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Ron was in the same room as Kidd, Blue Tree, and Rancime, and Aurora, Caraqi, and Mannie in another, and that night, Ron slept soundly for the first time, and here there was no storm, no thrilling hunt, and no need to live in fear. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

The next day, Ron woke up on time, went to the dining hall to have some breakfast, and then walked to the classroom, today was his first class. [Search for the latest updates.]

When I came to the classroom, I saw that there were a lot of students, but there were still many empty seats, Ron was surprised to see an acquaintance, Godley, she smiled and waved his hand to let Ron sit next to her, Ron also smiled and shook his head, politely declined, he and Godley are not familiar to this point.

Ron's eyes squinted, and a look of disappointment appeared on Godley's face.

Ron casually found a seat and sat down, only to hear Huo Meilin smile, "Ron, there are a lot of freshman geniuses here, in addition to that Godley, there are still non-commissioned professionals at the age of fifteen, and some even reach the advanced level, which is really worthy of special admission." ”

"Look at that...... The girl with long blue hair, that is, sixteen years old, is actually a high-level magician, and she is still from the water system. ”

"That...... Boys in white, high-level swordsmen, tsk, these people's talents are really not simple. ”

Huo Meilin admired, and showed the man to Ron, and he casually pointed out a few people, most of them were mid-level non-commissioned strength, and a few had reached high-level strength.

Ron's talent in necromancy is indeed very good, but now this strength still relies on the soul ring, and those teenagers of the same age have actually reached this level, which can be regarded as very remarkable.

As a student, you don't just have strength, you also need to learn all kinds of knowledge, Ron's first class is literature, the second class is arithmetic, under the in-depth teaching of the school teacher's pure and seductive style, Ron listens to it with taste, it seems to be a simple thing, but it contains a big truth.

Huo Meilin is also very in favor of this knowledge, in his words, as a strong person, in addition to cultivating to improve his strength, he also needs to learn all kinds of knowledge, otherwise he will become a fool who can only do brute force.

There are two kinds of teachers in the academy, one is a professional tutor, who is the guide of the student's cultivation, and the other is a teacher, who specializes in imparting all kinds of knowledge, such as arithmetic, art, literature, etc., and the teacher is generally served by ordinary civilians, compared to the tutor, they have no strength, and they can be regarded as scholar-type figures.

Compared to their knowledge, the students below are very unbearable, Balovax Academy is a boarding school, all students must live in the college, even the locals, these usually strict family control of the noble children once released, many of them become unconscious.

In particular, these teachers who impart knowledge do not have much strength themselves, and they can't suppress these students, and in the first class of school, there are students whispering and eating underneath, and some even openly fall in love in class, which is all due to the co-ed dormitory, and there are very few students who listen carefully.

In this world, everything is about strength, and if there is no strength in the teacher, who will take them seriously? If there is a different teacher, the situation will be much better.

In Ron's eyes, these teachers are very respectable, they are very dedicated, and they take the trouble to explain every detail and difficulty until everyone understands, and they don't care if anyone is listening.

The arithmetic class was over quickly, with a ten-minute break between classes, and as the bell rang, the students returned to their seats one after another, and the next class was history.

Ron had just sat down when he saw a familiar figure walk up to the podium, and he fixed his eyes on it, it was actually his mentor Vivien.

Vivien is a tutor in the Department of the Undead, and since there have been no students in the Department of the Undead, she is not worthy of her name, so she has been serving as a history teacher.

Vivien stepped up to the podium and glanced around the classroom, seeing Ron, and nodded slightly.

"Hello everyone, my name is Vivian, I'm your history teacher, it's a pleasure to meet you......"

The applause rang out, but it was a little sparse, and Ron was puffing up because it was his mentor.

"Alright, now let's turn to the first page of the book, today's lesson is, Ancient Legends - The Lost Continent ......"

"Once upon a time, there lived a strange group of humans on the land, who controlled skeletons and fought brutal battles against alien beasts, a period that we call the Ancient Period......"

Ron was surprised, "Antiquity, wasn't that the era of the Church of the Scourge?"

Huo Meilin said in a deep voice, "It seems to be a little related, listen carefully, you may find the mystery of the disappearance of undead magic......"

Vivien quickly entered the role, and saw her say in a colorful voice, "The strength of these people is extremely strong! Compared to the ancient elves and beasts, they are not much more than ......."

Vivien was foaming at the top of her mouth, but the students below were not very interested, chatting, eating, and falling in love, only Ron listened very seriously.

At this time, a sneer suddenly came from the corner of the classroom, breaking the originally harmonious atmosphere.

I saw him say in a weird manner, "Teacher Vivian, do you say that you are a necromancer on the mainland who is called a waste wood?"

The classroom suddenly burst into laughter, the faces of those students were full of schadenfreude, they saw Vivian on the podium wearing a robe with a skull ornament, it was obvious that the other party's profession was a necromancer, as the so-called hitting people does not hit the face, those students who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic quickly switched to the theater mode.

