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When Ron finally calmed down, he turned around and saw Aurora standing there.

Aurora smiled and said, "Ron, why don't you come along?"

Lan Terry understood, smiled and said, "Then you guys get busy, I'll go first!" After which, he turned around and left.

"Where to?" Ron asked after Langtry had left.

"Whatever!" Aurora shrugged and smiled. "Let's go for a walk outside the school …"

Ron nodded and followed Aurora out of the college gates.

… ….

At night, Baroque City was exceptionally peaceful. Magic lamps were as bright as the stars in the night sky, and a cool breeze blew past, making everyone feel comfortable.

Aurora and Ron were strolling in the night, neither of them saying a word first.

After a long time, Aurora broke the silence. "Ron, are you feeling better?"

"En!" Ron nodded.

Aurora sighed. "Tomorrow! Tomorrow, I'll have to battle with dorm 787, which ranks first in Baroque Academy … "

"It doesn't matter if you win or lose, it's worth it. Ron, you don't have to put too much pressure on yourself tomorrow …"

Ron nodded.

"Ron, when you first stepped into room 302, I thought you were like those Necromancers. I wanted to protect you after knowing that you had provoked Shanghai Phil …"

Aurora smiled. "Later on, my worries were proven to be unnecessary. Not only are you strong, you're even stronger than I imagined …"

Ron smiled wryly, "I also didn't expect them to assign me to room 302. You're right, they all look down on Necromancers. That's because the real Necromancers have disappeared for 100,000 years. The popular Necromancers were actually translated incorrectly by the original Necromancers, that's why they became like this …"

"I know, the real Undead Magic is very strong!" You are a good example … " Aurora smiled and said, "However, I don't understand why such a powerful undead spell would suddenly disappear. Hur Hur, I really can't understand it …"

"I don't know. I'm also looking for an answer."

Although Aurora wasn't an absolute beauty, she was still very attractive. To Ron, she was much more realistic than Shaya and Cardina, who were both out of his reach.

Seeing Ron staring at her in such a daze, Aurora couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed inside. Who would be staring at a girl like that? She complained, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Ugh!" Ron came back to himself quickly, looking a little embarrassed.

Seeing Ron's incomparably embarrassed expression, Aurora giggled and gently tapped his forehead, "Idiot …"

Ron felt as if his brain were running out of steam. Aurora was both happy and angry, and suddenly Aurora was striding away, and he was still standing there.

This time, even the soul form of Hou Meilin could not stand it any longer. He could not help but laugh and remind Ron, "Ron, you're such a retard, you don't even know that other girls like you …"

"Huh?" It was only then that Ron woke up. Aurora likes me?

Ron was just a sixteen year old child with a simple mind. His mind was basically focused on training. As for the relationship between a man and a woman, he was still in the initial stages of love, so he could be said to not understand anything.

Ron had lived with Grandpa Zaly, who was a beggar and couldn't teach him anything, and he had never been in contact with him before.

"Uh, then what should I do about it, Grandpa Holmerin?" The muddle-headed teenager was at a loss. His face became as hot as a fever.

Grandpa Hou Meilin laughed, "Of course, you have to chase after her and grab her hand. Haha, after that, you have to take control of yourself …"

"Oh!" Ron, who had been listening to Komelin's words, responded and ran after her. "Aurora, wait for me …" He stopped. "Wait for me," he said. "Wait for me," he said. "Wait." Ron. "Ron followed her." Aurora, "he said." … … … "… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

Ron grabbed Aurora's hand, and there was an electric shock, a rush of nervousness like a fawn, but Aurora didn't shake him off, or he'd have to find a hole in the ground to get in.

As Ron gently squeezed Aurora's hand and felt the sweat on it, she was filled with sweetness and thought, This fool is finally enlightened now.

"Aurora, I like you!" Ron's no fool, he finally admitted.

"En!" For a time, Aurora's heart was overjoyed. A joy surged from the bottom of her heart and filled her heart, but Aurora still maintained her reserved heart like a young girl. She weakly replied, her long eyelashes gently fluttering.

The night in Baroque City was especially peaceful. As the gentle wind blew, ripples appeared on the long moat. The two held hands as the moonlight dragged their silhouettes into the darkness.

… ….

Moulin Rouge was as bustling as ever. Every day, there was an endless stream of guests coming in from all four directions. The brightly lit main hall was filled with wonderful singing and dancing.

