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In order to tell the secret, he would have to tell them about the existence of Grandpa Komelin. He knew that Grandpa Komelin must have heard these words, but he did not have the intention of stopping them, as if he wanted to leave the decision to him.

Ron thought for a while and finally made up his mind. He shook his head and said, "Sorry, I can't say …"

Hearing this, a hint of disappointment appeared on everyone's face. Among them, the one who was the most disappointed was Vivian. What Ron had said was extremely valuable for the research of Necromancy.

"How dare you!" How can there be any space for you to conceal yourself in front of Principal Pratz … " At this moment, the old woman who had been opposing Ron stood up and said angrily, "Boy, you'd better tell us what you know, or …"

The old woman's face trembled, full of menace.

"I'm sorry, I can't say it!" Ron repeated the sentence again, but this time his eyes were firm, and he held the old woman's gaze.

"You …" The old woman was so angry that her mouth was crooked. She did not expect Ron to actually dare to contradict her. Feeling that her mentor's dignity had been challenged, she immediately took out her magic staff from her space bag, wanting to teach this arrogant brat a lesson.

"Stop!" At this moment, Platz's voice came into his ears. It wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable tone.

The old woman was shocked. She knew that the dean was sitting right here, but when had it ever been her turn to be in charge? She immediately changed her tone and said, "I'm sorry, Sir Dean. I'm too excited …"

"It's not that you're excited, it's that you're a bit too excited!" "Everyone has their own secrets. Don't tell me that forcing him to say it is something our professors should do?"

The old woman's face showed deep shame. "I'm sorry! "Lord Dean!"

A small disturbance passed, and Ron was quietly relieved to know that Dean Platz had no intention of forcing him.

Platz's eyes fell on the table, which was resting on Ron's file. He reached for it.

Name: Ron

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Job: Necromancer

… ….

Platz looked over the crowd. When his gaze fell onto the "where did you come from", he suddenly opened his eyes wide. Raising his head, he asked in disbelief, "You're from Holy Empire?"

Ron nodded.

Platz was even more surprised. "Holy Empire, isn't training in Necromancy prohibited? "If the Holy Church finds out about this, I'll be executed …"

Ron said calmly, "Yes, it was because I was being hunted down by the Holy Church that I was able to escape to the Roland Empire …"

Platz looked at Ron, "In order to train in Necromancy, you've suffered quite a bit. To be able to escape from the Holy Church, you're not simple at all …"

Ron took a deep breath and looked at Platz with a serious gaze, "President Platz, the Roland Empire is known as the Free Kingdom, I wonder what you will do with me?"

As he spoke, Ron secretly put his hand in his space bag, acting as if he was ready to attack at any moment. As long as there was something wrong, he would put his life on the line, but with the addition of this Saint realm expert in the President's office, there was no chance for him to win even with the help of Grandpa Homelin. That's why he used words to pressure Dean Pratz, wasn't the Roland Empire known as the Free Kingdom? Why can't I accept Necromancers?

He knew that this student hadn't completely let his guard down yet. He smiled and said, "Ron, don't worry. Our Roland Empire is known as the Free Kingdom, so we naturally won't reject Necromancers like Holy Empire. Did you not see that? Necromancers can be found everywhere on the streets. Of course, these Necromancers are completely different from you, and as for me, I don't have any prejudice towards Necromancers, be it ancient necromancers or current necromancers. Also, someone mentioned about cancelling the Necromancy Element, I won't agree to that, so you can rest easy … "

Dean Platz's words dispelled Ron's misgivings. He breathed a sigh of relief, and gently lowered his hand from his space bag.

At this moment, d'Abbs was silent for a moment, then he stood up and said to Platz, "Lord Dean, I must remind you that if our academy were to continue taking in Ron, we might become enemies with the Holy Church …"

"What's going on?"

Vice-Principal Dabbs gave a deep bow, "Lord Dean, ever since Ron became involved in the fight, I've been deeply shocked by his strength. It's impossible for a single person to single-handedly fight against more than a hundred vocations, and even be called a useless Necromancer under normal circumstances. I feel that this situation has reached its climax. I've specially dispatched people to Holy Empire to understand the situation …"

"I've heard from Holy Empire that the Holy Church has been giving Ron a lot of importance. They've even sent Saint Rulers to personally hunt him down …"

"Saint realm expert?"

