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eadx ();? As soon as Ron finished talking, there was total silence, and the children stood still, for whom Ron's words had sent them from a happy paradise to a nightmare hell.

Dreams burst like bubbles. The children looked at each other, their faces filled with disappointment.

Could Necromancers only become Necromancers?

Without a word, some of the children glanced at Ron and walked away in silence, others hesitating.

At this moment, a young man approached and pulled up a child beside him. He gathered up his courage and asked, "Instructor Ron, is there really no room for negotiation regarding this profession?"

Ron, his lips pressed together, shook his head slightly. Would he need to run so far to recruit students if he could?

The young man sighed, his eyes flashing with infinite regret. He glanced at Ron, pulled the child beside him, and silently walked away.

For a moment, the children crowded around Ron were gone.

He failed again! A wry smile appeared on Ron's face as he looked at Vivian, his face filled with helplessness. "It seems like we are unable to recruit any students!"

Vivian's face was also filled with disappointment as she consoled, "It's okay, Ron. Necromancy is a great magic, full of mysterious powers. If they don't learn it, it'll be their loss. Otherwise …" "Let's go somewhere else to take a look …"

"No need!" Ron's expression was filled with frustration. He shook his head and said, "Give up. Let's go back to Barovax Academy now and …" Resigning to Dean d'Abbs.

"Ron!" Vivian bit her lip. She wanted to try again, but Ron waved her away.

"You don't need to say anymore, I've already made up my mind. From now on, I will train by myself, and I will never teach any undead magic to anyone ever again …"

In the eyes of those people, Necromancy is the magic of slaves. It is the tool that the people at the bottom level rely on for their livelihood, and once they learn Necromancy, they would be labeled as inferior to the common people for all their lives. Their social status is even lower than the most ordinary civilians, and that is the main reason why they would rather not learn anything than become Necromancers.

He had already made up his mind that from now on, he would no longer teach Necromancy, and he would wholeheartedly train with it until he broke through to become a Grand Magister Undead.

"Instructor Ron, Instructor Ron, please wait a moment …"

Just as Ron was about to leave, a voice called out to him, and he saw an old man with a child running towards him. He looked like he was in a hurry, and by the time he reached Ron, he was panting heavily.

"What's the matter?" Ron stopped and looked up.

The elder had a fawning smile on his face as he pointed to the child beside him, "Instructor Ron, after hearing that you are here to recruit students, I immediately rushed over. Hehe, luckily you didn't leave, do you want to see my grandson? Can you bring him to Baroque Academy? "

"Sure!" "But my only condition is to become a Necromancer, and if he wants to, he can come!"

"Necromancer?" When the old man heard this, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his feet. His entire body froze as his mouth gaped wide open, unable to close for a long time.

"Grandfather, I don't want to become a necromancer!" The child pouted and held the old man's hand as he spoke.

"This is the only condition and also a condition that cannot be changed. It's fine if you don't accept it!" Ron wasn't in the mood to talk to him, so he threw down his words and turned away.

The old man's face was unsettled. Seeing that Ron was about to leave, he moved his lips and finally blurted out, "Stop!"

Ron turned around.

"I promise you!" The old man was like a defeated rooster. He hesitated for a long time before finally agreeing.

"What?"

Ron and Vivian's eyes widened in disbelief. They looked at each other and saw joy in each other's eyes. Did he really agree?

"Thank you!" Ron lunged forward and grabbed the old man's hand, shaking it excitedly.

The old man's face was filled with a bitter smile. One could tell that he was slightly regretful, but in the end, he still agreed.

"If I hadn't seen the situation in Manchester, I wouldn't have allowed my only grandson to be taken away by you. Rather than starving to death here, I might as well learn necromancy in exchange for a chance to live!"

Ron was silent, knowing that Manchester would not last long as he was now. He took a deep breath and said firmly, "I can promise you, old man, that I will teach your grandson seriously and bring him up to be a strong man!"

Ron's words were sincere, but the old man didn't believe it at all. He shook his head and said, "It's fine if the strong are not strong, but no matter how strong the Necromancy is, it won't be powerful enough to save me from being looked down upon.

The old man sighed. "Actually, in order to learn Necromancy, there's no need to go to the academy. Manchester already has Necromancers! If you hadn't been able to bring my grandson away, I wouldn't have needed to look for you to learn Necromancy … "

Hearing that, Ron widened his eyes in shock, "That can't be, there are Necromancers here too?"