In a dark corner of the hall, a tall figure sat at the bar counter. His face was flushed red from drinking quite a bit.

"Give me another cup!"

The figure in the corner was Khafir, who had just finished a glass full of high-grade ale, and spoke in a gruff voice.

The male waiter did not dare to be negligent. Most of the people that came here were cultivators and he was just an ordinary person. He could not afford to offend any of them.

He poured a full cup and placed it in front of Khafir, saying carefully, "Sir, you've had a lot to drink today. Please take care of yourself …"

The waiter originally had good intentions, but to Khafir's ears, he felt extremely uncomfortable. He placed the wine cup on the table, stared at the alcohol in his eyes and cursed, "Does your father want you to care about how much I drink? Or are you afraid that I don't have any money? "Let me tell you, I have plenty of money …"

"Yes …" It was … "It's …" The waiter had to let him say whatever he wanted, and one of the supervisors gave him a look and told him to leave.

At the moment, though, he was in a very bad mood. He had fought with Ron, and in the end, he had actually lost, and the fight had been fair, and he had lost with a great deal of conviction, but even if he was in a bad mood, he had no interest in challenging Mecklin, and so he had come here to borrow some wine to pour his sorrows.

After drinking for a while, Khafir felt a little nauseous, so he got up and went to the toilet. When he came out of the toilet, the smell of alcohol rose up and he staggered.

He accidentally bumped into a person. That person was a Thief with a relatively small stature. After being hit by the person's attack, he almost fell to the ground.

He glared and cursed, "Fuck, do you walk without an eye? Do you know who I am? "

When Khafir heard this, he was infuriated. He had not yet vented his anger when someone hit the gun. "F * ck you. I don't care who the fuck you are. If you piss me off, I'll kill you!"

"You —" The Rogue was furious.

Haiphers stared at him, "What? You want to make a move? "A little thief like you, laozi isn't afraid of you …"

Seeing Khafir's burly figure, the Rogue was frightened. He forcefully retracted his fist which was held up in the air, and said in a fierce manner, "Good boy, if you dare to leave your name behind, I'll find someone to kill you …"

When Khafir heard this, he burst out into laughter. "Heh!" He then said, "I'm Khafir from the Baroque Academy Knight Class. I was just afraid that you wouldn't dare to come …."

The Rogue's eyes widened, "What?" Balovax Academy? " Upon hearing this name, the Rogue was overjoyed. Damn, I've finally found the people from Barovax Academy!

They had sent people to search for the people from Balovacs Academy in the city, but because Balovacs Academy was at the critical point of the ranking tournament, these people did not want to miss the most exciting finals of the ranking tournament tomorrow. Not many students left the school gate and went to bed early.

"That's right!" "Didn't you say you were looking for someone to kill me? "If you have the guts to call me here, I'll call you with your surname..."

"Fuck, let's wait and see!" The Rogue didn't bat an eyelid. He threw down those words and turned around to leave.

"F * ck!" "Stupid bastard!" Khafir pointed to the middle finger. However, he was just speaking. Even if he wanted to make a move, he couldn't do it in a place like the Moulin Rouge. He knew that there were powerful people guarding the place.

… ….

The thief came out of the Moulin Rouge and ran all the way to the corner of a street.

"Boss Perdita, Boss Perdita …" The Thief saw a group of people from afar and immediately shouted out.

It was a group of twenty or thirty students from the Dragon Institute, and they had searched half of Baroque City for her. They couldn't find even a single Baroque student, and they were all gathered together discussing countermeasures when Perdita heard someone call out to her and said grumpily, "What's the matter?"

"Boss Perdita, we've found …"

Perdita frowned. "Find what?"

"The people from Barovacs Academy …"

"Hmm?" "Where? How many of them are there?"

"That fellow is at the Moulin Rouge. It seems to be only one person."

"Alone?" The woman named Perdita paused for a moment. "It's not a big problem if it's just one person, but the Moulin Rouge is not a good place to start."

"We can ambush him at the door of the Moulin Rouge. I assume he'll be out by the time he comes out!"

"That's right!" Perdita laughed, "They won't care if we fight outside the Moulin Rouge. Haha, we've finally found one, and that should be enough for us to report to Boss Peggotlin. Haha, I heard that Turns hasn't found one yet …"

Perdita and Tynes were both under Peggotlin's command, and they loved to compete. They had been delighted to hear that Tynes had been beaten half to death by a necromancer.

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