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Ron carefully deliberated over his words. "It's like this, Principal Platz. I grew up in a small mountain village on the west side of Holy Empire. I've never seen much of the world, much less know what the world is like. I'm not lying about this. My original intention for entering Baroque Academy was indeed to go to the academy's library …"

Platz's face was tight, and he didn't say anything.

Ron hesitated for a moment before saying, "Of course, there is another reason. I want to find out if the library can help me find the truth behind the disappearance of Necromancy from 100,000 years ago …"

"Oh!" "Did you find it?"

Ron shook his head. "The library in the academy is indeed rich, but I haven't found any information regarding necromancy!"

"There are always secrets in any library in the world, and I'm no exception." As he said that, he pointed to the sheepskin scroll on the table, "This is an ancient scroll that records some things related to undead magic. I was curious about it and took it out to take a look.

Ron hurried over, reached for the parchment, and examined it carefully, not missing a single detail.

Platz said, "It's very strange, in the ancient texts, there were records of undead magic, but after the end of the ancient era, the undead magic also disappeared, not a single trace of it was recorded. Starting from the first year of Noah, there isn't a single trace of the undead magic, for example, the Noah Continent is like a piece of white paper, this piece of white paper has a lot of things written on it, but this piece of white paper just leaked out the undead magic …"

Platz suddenly turned around and stared at Ron. "From the beginning of Noah's new year until now, a hundred thousand years have passed. The Necromancy Magic has already disappeared, I want to know, how did you learn the Necromancy Magic from a hundred thousand years ago?"

Ron put down the scroll silently and shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry, Dean Platz, but I can't!"

As if he had expected this attitude, Platz smiled and said, "Even if you didn't tell me, I would have already guessed it!"

He slowly took a step forward, and said with a smile that was not a smile, "In the finals of the Ranking Tournament, what exploded afterwards wasn't your strength, right?"

Ron's body jerked, and he turned to look at Platz with an incredulous expression.

"No need to look at me like that, I was just guessing, the strength you displayed back then was comparable to a master level warrior, and the aura was completely different from before, so I could guess that this isn't your strength, and there should be a soul within your body, a soul that can control your body to fight, I'm not wrong..."

Platz's eyes were sharp, and he guessed correctly.

Ron fell into a rare silence as he listened. The other side had guessed everything. What else did he have to say? But what troubled him was that Dean Pratz was pressing on, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

"Ron, let me talk to him!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ron was a little surprised that Grandpa Komelin had taken the initiative to show up. This was a rare occurrence.

Hou Meilin smiled, "It's fine, I don't feel that he has any ill intentions. Some things should be left open, maybe we can talk about cooperation …"

Ron nodded. With that, he closed his eyes and handed over control of his body.

Then Ron's eyes flew open, and they flashed.

An extremely cold and gloomy aura gushed out, as if from the depths of hell, causing Pratz to be stunned for a moment. His heart became vigilant, "Ron, you-"

At this moment, Ron spoke slowly, but his voice had changed to an old voice. "As you wish, I'm coming out!"

"Ah —" Platz took a step back, sizing up Ron, a hint of astonishment in his eyes. "A Saint-level expert?"

"Saint realm expert!" Hou Meilin laughed, "It has been a long time since someone has called me that. That's right, I am an Undead Saint Magister, and also a Saint realm expert. My name is Hou Meilin, what should I call you? "A Fire Saint of the Platz branch?"

"Just call me Platz!" Suddenly facing the person from 100,000 years ago, a trace of respect appeared in Platz's eyes, "Your Excellency should have come from the ancient era, perhaps I should call you senior!"

Hou Meilin nodded and sighed, "It has been 100,000 years without me realizing it..."

"May I ask how strong senior is?"

Hou Meilin smiled, "I'm fine, I'm just a little stronger than you!"

"Peak Saint realm?" He was only a high-level Saint. In the entire Noah Continent, he could be considered a side of experts. There weren't many people in the entire Noah Continent who were at the peak of the Saint realm.

Hou Meilin laughed, "Platz, you don't need to test me. Since I dared to show my face, I'm naturally not afraid of any tricks you play. Although Ron's body has restricted my ability, I can still retreat unscathed from your hands..."

Platz slightly bowed, "Senior's words are too serious. How could this junior dare to be disrespectful to senior!"

Komelin stood up and paced a few steps, seemingly thinking about something. After a long time, he turned around and smiled at Platz. "Platz, maybe we can make a deal …"

"Trade?" Platz's eyes widened.

Hou Meilin smiled and threw down a bomb that could shock Pratz. "With Ron's current cultivation progress, I can guarantee that he'll be able to step into the Sacred Domain before the age of fifty …"

Stepping into the Saint realm before the age of fifty, Platz's eyelids jumped as he asked, "So what?"

"As long as Ron steps into the Saint realm, I can be resurrected. If that's the case, we'll be two Saint realm experts …"

Hou Meilin slowly said.

