quiet …"

… ….

The next morning, Ron walked in the morning light to the Undead division's classroom. At that moment, he noticed that Vivian was already there waiting for him.

"Good morning! "Instructor Vivian!" Ron bowed deeply, a deep respect in his heart for the mentor who had always believed in the existence of necromancy.

"Good morning! Ron... " She looked at the student in front of her, and the more she looked at him, the more satisfied she became.

Not only was Ron gifted in necromancy, polite, respectful of her, and diligent, he lingered in the library every day after class, and though there was only one student, Vivian felt a little reassured.

Sometimes, Vivian could not help but think, with Ron's diligence and his extraordinary spiritual force, it would not be difficult for him to become a mage. Even if it was an intern level mage, he would be much stronger than a necromancer who had been learning Necromancy for decades.

But every time these words reached her lips, Vivian swallowed them back. Honestly, she really didn't want to lose this student, this only student.

As Vivian thought this, she stared at Ron for a long time. Ron couldn't help but feel a little strange. Thinking that his face hadn't been washed properly in the morning, he stretched out his hand to wipe his face. Nothing, he hurriedly asked, "Instructor Vivian, what's wrong with you?"

"Ugh …" Oh... "Oh …" "I'm sorry, I was thinking about something. I was distracted, Ron. Let's get started!"

"Alright!" He's the only one in the room. He can sit anywhere.

Vivian opened the book in front of her. "Alright, today let's learn the new Necromancy – Bone Assemblage …"

"Skeleton combination?" When Ron heard this word, he thought of a scene he once saw in his mind. A young Necromancer had assembled a messy skeleton into a bone dragon. Although it looked lifelike, it didn't have much fighting power.

Not exactly. Vivian was talking about the kind of necromancy that the young man had used, and Ron was listening intently, even though he knew it was useless.

Vivian explained in great detail. She explained the theory once, and with Ron's knowledge, she quickly began experimenting. After a while, a bone dragon was molded into shape in his hands.

The bone dragon was huge, about three to four meters long. It looked mighty, but it was just as unmoving as a pile of fossils, without Ron's psychic powers to control it.

"Well done! Ron! " "I've only said it once, and you've already done it. To be honest, your talent has far exceeded my imagination. If this goes on, there'll be nothing left for me to teach you …"

"That's all because the coaches are generous!" said Ron, smiling humbly.

"Good boy!" "That's enough for today's class. I guess you'll have to go to the library too. I've seen you soaking in it every day for the past few days, and you're a diligent and good student. However, I have to remind you, if there's nothing else, you should go back to your dorm. The school hasn't been peaceful these few days …"

Vivian was referring to the matter of Khafir. Although she was a teacher at the academy, there were some matters that she couldn't interfere in. It wasn't that she didn't want to interfere in, but matters like fighting between students were mostly at the behest of Vice Dean d'Abbs.

"I understand, mentor Vivian!" Ron felt a surge of anger at the thought of Khafir, and though the fat man had woken up and was fine, Ron would not forgive them, but he was not strong enough to fight him.

In fact, Ron only thought of one person, the Holy Son of the Holy Church, Guderian. If not for his carelessness during the battle with Guderian, even if Ron had used Spirit Ignition to burn Guderian's body, he might not have been able to defeat him.

Ron bade Vivian farewell and left the Undead class.

About half an hour had passed since the Undead Department classroom, and because of Ron's intelligence, Vivian was afraid that he was learning too fast, that he was in an awkward situation where he couldn't be taught, that he had deliberately slowed down his teaching and ended his classes early, and that Ron was happy to be free.

It was a comfortable walk through the Institute's tree-lined lanes, and after about fifteen minutes of walking, Ron suddenly felt something was wrong.

What's wrong?

Silence!

It was too quiet here!

This was the only way to get to the academy's library. Usually, many students passed by, but now, there was not a single person on the road. It was like a holiday, the entire road was empty, and not even the chirping of birds could be heard.