The one who spoke was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, he had blue curly hair, fair skin, delicate face looked extremely energetic, and there was a bewitching smile on the corner of his mouth, his name was Hayfeldt, a nobleman of the Roland Empire, and he was also a genius student of Balowvax Academy this year, he had an older brother who was studying in the senior class, so he was very familiar with the rules of the academy, except that he could not provoke the tutor, for those teachers who did not have the strength, the verbal conflict was acceptable.

He had already inquired that Vivien was the mentor of the undead department, the kind with the least status among the mentors, so he was relieved to provoke.

Vivien's face turned a little pale, she didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing on the first day of school.

Hayfelt continued to provoke, "Teacher Vivian, what do you say...... Are necromancers really as powerful as the legends say?"

Vivien took a deep breath, this kind of thing has happened more than once, but she doesn't have much experience in dealing with it, for no other reason, but she doesn't have the confidence.

The so-called confidence refers to strength.

You say that the necromancer is powerful, okay, then let's compete, as a mentor, if you can't beat your own students, you will be embarrassed, if you say that you are not powerful, isn't that a slap in the mouth?

She thought for a moment and said, "According to the records handed down from ancient times, necromancy did occupy the mainstream of the continent in ancient times, but now the real necromancy has been lost for a long time, and what we necromancers have learned is just the surface of the beginning......"

Vivien's retort was reasonable, and even Huo Meilin couldn't help but nod secretly, the current "undead magic" is really skin, not even the skin.

"Hehe!" Hayfelt sneered and stood up, "There is no evidence of what happened 100,000 years ago now, of course you can say anything......

Hayfelt smiled, "Yesterday, just yesterday, I found dozens of necromancers on the streets of the east of the city for recreation, and asked them to line up, one moment in an S shape, a moment in a B shape, and finally let them learn to bark as a dog, you guess how much it cost?"

"How much?" Several of Hayfeldt's sworn friends around him cooperated in acting.

"Hehe, it only cost less than three gold coins in total, so it's so fucking cheap...... Hahaha......"

"Hahaha......" The old friends laughed, which drove many students in the classroom to laugh too, and the atmosphere of the classroom was destroyed.

Vivien's face turned pale with anger, she clenched her silver teeth, her eyes were inexplicably red, and the aggrieved water kept rolling in her eyes.

"Don't cry...... Don't cry, I want to be strong, this little blow is nothing......" Vivian tried her best to comfort herself, but her body trembled involuntarily with her excitement.

Hayfelt watched this beautiful female teacher lose face in front of all the students, his heart was filled with indescribable pleasure, he didn't intend to let her go, he smiled and said, "Teacher Vivian, I have no intention of questioning your faith, but the great prophet taught us that seeing is believing, Teacher Vivian, you can summon a few skeletons to open our eyes......"

"Hahaha......"

"Good...... Come on......"

"Heifelt, I support you......"

The student's love xù was clicked on the Aishang Novel Network, and the atmosphere suddenly rose to the highest point, and there was schadenfreude laughter everywhere, and only a few quiet female students did not follow suit.

Vivian felt unprecedented isolation, who told her that she had no strength? In the Noah Continent, the most important thing is strength, everyone here knows that a necromancer is a waste of wood, and she also talks about how powerful a necromancer is in class, and many students don't say it on the surface, but they already disagree with it in their hearts.

"Enough!"

At this time, a broken cry came, and it was extremely loud in this noisy classroom.

Ron's face tightened, his patience had reached the limit, he admitted that necromancy was indeed lost, and it was reasonable for people to look down on it, but he couldn't stand the undead magic being insulted like this.

"Yo! have you come forward?" Hyfeldt casually turned his head, glanced at Ron, and smiled, "Who am I...... It turns out that you are also a necromancer, the same waste wood, Mr. Vivian, this is your student of the necromancer, right?

Hayfield pulled open the table in front of him, making a loud noise, he rolled up his sleeves with a cruel smile, a faint flame light circulated in his arm, he approached step by step, and sneered, "If you don't know whether you live or die, let Uncle Ben teach you how to ......write dead characters."

The reason why Hayfelt was so angry was because he had always thought that he was the boss of the freshman class, and as a special enrollment, he did have such capital, and Ron stood up to provoke him, which naturally made him unhappy.

Due to the school rules, he didn't dare to hit the teacher, but no one dared to say anything when he cleaned up a student.

"Intermediate swordsman?" the corners of Ron's mouth curled slightly, and in just a moment, he had seen through the strength of the other party.

A burst of black gas gushed out of his hand, and a short bone spur appeared in Ron's hand, and he sneered, not afraid at all, and headed towards Hayfeldt.

"What?" All the students in the classroom were stunned, what shocked them was not the fight in the classroom, but the fact that the necromancer, who was like a waste wood in everyone's mind, actually had the courage to confront Hayfeldt head-on, was he looking for his own death?

Haifeldt's face sank, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, since you are looking for death, I will reluctantly give you some blood!

"Stop!"

At this time, there was a coquettish cry from behind Hayfelt, and he turned his head in surprise, only to see Godley, who was also a special student, standing up at some point, holding a fireball in her hand, which had already formed and was beating in her hand.

Highfeldt's expression froze suddenly, "Godley, what do you want to do?"

"I warn you, Hayfeldt, Ron is my friend, and if you move him, you will move me!" said Godley, expressionless.

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