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Early in the morning, in front of the Naka Manor, the morning glow painted the castle-like Naka Manor gold. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

A white silver-winged flying horse was dressed in the morning light, and slowly landed in front of the Naka Manor, and on the silver-winged flying horse, a beautiful female knight wearing heavy armor walked down, which alarmed everyone in the manor for a while. [Search for the latest updates.]

"Who is she? is she a guest of the owner?" asked one of the servants.

"I don't know, I don't know, her mount is a silverwing pegasus, it must be a strong man......" replied an old and respectful servant.

"She's so beautiful, if only she could be my wife...... a young servant stared at the other's towering breasts and swallowed a few times.

"You just dream......" said the other servant, who was surnamed Murmur, but her eyes were full of jealousy.

The servants of Naka Manor whispered.

The beautiful knightess knocked at the door, and in a short time the door opened, and Kitley opened it with a look of dismay, and he had just woken up.

"Hey, who are you looking for?"

The beautiful woman outside the door made Kitley's eyes light up, and he suddenly fell asleep, "It's you?"

The person who came was Char, she came to return the money, the mission failed, there is nothing to say, of course, the temporary mission is not guaranteed, Char can take the money and leave, but she has her own dignity and will never do this.

Seeing Char, Kitley turned pale, and said with a sneer, "Beauty, are you here for me, ah--please come in ......."

However, at this time, Char's face was covered with frost, and her handsome big eyes were almost spewing fire, this task, the other party's information was wrong, which made her suffer a big loss and humiliation, especially being taught a lesson by a little boy who was only fifteen years old, which made her lose face and have nowhere to send it.

Seeing the lust-obsessed Kitley, Char only felt a wave of nausea, and she was shocked.

"Get your stinky money back, I'm not going to do this task!"

Char pulled a bag out of his arms and slammed it into Kitley.

"Ouch—"

Before Kitley could react, he only felt a pain in his head, and immediately picked up a big bag, and the yellow and clear gold coins scattered and scattered all over the ground.

Kitley froze.

Char didn't say anything more, didn't explain a word, turned around and left.

"Ouch, you...... How do you hit someone? It hurts, you ...... Don't you go ......."

Kitley covered half of his face and shouted, "Someone, stop her for me!"

The young master spoke, but none of the people in Naka Manor stepped forward, what is the strength of the other party, everyone is naturally bright, and Naka Manor is not qualified to stop her at all.

The young master's orders must be listened to, but his own life is more important.

Char didn't pay any attention to Kitley, got on his horse by himself, pulled the reins of the horse, and the silverwing pegasus ran a few steps, and plunged into the sky.

Only the inexplicable Young Master Kitley was left in a daze.

......

In a dimly lit forest, Ron relied on the faint light to build a small shack on a large tree, a craft he also learned from Grandpa Zari, who at that time only learned it for fun, but now it comes in handy

A simple shelf was built on the tree with a few thick branches, tied with a sturdy straw rope, and thatched grass was spread around it, leaving a small hole for easy access and exit, which looked like a large bird's nest.

Such a shack, the wind can't blow in, the rain can't come in, people live in it, it's warm in winter and cool in summer, the only bad thing is that people sleep in it, and the hard branches make Ron's back hurt.

Fortunately, he is used to living a hard life, and he can bear this sin.

It has been three days and three nights since the battle between Homelin and Char, the knight of the winged Pegasus, Ron, and in the past few days, in order to prevent Geralt from sending people to chase him again, Ron has been traveling day and night, specifically looking for some remote roads.

After a few days, Ron had developed a lot of blisters on his feet and came here.

What kind of place this was, Ron didn't know, he only knew that it was a rare forest, and all kinds of unknown trees rose from the ground, and some of them couldn't even be hugged by more than a dozen people.

There was no road on the ground, and it was overgrown with all kinds of weeds, which scurried up to a height of more than a meter, and Ron walked through them, revealing only one head.

One of the characteristics of this forest is darkness.

Even in the daytime, when the sun is at its strongest, the forest is still as dark as dusk, let alone at night, and it is normal to not see your fingers.

A long time ago, Ron picked up a knight's novel, called "The Count's Revenge", the protagonist in the book is the one who cultivates his strength in the forest and finally takes revenge, which gives Ron an inspiration, that is, if you cultivate, it is best to go to a deserted place.

And this forest gave Ron a sense of safety, and as a necromancer walking in the dark, the darkness was the best protection.

