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"Huuuuuuuu." Watching Chris walk away, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Ron discovered that his back was drenched in cold sweat. Just a moment ago, he had already walked through hell once. It was as if he was born after a tribulation.

"Why aren't you thanking Lord Hill?" Dabbs reminded Ron.

Ron bowed deeply. "Lord Hill, thank you!"

Hill smiled and ignored Ron, turning instead to d'Abbs. "Dabbs, go to your office. I have something to talk to you about!"

"Alright!" Dabbs made a respectful gesture of invitation.

… ….

Late at night, Ron stayed in his room. He had been promoted to mentor, so now he had his own small apartment. He didn't want to be crowded with Fatty and the others.

In fact, it wasn't really crowded, it was really lively when they were playing around in the dorm room. Although everyone in room 302 was not strong enough, no one looked at each other. Other than Princess Angel, who was a little willful, the others were fine.

Remembering what had happened today, Ron felt like he was in a dream. Similarly, he had witnessed the true strength of a Saint realm expert. To be honest, if it weren't for Speck, Chris could have killed him as easily as squashing an ant.

However, Speck was no match for him either. The difference between that incomplete domain and the real one was too great.

Ron's heart skipped a beat, and his soul entered the soul ring, floating straight towards the huge Skeleton God Temple. The inside of the temple was empty, with only a giant crystal coffin inside.

Seeing the peaceful expression on his face, Ron let out a soft sigh. Grandpa Homerin appeared less and less often just to say a few words and then immediately return to the Soul Ring. He wanted to be free to grow and not be a flower in a greenhouse, but the soul power he had obtained from the Soul Ring was not enough to sustain him for long.

"Grandpa Hou Meilin was also a Saint realm expert when he was alive. I wonder how strong he is!" Then Ron thought of Homelin and let out a small sigh. If only Grandpa Homelin could be resurrected.

Even though Grandpa Hou Meilin was dead, his soul was still there. Not only was he there, he had preserved it well. This was all thanks to his soul ring.

He had told Ron about the resurrection without going into detail, but one condition was that Ron had reached the power of the Saints.

The Saint-level was something that was far away. Even Homelin couldn't guarantee that Ron would be able to set foot in it. To become a Saint-level not only required hard work, but also luck and opportunity.

Rönn sighed and shook his head with a bitter smile. Right now, he was only at the Master Class.

While he was still in a daze, Ron's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he felt as if he was being watched. All of a sudden, his hair stood on end, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Who?"

He stood up, holding the space bag tightly in his hand, and looked around warily.

But nothing happened, just the rustling of the wind, and Ron's sense of unease grew stronger.

No, this was definitely not an illusion! Someone was watching, and he wasn't an ordinary person.

"Who's here? If you don't come out now, I won't be polite!" said Ron coldly.

"Hur Hur Hur!" There was a sound from the wall, and a figure slowly materialized in front of Ron.

Looking at the familiar face, Ron was stunned. "It's you?" Lord Hill? "

"Pretty good vigilance, Ron. How did you find me?" Hill smiled, went over to Ron's desk, brushed it lightly with his sleeve, and sat down.

"This... It's just intuition... " He had never expected that a Saint realm expert like Lord Hill would suddenly show up at his dorm and was at a loss as to what to do.

Rising from his nervousness, Ron walked in front of Hill and gave a deep bow. "Lord Hill, thank you for saving our lives today!"

Hill was a mentor to the Hans. Actually, there was no need for him to interfere in this matter. However, he had dealt with it in the end. No matter what, Ron was naturally grateful.

"Nothing, just a small matter!" Hill waved his hand. "However, Ron, I advise you to be more careful in the future. I don't think this guy will let this matter rest."

Ron was stunned. "Lord Hill, are you saying that he will find trouble with you?" You and him. Didn't we already agree on the conditions? "

Hill smiled bitterly. "Negotiate on a condition?" Do you think it's that simple? Ron, you know what? The thing that really made him retreat was not the information I exchanged with him, but the three Saint realm experts of our Baroque City … "

"All three of us formed a small group, and the deterrence of all of us added up is only able to force him to give up. Otherwise, things wouldn't be resolved so easily!"

