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Seeing that Ron's face was a little bad, Vivian pulled the corner of Ron's clothes, "Ron, forget it, it's not their fault, it's undead magic that hasn't been accepted yet!"

Ron took a deep breath, tears flashing in his eyes, "I'm fine, let's stop here today!"

After saying that, he didn't care about the others, stood up and turned around and left. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

"Ron, Ron—"

Vivien screamed a few times, but Ron didn't look back, she had no choice but to stand up and silently clean up the things on the table, and the fat man Blue Terry and they also began to help.

A day passed, and nothing was gained, but the second and third days were the same, and now Ron couldn't sit still, he thought about it for a long time, and decided to go to Dabbs.

Dabbs was sweating profusely in his office, and there were so many admissions things in the "spring" season that he couldn't keep busy at all, and when he was relieved, Ron came.

"How's the admissions?" asked Dabbs as soon as he saw Ron.

"None were hired!" Ron shrugged helplessly.

"Not one?" Dabbs's eyes widened in disbelief as he thought for a moment, "I think the undead tuition is low enough!"

"It's not about the money!" Ron sighed, "I think a lot of people haven't embraced necromancy yet, they think it's still the same as it used to be!"

"That's it!" Dabbs was a little discouraged when he heard this, he and Dean Platz had high hopes for Ron's necromancy, and in Dean Platts' words, it was an unforgivable crime for a great cultivation system like necromancy to disappear into the long course of history.

"And what are you going to do?" asked Dabbs.

At this time, Ron finally felt the pressure that Vivien had been under before, as the mentor of the undead department, he couldn't recruit a single student, which was even more uncomfortable than someone slapping him hard.

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

"Say!"

"I want to go out and recruit students!"

"Going out to enroll?" Dabbs said with his eyes wide open and his mouth big enough to fit a 'chicken' egg, "You mean to leave Balovax City and go to various cities across the country to enroll?"

"Almost!" Ron nodded, "Maybe he might leave the Roland Empire!"

"How can this be done?" Dabbs couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, "Balovax Academy hasn't had this rule since it was founded, and it's up to you to think of it......"

"There's always a first time for everything!" Ron said seriously, spreading his hands, "Besides, the Department of the Undead can't recruit students, so it's boring for me to be a mentor, and you don't want me to be unemployed as soon as I become a mentor!"

"It's-uh-huh......" Dabbs fell silent as he thought.

Ron wasn't in a hurry, he sat down on the carved "flower" chair in front of Dabbs's table, waiting, he was sure that Dabbs would definitely give him a result.

"Alright!" Dabbs finally agreed after a half-groan, and he glanced at Ron, "For the sake of undead magic, make an exception once, but only this once!"

The corners of Ron's mouth curved slightly, and he nodded briskly, "Okay, I'll leave tomorrow!"

......

A long human dragon, with dozens of people, walking quietly in the mountains, their expressions were blank and their expressions were dull, like the walking corpses walking on "meat".

Beside them, there were one skeleton after another, these skeletons were carrying huge boxes on their shoulders, walking with difficulty, and the people who were "" and controlling the skeletons were also tired and sweating, and it took great "essence" to control the skeletons in this way.

Judging from their outfits and behaviors, these people are all necromancers, they are wearing black "colored" clothes, they look like they haven't been washed for a long time, they exude a sour smell on their bodies, and they look like beggars, these people are old and young, there are men and women, but all of them have dull expressions, looking at the front of them blankly.

"Hurry up, we must be there before sunset!" urged a man on a tall horse behind the men.

These people are walking faster, but their steps are still difficult.

"Hello, I'm Ron, the tutor of the Undead Department of the Balovax Academy, do you need to learn a different kind of necromancy?

A teenager ran to the edge of the line and pulled an old man in ragged clothes.

The boy was none other than Ron, who left the Balovax Academy and headed west, where he met countless necromancers, but to Ron's surprise, none of them wanted to learn necromancy, even if he 'spended' money.

Along the way these days, Ron's heart was shocked by what he had seen and heard, and the necromancers he had seen were doing jobs that no one else in this world did.

Porters, dung, and garbage cleaners, these necromancers, with the lowest salary on the mainland, do the hardest and most tiring work, and the torture of life has already made them lose hope, if it weren't for the ability to "" and control skeletons, they would have been able to earn a bite to eat.

The old man turned his face to look at Ron.

Ron's heart shook violently, he saw a skinny face, without any blood, and his face was shrugged down by long-term malnutrition, and there was no look in his eyes, as if it didn't matter if there was a qiē in this world.