This sentence shocked everyone in the room. To be able to send a Saint realm expert to hunt down a necromancer showed how much the Holy Church valued Ron, and Ron's escape from a Saint realm expert was even more impressive.

However, Ron himself knew that if it hadn't been for his grandfather, Aqua Sword Saint Kobit, preventing the Radiant Commander from moving, Wharton, he probably would have been reduced to nothing but a pile of bones.

"Wharton?" Is it him? " Wharton had dealt with him more than once, when Wharton said with a cold snort, "Will the Holy Church extend their hands too far? I don't care about the prohibition of Necromancy in Holy Empire, I don't care about the pursuit of Necromancers, but what about my Roland Empire, does he care about it?"

"Yes!" "Back then, I decided to ignore it. After all, our Baroque Academy was one of the most powerful academies in the continent, and although the Holy Church was powerful, they didn't scare us too much. At that time, the fighting had yet to happen, and I was wondering why the Roland Empire had so many Necromancers, even though I was already aware of why they attached so much importance to Ron, the Necromancer …"

"... "I have a feeling that Ron, the ancient necromancer, is of extraordinary importance to the Holy Church. So, Lord Dean, I must remind you that taking Ron in is not a matter of words. You may have to pay the price …"

After a moment of silence, he said, "What do you mean?"

The voice of d'Abbs rang out once again. Headmaster, if we were to directly hand Ron over to the Holy Church, it would be detrimental to our academy's dignity, as well as to the dignity of the Roland Empire, as if we were afraid of them. After careful deliberation, I decided to use this brawl to expel Ron from the academy.

The other coaches' faces were calm, as if they felt that it was right to do so. Only Vivian's face was pale, but it was only human nature to accept Ron as his disciple. Although it was not beneficial for the academy, it was of great importance to the Holy Church.

Ron understood that the Holy Church was too powerful and their academy was going to fire him. Perhaps the academy wasn't afraid of the Holy Church and wouldn't do something so foolish as offending the Holy Church for a student.

"Headmaster Pratz, Vice-Headmaster d'Abbs, Instructor Vivian, professors …" said Ron, bowing deeply to each of them. "Thanks for taking care of me, and I'm sorry for the trouble."

Rönn stood up and swept a glance at everyone. The faces of those powerful instructors turned red and they lowered their heads deeply.

"Thus, in order to avoid causing trouble for the academy, I decided to — apply to withdraw from the academy …"

Only Vice Dean d'Abbs and the other teachers were slightly relieved. The expulsion of the students from the academy was for the sake of the fight, but people with discerning eyes could tell that there would be a lot of gossip because of the Holy Church. Now that the students had asked to withdraw from the academy, things were much easier.

While d'Abbs cast a grateful glance at Ron, which contained traces of an almost imperceptible apology, Vivian's face was one of anxiety as she frantically winked at Ron.

"Ron, our school doesn't do well on this matter, but you can rest assured that we will compensate you. Hopefully, we will make it up to you …" d'Abbs said apologetically.

"No need! "Farewell!" Ron was in a state of disarray, and he didn't want to say anything more. He took a deep breath, turned, and strode out.

It was dead silent in the dean's office. The crisp sound of the footsteps landed on the hearts of everyone present, causing them to feel an incomparable heaviness.

There was no one left here, there was a place for them to stay. Leaving Baroque Academy, even leaving the Roland Empire, there was no problem, the Noah Continent was so big, there was no need to worry about not being able to find a place to stay. Even if they went to cultivate deep in the mountains, under the guidance of Grandpa Homelin, would the results be terrible?

Just as Ron was about to reach the door, a muffled voice rang out, and Ron stopped in his tracks and turned around, calmly asking, "Dean Pratz, what else do you want?"

"Ron, what kind of place do you take Barovax Academy to be?" "If you want to come, you can come. If you want to leave, you can leave?"

Platz slowly lifted his head, his lips curving upwards with a hint of a crafty smile. "You can't leave the academy even one step without obtaining the graduation certificate that I personally signed …"

Ron's eyes flew open, and there was a fierce glee in his incredulous eyes. Section error, click on this report (no registration), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.