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As soon as Ron's words fell, the audience fell silent, and the children stood dumbfounded, for them, Ron's words made them fall from blissful heaven to nightmarish hell. (The first text is published in the reading room biquge.info)

The dreams burst like bubbles, and the children looked at each other, their faces full of disappointment.

Necromancer, can you only be a necromancer?

Without speaking, some of the children glanced at Ron and walked away silently, while others hesitated and walked away.

At this moment, a young man approached, picked up a child beside him, and he mustered up the courage to ask, "Mentor Ron, is there really no room for negotiation about this profession?"

Ron pursed his lips and shook his head gently, if he could, would he have to travel so far to recruit students?

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

For a moment, the children around Ron were gone.

A wry smile appeared on Ron's face, and he looked at Vivien, his face full of helplessness, "It seems that we can't recruit students at all!"

Vivien's face was also full of disappointment, and she comforted her, "It doesn't matter, Ron, necromancy is great magic, full of mysterious powers, and it's their loss if they don't learn it, or ...... Let's go somewhere else......"

"No need!" Ron's expression was full of frustration, he shook his head and said, "Give up, we'll go back to Balovax Academy now, and then ...... Resign to Dean Dabbs......"

"Ron!" Vivien bit her lip, she wanted to persuade again, but saw Ron wave his hand.

"Needless to say, I have made up my mind, from now on, I will cultivate by myself and never teach necromancy again......"

In the eyes of those people, necromancy is the magic of slaves, it is the tool that the lowest class of people rely on to make a living, once they learn necromancer, they are labeled as inferior people for the rest of their lives, and their social status is inferior to even the most ordinary commoners, which is the fundamental reason why they would rather learn nothing than choose to become a necromancer.

He was deeply disappointed that the world's view of necromancy was so ingrained that he had already made up his mind not to teach necromancy from now on, and to devote himself to cultivation until he broke through to become an undead archmagister.

"Mentor Ron, Mentor Ron, please stay ......"

Just as Ron was leaving, a voice stopped him, and he saw an old man with a child rushing forward, apparently in a hurry, and when he came to Ron, he was already out of breath.

"Something?" Ron asked, looking up.

With a flattering smile, the old man pointed to the child next to him and said, "Tutor Ron, I heard that you are recruiting students here, and I rushed over immediately, hehe, fortunately you didn't leave, can you take my grandson to Balowax Academy?"

"Yes!" Ron said with a blank face, "but my only condition is to become a necromancer, and he will come if he wants!"

"Necromancer?" When the old man heard this, it was as if he had been poured a plate of cold water from head to toe, and the whole person froze there, his mouth opened wide, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

"Grandpa, I don't want to be a necromancer!" said the child, pouting, taking the old man's hand.

"This is the only condition, and it is also an unchangeable condition, if you don't accept it, forget it!" Ron was in no mood to say more to him, so he coldly threw down a sentence and turned to leave.

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

Ron looked back.

"I promise you!" the old man hesitated for a long time like a defeated rooster, and finally agreed.

"What?"

Ron and Vivien's eyes widened in disbelief and they looked at each other, and they both saw joy in each other's eyes, and he agreed?

"Thank you!" Ron rushed forward, grabbing the old man's hand excitedly, shaking it incessantly.

The old man's face was full of wry smiles, and he could see that he regretted it a little, but in the end, he agreed.

"If it weren't for the current situation in Manchester, I wouldn't be willing to let my only grandson take it away for you, rather than starve to death here, it is better to learn necromancy in exchange for a chance to live!"

Ron was silent, he knew that with Manchester as it was now, he probably wouldn't be able to last long, he took a deep breath and said firmly, "Old man, I can promise you that I will definitely teach your grandson seriously and train him to be a strong man!"

Ron's words were very sincere, but the old man didn't believe it at all, he shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter if the strong are not strong, even if the undead magic is strong, it can't be much stronger, so you don't have to be looked down upon, but in order to survive, there is no way!"

The old man sighed, "Actually, if you want to learn necromancy, you don't need to go to any academy at all, there are necromancers in Manchester! If you can't take my grandson away, I don't need to look for ......you to learn necromancy at all."

Ron's eyes widened when he heard this, and he exclaimed, "Isn't it, there are necromancers here too?"

The old man nodded and said affirmatively, "Not only is there it, but it is also very strong!"

A strong necromancer, Ron and Vivien were dumbfounded to hear it.

