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eadx ();? Seeing that Ron's expression was a little terrible, Vivian tugged at the corner of Ron's clothes, "Ron, forget it. We can't blame them. It's the Undead Magic that hasn't been accepted by anyone!"

Ron took a deep breath, tears glistening in his eyes. "I'm fine. Let's end it here for today!"

With that, he ignored the others and stood up to leave.

"Ron, Ron —"

Vivian called out a few times, but Ron didn't turn around. She had no choice but to get up and quietly pick up the things on the table.

One day passed without any success, but the next day was the same, and Ron could not sit still any longer. He thought for a long time and decided to go to d'Abbs.

Dabbs was sweating profusely in his office. There was so much work going on in the spring that he couldn't keep up, and when he was relieved to be done, Ron arrived.

"How is the enrollment coming along?" asked d'Abbs directly, when he saw Ron.

"Not a single one!" Ron shrugged helplessly.

"Not a single one?" His face was filled with disbelief as he thought for a moment. "I think the Undead division's tuition fee has already been pushed down to a very low level!"

"It's not a matter of money!" Ron sighed, "I think a lot of people have yet to accept their necromancy. They think that their necromancy is still the same as before!"

"So it's like that!" He and Dean Platz had high hopes for Ron's necromancy. In Dean Platz's words, the disappearance of a great cultivation system like necromancy was an unforgivable crime.

"Then what are you going to do?" d'Abbs asked.

At this moment, Ron finally felt the pressure Vivian had been under before. As a teacher of the Necromancy Department, not a single student was admitted. This was even worse than someone slapping him in the face.

Ron thought for a moment and hesitated, "Vice President d'Abbs, I have an idea!"

"Speak!"

"I want to go out and recruit new students!"

"Enroll students outside?" "You mean to say," said d'Abbs, his eyes wide and his mouth big enough to fit in an egg, "that we have to leave Palovax and go to cities all over the country to recruit students?"

"Pretty much!" Ron nodded, "Maybe he left the Roland Empire!"

"How can this be?" He didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this. "Since the establishment of the Baroque Academy, there hasn't been such a rule. To think that you could think up such a rule …"

"Everything has its first time!" Ron said in a serious tone, then spread out his hands. "Besides, if the Necromancy Branch can't recruit any students, there's no point for a teacher like me here. You don't want to lose your job as soon as you become a teacher!"

"This is... hmm..." As soon as he heard this, he fell silent. He was thinking.

Ron wasn't in a hurry either. He sat down in the carved chair in front of the table and waited, confident that he would get a result.

"Alright!" He looked at Ron. "For the sake of undead magic, I'll make an exception once, but only once!"

The corner of Ron's mouth curved into a smile, and he nodded briskly. "Well, I'll leave tomorrow!"

… ….

A long line of people, dozens of them, were quietly walking in the mountains. Their expressions were wooden and their expressions were dull. They were like zombies.

Beside them, there were skeletons one after another. These skeletons carried huge boxes on their shoulders as they struggled to walk forward. The people controlling the skeletons were also exhausted. Using this method to control the skeletons required a huge amount of spiritual energy.

Judging from their attire and their actions, these people were all Necromancers. They wore black clothes, and looked like they had not been washed for a long time, as a sour stench emanated from them, and they looked no different from beggars. These people were of all ages, both male and female, but all of them had sluggish expressions as they looked at the scene in front of them.

"Hurry up, we have to get there before sunset!" A man on a big horse urged them from behind.

These people walked a little faster, but their steps were still difficult.

"Hello, I am Ron, a teacher of the Necromancy Department in Baroque Academy. Do you need to learn different kinds of Necromancy?" The Undead division doesn't charge us any fees right now, but we pay you back three gold coins a month! "

A youth ran to the side of the group and pulled a ragged old man along as he spoke.

On the way west, he encountered countless Necromancers, but to his surprise, no one was willing to learn necromancy, not even if he had to spend money.

What he had seen and heard these past few days had shocked Ron immensely. The Necromancers he had seen were all doing jobs that no one in the world was capable of doing.

These Necromancers took the continent's lowest wages and did the most arduous and tiring work. The torture of living had already caused them to lose hope, and if not for their ability to control skeletons, they would have been able to earn enough money to eat.

The old man turned to look at Ron.

Ron's heart lurched, and he saw a bony face, devoid of any color. His face was drawn down by the chronic malnutrition, and there was no light in his eyes, as if nothing in the world mattered anymore.