Ron was alarmed, knowing that this was definitely not a normal occurrence. The classes of the various professions were all arranged in a wrong way. Even during class time, there was still an endless stream of students passing by.

It was then that Ron noticed a figure suddenly standing in the middle of the road, standing in the middle of the wide road, invisible and impossible.

"It's you?" Ron's eyes widened suddenly, because he recognized the man, and he knew Ron well.

"That's right, it's me, Ron. You didn't expect me to come looking for you, did you?"

Ron's face darkened.

"That's right!" "That kid didn't know what was good for him and got taught a lesson by me. If he doesn't die, then his fate is good …"

"What do you want?" Ron frowned, thinking that the guy wasn't looking for him for that simple reason.

"How is it?" When he heard this, his face turned sinister. "You defeated me using such a despicable method, causing me to lose a lot of face in front of my classmates. What do you think I should do?"

"You asked for it …" "There are always victories and losses in a duel, but there are some people who can't accept the reality!"

"Well said, since it's like this, you better take care of yourself …"

As he spoke, he stretched out his left hand and lightly snapped his fingers.

"Pah!"

Suddenly, the sound of messy footsteps could be heard. It was as if many people were quickly running. When their shoes touched the ground, they discovered the sound of "ta ta ta ta".

At last Ron's face changed, for he saw, in the corridor, at the edge of the passage, in the back of the garden, in the pool, a sudden mass of dozens of people, at first glance.

"Kill him!" Highfield smiled and pointed to Ron.

"Crap, there's an ambush here..." When Ron saw that there was only one person left, he was shocked to see a large group of people rushing out all of a sudden.

A wise man does not fight when the odds are against him. There were dozens of people, from freshmen to seniors, and there were even some elites among them. As such, Ron could only run for his life.

"He ran!"

"Quickly chase!"

"Damned Necromancer!"

The students cursed fiercely and chased after Ron. Dozens of people rushed forward like a torrent. When many of the students saw this scene, the female students let out ear-piercing shrieks.

Originally, there was no need to make such a big commotion when dealing with a Necromancer. However, the hatred he had towards Ron was too deep. He had deliberately called out so many people just so that he could display his strength.

If you want to oppose me, you don't even know how to write the word death. Run, run, I want to see where you can run to, no matter where you can run to, you won't be able to fly to my palms, "Highfield said with a cruel sneer," This time, I want to beat you up until your mother doesn't even know who you are. After that, I want to spread the word.

Highfield had arranged Ron's fate, but Ron didn't know all of this, and he ran down the shady corridor in a panic, with the students swarming after him and screaming after him.

"Quickly chase, don't let him escape..." A senior said.

"Damn it, is that guy's physical strength that good? A Necromancer can actually run this fast? " the other complained.

"Not good, quickly dodge!" Ron's reflexes were extremely quick, and he rolled to the ground, dodging the incoming attack.

A small fireball flew toward Ron, and the fireball passed over him and hit a stone pillar on the side.

Bang ~ ~ ~ Sparks flew everywhere as the stone pillar was burnt black.

"Pah …" Pow … "Pah …" An extremely handsome and handsome senior walked out from a dark corner. He clasped his hands together and was in the middle of applauding.

"What a fast reaction. I thought you wouldn't be able to dodge …" The one who had ambushed Ron was the senior wizard Frances.

"It's you?" Ron had met Frances but didn't know his name, and he was the one who had brought Ron from the classroom to the dueling ring.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Frances, and it was Highfield who sent me to deal with you …"

"Frances."

"Senior Frances..."

Seeing Frances, the students stopped and surrounded Ron, their faces wearing cold smiles as they approached him.

"Oh no, we're surrounded!" Not good, Ron thought.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded out, "Let me —" The chapter was wrong. After reporting the error, the maintenance staff would correct the content of the chapter within two minutes. Please wait patiently and refresh the page.