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I don't know how long it was before Ron woke up in the contestant lounge and slowly opened his eyes.

"Awake, Ron is awake!"

Aurora, who had been sitting next to Ron, stood up and said in surprise.

At this moment, the other people in room 302 came over and looked at Ron with concern.

"What's wrong with me?" Ron said, shaking his head, still a little confused.

"You defeated Merklin and fainted!" Aurora said with a smile.

"Ron, you're amazing!" "We have won the championship, the championship …"

"What? Champion?" It was Ron's turn to be surprised. He had no memory of what had happened after he fainted.

"Ah?" Don't you know it yourself? " Aurora gave Ron a strange look. "You summoned a very, very powerful Skeleton Knight, and then cast a spell similar to an ice ball to defeat Merlin?"

"What?" You mean the Dark Knight? " Ron's eyes widened, "With my current strength, I am still unable to summon the Black Knight!"

"No way!" This was obviously summoned by you, and you managed to defeat Mo Klin in one fell swoop. The fat guy came over and said.

Ron was feeling strange, but at this moment, he heard in his heart the voice of Hou Meilin, "The Dark Knight was summoned by me, as well as that Holy Knight, he was also defeated by me!" At that time, you were almost killed by him! "

Hearing that, Ron was shocked, "He was killed? Merklin wants to kill me? Why? Wasn't killing people strictly prohibited in the ranking tournament? Besides, I had already given up at that time! "

"There is only one reason why the Holy Knight killed you. He is from the Holy Church and he killed you to complete the mission of the Holy Church!" Homerin said.

It was only then that Ron realized, as it turned out, that the Mokelin had been ordered by the Holy Church to show such a strong killing intent on their first meeting, and when he thought of the fact that Grandpa Komelin had saved him once more, Ron said sincerely, "Thank you, Grandpa Komelin!"

"Do you even need to thank me? I was hoping that you would find out the truth behind the disappearance of the Necromancy Magic!" At the same time, his face turned serious, "Ron, you have to be careful in the future. If not for that paladin, his strength shouldn't be a threat to you. You have to be careful of the Holy Church.

When Ron heard this, he immediately tensed up. "Then what should I do now?"

"The most important thing for you is to break through the level of a Mage as soon as possible and become a Mage Magister. Otherwise, don't even talk about finding out the truth, you won't even be able to protect yourself!" But during this period of time, he gained nothing. He was sensitive to the feeling that such a level of secret was not so easily discovered, and that what everyone knew was not the secret. In order to come into contact with the higher level of secrets, one had to possess even greater strength.

Ron nodded. "I will!"

At this moment, he turned his attention to his roommates in Room 302. They had just won the competition, so everyone was in a rather good mood. The entire medical room was filled with cheers and laughter.

At this moment, the door to the medical ward of the academy opened and Dabbs walked in, a radiant smile on his face.

"Vice-Principal d'Abbs …"

"Vice Principal..."

Upon seeing d'Abbs enter, everyone in dorm 302 stood up and said that they still had to show the necessary respect for the academy's leadership.

"Wake up, Ron!" "I must congratulate you for defeating dorm 787 from before, and becoming the overall champion of the Academy's Ranking Tournament. From today onwards, dorm 302 will be the academy's number one dorm!"

Although the people in dorm 302 had already heard of this news, they still cheered in joy when they heard Vice-Principal Dabbs' official announcement.

"I was just lucky!" Ron scratched his head and said humbly.

Dabbs smiled and said, "I will give you the Academy Ranking Tournament's prize today, but a dark gold level weapon will have to wait for a few days, which is about ten days. All of these are high quality attributes, our enchanters have specially made them for you, this is the special prize for the Ranking Tournament …"

When everyone heard this, they were overjoyed. Although they all had Dark Gold-grade weapons in their hands, another one was also good. Moreover, it was a high quality weapon, even better than the ones they used themselves.

"In addition …" "Since you all won the Ranking Tournament, your respective jobs will automatically be transferred into the elite class. The academy will give you a student apartment for free..."

"Student apartment?" Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard that. They were both surprised and happy. The 302 dorm room also had student apartments? Just like Khafir, Shaya, and the others, moving into a student's apartment from an ordinary student's dormitory?

The student apartment was a small, independent building. Everyone had their own room, and it was also extremely luxurious. Due to the limited number of people, only the academy's professors and some outstanding elites were able to stay there. In the semi-finals, other than Ron's room 302, the other three people all lived in student apartments.