He glanced at Ron, then turned away and walked on without a word, oblivious to what Ron was saying.

It was only disappointment in Ron's eyes. It was the fifth day, and he hadn't met a single student. He turned around and caught Vivian's eye.

Vivian shook her head, indicating that it was the same on her side. Her face was filled with helplessness.

"Hey, who are you? What are you doing here? " At this moment, a voice sounded. Following that, a bearded middle-aged man appeared in front of them, staring at them warily.

"Hello, we are the professors from Baroque Academy!" said Ron quietly.

"Oh, Balovax Academy?" When the middle-aged man heard this, he frowned.

"So that's how it is. What are you all doing here?" Naturally, he had heard of Barofax Academy's famous name before. Knowing that these two people weren't here to steal his goods, he felt relieved and asked in an amiable manner. At this moment, Vivian also walked over.

"It's like this!"

Ron told him about the student recruitment for the Necromancy Branch. When the middle-aged man heard this, he laughed, "Undead magic, recruitment? "Hehe, there are even people who teach Necromancy free of charge. It's a pity that no one wants to learn these trashy skills. Those who know Necromancy are the older ones."

Rowan nodded, expressing his deep sympathy. Throughout the journey, he had rarely seen any youngsters learning Necromancy.

The middle-aged man sighed, "To be honest, sometimes I sympathize with these people. They do the dirtiest and most tiring work, and with the lowest salary, their lives are hopeless …"

"You know what? Buying a Spatial Pouch to store my goods requires a few dozen gold coins, and hiring these Necromancers to help me transport my goods, you see, there are dozens of them, and they only cost less than 2 gold coins. Such a low salary is something that not even ordinary citizens are willing to do … "

Ron nodded, his eyes looking a little disappointed. He thought for a moment and asked, "Uncle, if Necromancy can fight like magic, what kind of position will it be in?"

"What?" What did you say? Necromancy? "Fight?" Hearing that, the middle-aged man opened his eyes wide, as if he heard the most unbelievable thing in the world, and then, he burst out laughing, "Hahaha, little brother, do you know what you're saying? Necromancy can fight? That is impossible, haha...] Little brother, have you read too many novels? Is my brain burnt out? "

Ron didn't laugh, his heart was as sore as a needle, and Vivian's face was just as ugly.

The middle-aged man patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "Little brother, it's no use thinking about this all the time. How about this, where do you want to go? I'll send you there! "

Ron asked Vivian. "Where are we now?"

Vivian took out a map from her space bag and opened it. Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by the middle-aged man, who smiled and said, "There's no need to look at this map. Let me tell you, this is the border of the Roland Empire …"

After saying that, he pointed to the mountain opposite him, "Little brother, do you see this mountain? Once you cross this mountain, you will be out of the Roland Empire!"

Shocked, Ron exchanged glances with Vivian. Unknowingly, they had already reached the borders of the Roland Empire.

"What's it called from here all the way to the next city?" Ron thought for a moment.

"Multicolored Stone Castle!" The middle-aged man confidently said, "Little brother, you've asked the right person. I'm very familiar with this area, moreover, I am doing business at the Painted Stone Fort!"

"Isn't the Colored Rock Castle already under the jurisdiction of the Roland Empire?" Ron asked.

"No!" The middle-aged man answered straightforwardly.

Since there was no chance for him in the Roland Empire, why not try his luck at the Multicolored Stone Castle, perhaps he might be able to recruit some people?

The fact that he had been unable to recruit anyone had hit Ron hard, and he had relaxed from his initial teens to any age, as long as he could recruit people.

"Are there also Necromancers in the place called the Colored Rock Castle?" Ron asked.

"Of course there are, and it's a lot!" The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Little brother, are you still thinking about recruiting new students? Listen to uncle's words of advice, don't think about it, this isn't a realistic idea at all …"

Ron was silent for a moment.

The middle-aged man came over, "Little brother, are you a Necromancer as well? Seeing that you're so young, it's quite a pity to learn Necromancy. How about this, I'll send you to Caishi Castle. Let me tell you, this place isn't too peaceful … … "

"Thank you, no!"

Vivian covered her mouth and laughed.

"Hey …" Hey … "Why did you leave?" the middle-aged man shouted as Ron left.

Ron left without looking back.

Looking at Ron's departing back, the middle-aged man muttered to himself, "What a weirdo, learning at such a young age is not good, yet he still wants to learn necromancy and refused to let me escort him. Fine, I won't tell you where the war just ended …"

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