Could it be that he is also an ancient necromancer? But isn't the ancient necromancer already in decline? How could there be another ancient necromancer? Could it be that there is still a soul body like Grandpa Huo Meilin in this world?

Ron thought to himself, the necromancer's presence aroused his curiosity, and he asked the old man to take him to see it, and the old man was so happy that he agreed.

......

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a lazy young man sat casually on a pile of haystacks, he was about seventeen or eighteen years old, about the same age as Ron, and he was dressed in a tattered robe, tattered, but very clean, and the boy played with a small dagger in his hand, which was sharpened very short, but it shone brightly.

In front of him were three young men a few years older than him, with rudimentary weapons in their hands, a sword, a staff, and an axe, led by a fat man with a fleshy face, whose muscles were black and strong, and whose skin was as smooth as oil.

"Paige, sue you, you're going to die this time......"

The lazy young man named Paige's hand playing with the dagger finally stopped, smiled, and showed a row of white teeth, "Mourinho, you didn't learn enough last time?

The fat man named Mourinho was so angry that he blushed and had a thick neck, "Last time it was just your good luck, this time I learned a lot from Brother Laughron, and my strength has increased greatly, you are no longer my opponent!"

Page smiled slightly, "It's good to have self-confidence, but it's not okay to be overconfident, do you think my strength is standing still?"

"Anyway, you're going to die this time, damn necromancer!" Mourinho sneered.

"Haha......" Page laughed, "you can't even beat a waste-like necromancer, what else can you say?"

One sentence made the three of them angry, and the blue tendons on their foreheads were exposed.

"Don't say anything, let's go together!" Page smiled and waved his hand, "Let me see what you have grown......

"Is that him?"

Ron followed the old man to a corner of Manchester and asked, pointing to the boy named Peppa.

"Yes, it's him!" the old man nodded and said, "That guy's name is Peppa, his strength is very powerful, the teenagers here can't beat him, and he also likes to challenge others!"

Ron looked at the unattractive boy with some curiosity.

At this time, Page moved, only to see his hand wave slightly, and bones appeared out of thin air.

"Click......"

A strange sound came, and the bones began to combine, and soon, they were combined into three skeletons with weapons, holding long bone swords in one hand and shields in the other, just looking like the skeleton warriors that Ron had summoned.

Ron frowned, "Without soul power, he's just a necromancer in the traditional sense!"

Vivien also saw this, and shook her head, this summoning method was exactly the same as the undead magic she had learned before, and the skeletons summoned by this method had no combat power at all.

A skeleton without soul power is just a walking skeleton.

"Up!"

The three youths glanced at each other and pounced on them with a roar.

Page smiled coldly and manipulated the skeleton to attack.

At this time, something happened to Ron and Vivien, only to see one skeleton leap lightly and leap into the air, and the other two attacked the target, the speed of the three skeletons exceeded Ron's calculations.

The target of the three skeletons was a taller and thinner young man, and Ron could see at a glance that this guy was the weakest of the three, so it was no wonder that Page would choose him.

"Be careful!" Mourinho cried out, sword in hand, slashing at the skeleton.

Ignoring the attacks of the others, the skeletons attacked the tall and thin young man, who soon became unable to withstand it, and added one scar after another to his body, making him cry in pain.

"Ouch!"

"Ah, you bastard, you actually use a trick!"

"Wow, don't slap ...... face"

The skeletons were fast and perfectly coordinated, and in a few moments, under the stunned gazes of Ron and Vivien, the three of them were beaten to the ground, and the ghosts cried wolf.

After a while, I saw three young men being beaten to the ground, their faces blue and purple, covered in blood and scars, and begging for mercy.

Two of Page's three skeletons were broken, and the white bones were covered with deep and shallow sword marks, one skeleton was broken off half of its body, and the other skeleton was cut in half, and only one skeleton could barely stand.

"How's it going?" Paige smirked, "I'll just say, you're not my opponent!"

"Fuck off, go get your priest for treatment!" Page cursed, and one of them kicked him in the ass, and the young men did not dare to say a word, and walked away in disgrace.

Ron and Vivien looked at each other, and their hearts were shocked, although this Page was a necromancer in the traditional sense, but he exerted the combat power of a waste necromancer in the traditional sense to the extreme, and those young people were all mid-level or so, and this strength was nothing in the eyes of Ron and Vivian, but for a necromancer in the traditional sense, it was definitely unattainable.

This Paige can easily defeat them, who the hell is he?.

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