"Great! We've finally entered the student's dormitory!" Fatty chuckled and said, "In the future, I will have the money to boast to my father. We are also people who have lived in student apartments before …"

Lan Terry and Kara Qi were so excited that their faces were flushed red. They had never dreamt that they could live in a student apartment, and this could be considered taking advantage of Ron, otherwise, with their strength, they would never be able to live in a student apartment.

Ron was someone who had gone through a hard time. He had no objections to living in an ordinary dormitory or a student's dormitory. However, when he saw how happy Fatty and the others were, he smiled and thanked them.

"Right, Vice Principal!" What happened to the Merklin? " Aurora asked now, angry at the thought of Mecklin trying to kill Ron.

"Merklin? "He doesn't look like anything …" Dabbs pretended not to understand.

"That guy wanted to kill Ron in the finals. He knew that Ron had fainted, but he still refused to let him go. Why didn't the academy expel such a scum like him?" Aurora said angrily, and everyone in room 302 was indignant.

"But he didn't succeed!"

Seeing how the people from dorm 302 were not convinced, he said earnestly, "There is a huge difference between killing or not killing him. If Ron were to die now, the academy will punish him for it no matter what!" Moreover, the academy has its own considerations. Moreover, accidentally killing people is different from intentionally killing people, and if it were to be dealt with like this, it would make a lot of people sad. In the future, when the Ranking War is held, those students would shrink back! "

"That guy was doing it on purpose!"

Dabbs shook his head, "Whether it was intentional or not, it doesn't matter now. After all, Ron is fine now. Alright, let's not discuss this issue anymore!"

He smiled and looked at Ron.

Ron laughed, "It's fine now. Thank you for your concern, Vice Principal!"

"Very well. Come with me."

"Where to?"

"The principal wishes to meet you..."

… ….

Ron followed d'Abbs to the dean's office, passing the dueling ring and learning from the students about the results of the third and fourth place matches.

The result was a little unexpected. The Hairis dorm, which was known as the hottest camp in the entire season, actually lost to Hera's dorm 237 in the competition. On the arena, a group of female students cheered excitedly, including the beautiful Princess Hera.

When d'Abbs saw this scene, he could not help but smile wryly and say to Ron, "Life is always full of surprises. Actually, I had always been optimistic about Khafir's victory, but in the end, hehe …"

He was about to knock on the door when he heard a voice from inside. "Is it Ron?" "Come in..."

Dabbs opened the door, ushered Ron in, then backed out, closing it softly behind him.

The study room was filled with an ancient aura. It was low key and not luxurious, making people feel comfortable.

"Dean Platz!" Ron greeted him and raised his head slightly, only to see Pratz smiling. With a casual wave of his hand, he pointed to a large carved chair beside him. "Sit!"

"Dean Sheppardz!" Ron sat down, feeling very uneasy. He didn't know why Principal Platz, as a Saint realm expert, had wanted to see him alone. It must be known that to be personally received by a Saint realm expert was an honor no matter where one went.

"Ron, the first thing to do is to congratulate you on becoming the champion of this year's Ranking Tournament! The final battle was just too exciting. Although there were some noises in the middle, your performance was very good, and I'm very satisfied … "

The moment he arrived, Platz immediately went straight to the point.

Bowing slightly, Ron said modestly, "Where, it's all thanks to the academy's instructors …"

Platz laughed loudly and suddenly said with a straight face, "Ron, there's no need to say such hypocritical words in front of me. I know what level the Undead division is at, and your Undead class teacher Vivian doesn't have the qualifications to teach you Necromancy …"

Ron's heart skipped a beat, and he had a faint feeling that something was amiss with this conversation.

"Speak!" What's your purpose for coming to Baroque Academy? " Platz's voice softened, but there was no doubt in it.

"To be honest, there's no need to tell a lie. Although I can guess your purpose in coming here, I'd rather hear it from your own mouth!"

It seemed that he had no choice but to say no. Ron took a deep breath and said slowly, "Dean Pratz, to tell you the truth, the most important reason why I came here is to enter the library of Baroque Academy …"

"Library?" He had expected Ron to answer, to seek asylum, but he had not expected Ron to do it for the library.

He frowned, "What is going on? "Be clear about it..." 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.