When he heard the words of the two Saint-level combatants, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

Hou Meilin glanced at Platz and said, "If your Excellency can give Ron protection, this would mean that we, two Saint realm experts, owe you a favor …"

Platz's brows gradually relaxed. This was a promise from two Saint realm experts, and one of them was at the peak of the Saint realm. This could be said to be a huge favor.

In other words, he could have two Saint realm experts do anything as long as the other party was able to do it.

In the Noah Continent, Saint realm experts were worth a thousand gold taels. Since the other party had mentioned it, Platz was not afraid that he would be unable to accomplish it. As for fifty years of time, Saint realm experts only needed a flick of a finger.

After entering the Saint realm, each profession could extend one's lifespan by leaps and bounds. Ordinary Saint realm experts could live for three hundred years without a problem. Even the current Pratz was only slightly over a hundred years old.

Protecting a person was too easy for a Saint realm expert. It was just that the Holy Church was a little troublesome, but Platz didn't have any respect for the Holy Church. Thus, this wasn't a problem for him.

No one dared to cause trouble for him as long as Rönn stayed in Baroque City and didn't go out.

"Sure!" Without even thinking about it, Platz agreed. He changed the tone of his voice and said, "But Sir Hou Meilin, I have a condition..."

As if he had expected this, Homelin nodded and said, "If you have any conditions, just say them!"

In Hou Meilin's view, it was normal for the other party to make a condition. After all, what he had drawn out was just an empty cheque, so he was surprised that the other party had agreed to it.

Platz said, "If Ron can successfully break through to become a teacher, I hope that he can remain in the academy to teach the Necromancy Division …"

Hou Meilin was stunned, he did not expect that Platz would propose such a thought.

Seeing Huo Meilin's expression, Platz hurriedly added, "There's still one more thing that you don't need to worry about. I won't treat him unfairly. His treatment will be 30% higher than that of an ordinary teacher …"

"It seems that we all have the same goal …"

He nodded, "That's fine, I'll agree on his behalf!"

A smile finally appeared on Platz's face.

The first was to find out the truth behind the disappearance of Necromancy. The second was to revive Necromancy and restore the former glory of Necromancy, while Ron became a teacher in the academy and spread the knowledge of Necromancy and Necromancy. This was a good thing, the more people he had to learn, the better.

On the other hand, Platz was more concerned about the interests of Baroque Academy. He had taken a fancy to the potential of Necromancy. Perhaps he could rely on Necromancy to suppress the other two academies.

"There are Knight classes everywhere, and Palewax Academy has Knight classes as well. However, why are almost all Knights going to Dragon Soaring Academy?" The word "Dragon Knight" was a good illustration of this.

Platz was filled with anticipation for Ron.

… ….

In an abandoned house on the outskirts of Barofax.

Moklin trembled as he knelt on the ground. He kept begging for forgiveness. Next to him stood a luxuriously dressed middle-aged man. His face was cold and his expression was calm. One could tell at a glance that he was a big shot.

"What did you say?" actually failed? "

The speaker was the Elders of the Holy Church, the Lord of the Pious Palace, Wharton. This time, he had disguised himself to secretly infiltrate the Roland Empire's Barofax City, directing this operation against Ron. Unfortunately, he had failed.

According to the rules set by the Saints, Saints could not enter the territory of other Saints without permission. However, since this rule was not respected and passed with no harm done, the Saints would be able to turn a blind eye to it.

Since the Roland Empire and Holy Empire had been split due to the civil war, their relationship wasn't very good. Wharton could only secretly make his way over.

"Lord Wharton, please calm your anger. I will definitely think of a way to kill Ron, I promise …"

"Humph!" "Hmph." Wharton snorted coldly. "You better keep your word. Otherwise, you know the consequences. I personally raised you as the Holy Son, and I will personally kick you out …"

"Get up, my Sage Merclin!" "What sort of manners do you have to be kneeling?"

At this moment, he was like a frightened little deer, how could he be the Holy Son of the Holy Church? Wharton shook his head.

"It seems like I can't rely on him anymore!" He let out a sigh. Staring at the distant Barofax Academy, he felt a sense of helplessness in his heart.

He planned to continue to take action against Ron, such as assassinating him, but unfortunately he didn't have the time. The Holy Church's Pope sent him three oracles a day, telling him to go back.

"Damn it!" Wharton cursed savagely, punching the wall with his fist, breaking a big hole in the broken stone wall. He wanted to rush into Baroque Academy and grab Ron, but he didn't dare.

Wharton clenched his fists angrily. "Damned Platz, he actually refused to budge …"

There were three Saint-level combatants in Barofax City, and Wharton had the feeling that the three of them, including Platz, had already discovered his existence. However, he paid no attention to him; Wharton, at a disadvantage, would definitely not dare to attack without absolute confidence in defeating his opponent.

"We have to report this to the Church as soon as possible and take action against him. Otherwise, if this kid continues to grow, sooner or later, he'll become a thorn in our side!"

He sighed, no longer hesitating, and turned away, oblivious to Merklin's call. He was thoroughly disappointed in him.