He only glanced at Ron, then turned his face away, and walked forward without saying a word, deaf to Ron's words, for those of them who had no hope for life, going to the academy was just a luxury.

There was only disappointment in Ron's eyes, it was the fifth day, and he hadn't even met a single student, and he turned around and met Vivien's eyes.

Vivien shook her head, indicating that she was the same on her side, her face full of helplessness.

"Hey, who are you, what are you doing here?" At this time, a voice came, and then a middle-aged man with a full face and a beard appeared in front of them, staring at them vigilantly.

"Hello, we're the tutors of Balovax Academy!" Ron said calmly.

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

"I see, what are you doing here?" he had naturally heard of the name of the Balovax Academy, and knew that these two people were not trying to steal his goods, so he also relieved himself and asked with a pleasant face, and at this time Vivien also came over.

"That's right!"

Ron told him about the enrollment of the necromantic department, and the middle-aged man laughed when he heard it, "Necromancy, admissions?, hehe, there are still free lessons to learn necromancy now, but unfortunately no one wants to learn this kind of garbage skill anymore, and those who understand necromancy are older people,"

Ron nodded, expressing his deep sympathy, and along the way, he had rarely seen young people learn necromancy.

The middle-aged man sighed, "To be honest, sometimes I sympathize with these people, doing the dirtiest and most tiring work, with the lowest salary, and there is no hope in their lives......"

"You know, right? It takes dozens of gold coins to buy a space bag for things, and hiring these necromancers to help me transport goods, you see, there are dozens of people, and it only costs less than two gold coins, and even ordinary civilians are not willing to do such a low salary......"

Ron nodded, his eyes a little confused, he thought for a moment and asked, "Uncle, if necromancy can fight like magic, what kind of position will it be in?"

"What are you talking about?necromancy?fighting?" When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyes widened, as if he had heard the most incredible thing in the world, and then, he laughed, "Hahaha, little brother, do you know what you're talking about? Necromancy can fight? That's simply impossible, haha...... Little brother, have you read too many novels?

Ron didn't smile, his heart was as uncomfortable as a pinprick in the face, and Vivien's face was just as ugly.

The middle-aged man patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "Little brother, don't think about these useless things all day long, so let's go, where do you want to go? I'll send you there!"

Ron's heart moved, and he asked Vivien, "Where are we now?"

Vivian took out the map from the space bag, spread it out and looked at it, and was about to speak when he was interrupted by a middle-aged man, he said with a smile, "You don't need to look at this map, I'll tell you, this is already the border of the Roland Empire......"

As he spoke, he pointed to the mountain opposite, "Little brother, have you seen this mountain, after turning over this mountain, you will be out of the Roland Empire!"

Ron was startled, glanced at Vivian, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the border of the Roland Empire.

"What's the name of going from here to the next city?" Ron asked, after a moment's thought.

"Colored Stone Castle!" said the middle-aged man confidently, "Little brother, you are the right person, I am very familiar with this area, and besides, I am doing business in Colored Stone Castle!"

"Isn't Colorstone Fort out of the Roland Empire?" Ron asked.

"No!" replied the middle-aged man briskly.

Ron's heart moved, since there is no chance in the Roland Empire, why don't you go to Colored Stone Fort and try it, maybe you can recruit someone?

Since he has not been able to recruit people, this has hit Ron hard, and he has relaxed from the initial teenager of about fifteen years old to any age, as long as he can recruit people.

"Is there a necromancer in that place called Colorstone Castle?" Ron asked.

"Of course there is, there are still a lot!" The middle-aged man said with a smile, "Little brother, aren't you still thinking about recruiting students, listen to your uncle's advice, don't think about it, this is not realistic at all......"

Ron was silent for a moment, not speaking.

The middle-aged man came over, "Little brother, I see that you are also a necromancer, right? Seeing that you are not very old, it is a pity to learn necromancer, so let's send you to the Colored Stone Castle and tell you, this area is not very peaceful......"

Ron smiled and waved his hand politely, "Thank you, no need!"

"Hehe, don't you look down on uncle?" The middle-aged man's voice was slightly dissatisfied, he shook the muscles and flesh on his body, and said with a smile, "I won't tell you, uncle, I am still a powerful junior swordsman, and in our village, there are also a few strong people......"

Vivien covered her mouth and laughed.

"Hey...... Feed...... Why are you leaving?" the middle-aged man shouted as he saw Ron leave.

Ron didn't look back, and walked away.

Looking at Ron's departing back, the middle-aged man muttered to himself, "What a weirdo, it's not good to learn at a young age, you want to learn necromantic magic, and you won't let me escort you, okay, I won't tell you that you just finished the war......."

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