Only now did Ron realize that if Chris didn't give in, he would be making himself an enemy of three Saint-level combatants. No wonder he had chosen to retreat in the end.

At this moment, he bowed deeply, "No matter what, I have to thank Lord Hill!"

Hill was very happy. This sixteen year old youth, using the bizarre Necromancy Spell, was actually inextricably fighting a Saint realm expert. Although in the end he had still failed, it had also piqued Hill's interest.

Hill smiled. He naturally had a purpose in visiting Ron late at night. He didn't beat around the bush, but went straight to the point, "Ron, to be honest, I admire you a lot. I wonder if you're interested in joining Flying Shadow …"

Flying Shadow was an intelligence organization under Hill's command.

"Lord Hill, what is Flying Shadow?"

Only now did Ron realize how huge the largest intelligence agency in the entire Noah Continent was. Their influence spread throughout the entire Noah Continent, and in each city, there were contact points for them. They received a lot of rewards from selling information, and Hill was the leader of this intelligence organization.

Ron pondered for a moment. To be honest, he really didn't want to join any organization, but Hill's request made it difficult for him. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Lord Hill, I'm already a teacher at Barovax Academy. I'm afraid I don't have the time to do matters regarding intelligence!"

"That's not important," Hill said with a smile. "Ron, don't worry, you're a teacher at Barovax Academy and there's no conflict between you joining Flying Shadow and me. I've talked to d'Abbs about this, and he agrees!"

Ron looked at Hill's smiling face and didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. For some reason, he felt like someone had just sold him out, but he also knew that the other party didn't have any malicious intentions.

"Why did you choose me?" Ron asked. Letting a Saint realm expert personally come would not be as simple as just appreciating it.

"Because I think you can!" Hill stared intently into Ron's eyes. "I feel like your Necromancy can do a good job in this area!"

Ron was silent. Using the undead magic crow, it wasn't too hard for him to gather some information.

"How is it? "Think about it?" He fiddled with the ring on his finger, turning it gently.

"Alright, I agree!" Ron hesitated, then nodded.

Hill looked very happy. He took out a metal plate from his space pocket and handed it over to Ron, smiling as he said, "From today onwards, we are on the same side. Take this iron plate and you can use it at critical moments."

Ron took it and examined it closely. He saw that both the front and the back of the metal plate were engraved with an inverted triangular symbol, a special symbol of the Flying Shadow organization.

Hill smiled, "Take this metal plate, look at the emblem, then you'll be able to find our contact points in each city and seek help, including all kinds of information and information that you need …"

"Thank you!" Ron finally understood the meaning of joining the Flying Shadow organization. With this metal plate, it would be much easier to get the relevant information, and he was sincerely grateful to Hill.

"Ron, Chris isn't going to end this easily. You have to be careful. I believe he'll still cause you trouble …" As Hill spoke, his figure gradually faded until it finally disappeared.

The room regained its tranquility, as if Hill had never been here before. Ron was dazed for a moment, then he shook his head and smiled bitterly while holding the heavy metal plate, "This Lord Hill, his actions are really unexpected!"

… ….

"What?" You want me to recruit students? "

Ron was sitting in front of d'Abbs's desk in the office of Baroque Academy. His eyes were wide with ecstasy.

It was no wonder that Ron was both surprised and delighted, reviving Necromancy and making it reappear on the mainland. This was in itself the wish in Grandpa Komelin's heart, as well as the goal that Ron was striving for.

He picked up his cup and drank some water, then said, "Spring recruitment will start soon, and you guys don't even have a single student in the Necromancy Department, that's just not reasonable. Ron, prepare yourself, start the recruitment, considering that you and Vivian are the only teachers in the Necromancy Division, I suggest you not recruit too many people.

"Yes, Vice-Dean d'Abbs!" said Ron cheerfully.

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