The old man nodded and said affirmatively, "Not only is he here, he's very strong!"

A very strong Necromancer, Ron and Vivian were dumbfounded.

Could it be that he is also an ancient necromancer? But didn't ancient necromancy fall? Why would another ancient necromancer appear? Could it be that there was a spirit body like Grandpa Hou Meilin in this world?

His curiosity was piqued by the appearance of the necromancer. He asked the old man to show him the way, and the old man agreed readily.

… ….

He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, about Ron's age. He wore a tattered robe, and although it was tattered, it was very clean. The boy played with a small dagger in his hand. It was sharpened very short, but it glimmered with a cold light.

In front of him, there were three youths a few years older than him. They held simple weapons in their hands, a sword, a staff, and an axe. The one leading them was a fatty with a fierce-looking face.

"Paige, I'm telling you, this time you're dead."

The lazy boy called Page finally stopped playing with his dagger, and smiled, revealing a row of white teeth. "Mourinho, wasn't the last time you were taught a lesson enough? You want to do it again? "

The fatty called Mourinho was so angry that his face turned red, "Last time it was just your good luck. This time I learned a lot from Brother LaoClun and my strength greatly increased. You're no longer my opponent!"

Page smiled, "Being confident is a good thing, but being overly confident is no good. Do you think that my strength will stop at that?"

"Anyway, you're dead this time, you repulsive Necromancer!" Mourinho sneered.

"Haha …" "You can't even beat a useless Necromancer, what else can you say?"

His words caused the veins on their foreheads to be exposed.

"There's nothing more to say, let's go together!" Page smiled and waved his hand. "Let me see what progress you've made …"

"It's him?"

Ron followed the old man to a corner of Manchester and pointed to the boy named Page.

"That's right, it's him!" The old man nodded and said, "That guy's name is Page. He's very powerful and even the youngsters here can't beat him. He also likes to challenge others!"

Ron looked at the unassuming young man with some curiosity.

At that moment, Page moved. With a light wave of his hand, bones appeared out of thin air.

"Crack crack crack …"

Soon, they formed into three skeletons with weapons. They were holding a long bone sword in one hand and a shield in the other. From the looks of it, they were no different from the skeletons that Ron had summoned.

Vivian also saw this and shook her head. This summoning method was the same as any other necromancy magic she had learned before. The skeletons summoned by this method had no fighting power at all.

A skeleton without soul force is just a skeleton that can walk.

"Attack!"

The three young men looked at each other and rushed forward while roaring in anger.

Page let out a cold laugh and also controlled the skeleton to attack.

At this moment, something happened that stunned Ron and Vivian. They saw a skeleton leap into the air, while the other two, one on the left and one on the right, attacked the target. The skeletons were faster than Ron had expected.

The target of the three skeletons was a slightly taller and thinner young man. Ron could tell at a glance that this guy was the weakest amongst the three, so it was no wonder that Page chose to attack him.

"Be careful!" Mourinho cried out in alarm, and with his sword in his hand, hacked at the skeleton with all his might.

Ignoring the others' attacks, the skeletons continued to attack the tall and skinny young man. The young man was soon unable to withstand them, wounds appearing on his body one after another, causing him to wail in pain.

"Ouch!"

"Ah, you bastard, you actually tricked us!"

"Wow, don't slap my face …"

The skeletons were fast and coordinated perfectly. Soon, under the astonished gazes of Ron and Vivian, the three of them were beaten into a mess, crying and wailing like ghosts.

After a while, they saw the three youths lying on the ground. Their faces were black and blue and they were covered in blood and wounds. They were constantly begging for mercy.

Two of Page's three skeletons were broken, and the bones were covered with a shallow sword scar. Half of one skeleton's body was broken, and the other one had its waist chopped off. Only one skeleton could barely stand.

"How is it? Are you convinced? " "As I was saying, you guys are no match for me!"

"Scram, go and find your Priest to heal him!" One of them kicked him in the ass, and none of the young men dared to say a word, and left dejectedly.

Even though this Page was a Necromancer in the traditional sense, he had brought the battle power of those useless Necromancers to the max. Those few youths were all around Intermediate level, so this bit of strength was nothing in the eyes of Ron and Vivian, but to the Necromancers in the traditional sense, it was an unattainable existence.

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