Ron slipped down the tree with agility, feeling his movements much more agile since he had practiced necromancy.

"Ron, you really don't plan to leave the Holy Roman Empire?" Huo Meilin couldn't help but ask, he knew that it was indeed dangerous for Ron to stay in the Holy Roman Empire, you know, the Holy Roman Empire forbade the cultivation of necromantic magic.

"Yes, Grandpa Homelin......" Ron unexpectedly insisted on this, "I will not leave ......the Holy Roman Empire if I had not avenged Grandpa Zari"

"Hmm......" Homelin nodded, looking into Ron's gaze with some relief.

He felt that in this dark forest, there were dangers lurking everywhere, and such a place was the ideal place to cultivate.

The humble shacks, the hard life, and the need for all kinds of fierce battles every day to obtain food are the best ways to train one's mind. Ron's choice was not wrong,

In Huo Meilin's eyes, this is the real cultivation, compared to those noble children, lying on the soft bed every day, eating all kinds of exquisite food, symbolically waving a few times in the luxurious cultivation room, and gently massaging the beautiful maid when they are tired, it is easy to lose their enterprising spirit when growing up in such an environment.

And a strong enterprising spirit is a necessary condition for becoming a strong person.

"Hehe, Ron, where you live is settled, what about what to eat?" Homelin smiled.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Homelin. Ron replied, "I can cook myself...... Of course, if you can hit the prey......"

When Ron faced Maple Town, in the grove behind the Maple Grove Road, it was common to catch a pheasant or a hare or something to fight for a tooth sacrifice, and now his strength has increased greatly, and he has great confidence in hunting.

"Then I'll rest assured......" Huo Meilin said with a smile, and then his face turned pale, and he said with a straight face, "Ron, since you choose to take the path of a necromancer, it means that you are against the Holy See, and besides, you have to avenge your grandfather, which is difficult, I won't say more......"

Homerington paused and continued, "The strong have always grown under pressure, Ron, my first task for you is to survive in this dangerous place......"

Ron nodded heavily.

Huo Meilin smiled again, "So, from now on, I won't help you with anything except instruct you to cultivate, let alone enter your body to solve the crisis for you, so to survive here, it's up to you." ”

Ron's gaze changed slightly, but after thinking about it, he nodded and said with a firm gaze.

"I know, Grandpa Homerin......"

Huo Meilin smiled and said, "Ron, how many necromantics have you learned now?"

"Three ......" Ron tilted his head and thought for a moment, nodded his fingers and said, "The first is the Skeleton Summoning Technique, the second is the Bone Spur Technique, and the third is the Skeleton Restoration Technique......

"Not bad...... "Homelin smiled, "I'm going to start passing on your fourth undead magic, the Bone Shield ...... now."

Bone shield, is a necromancer's most basic defensive magic, Homelin passed on Ron's three undead magic, the first is summoning magic, the second is offensive magic, the third is auxiliary magic, and the fourth, is defensive magic, in this dangerous forest, Ron learned a defensive magic, which greatly increased his chances of survival.

Ron was stunned when Homelin pointed his finger, and a green light burst out of his finger, shot into Ron's forehead, and disappeared directly.

In the blink of an eye, Ron found that there was a little more thing in his mind, which was the cultivation method of the bone shield.

Huo Meilin's appearance was a little unsettled, "Ron, with your current strength, I can only teach you these things, and you can't learn more advanced necromancy now......"

He waved his hand, "In the battle with that female knight, I lost a lot of soul power......"

Saying that, he smiled bitterly, "Originally, I thought that my soul power could still be restored, but in fact, it was a little less, Ron, I'm afraid I need a period of deep sleep to recover, during this time, I'm afraid it's up to you......"

Ron looked at it, and sure enough, Huo Meilin's soul power had lost a lot, and his body had become much darker.

"Grandpa Homelin, thank you......" Ron's heart was a little moved, "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have lost so much soul power." ”

"Silly boy, what are you talking about?" Huo Meilin smiled, "I am now connected to your soul, do you think that you are dead, and I can still live?"

Saying that, he sighed, "However, even if I recover some soul power, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you much, and the next one will depend on you—"

"Grandpa Homelin...... Will you ......" Ron asked, a little worried.

He is a necromancer, and his cultivation is also soul power, so he naturally knows how important the loss of soul power is to the soul body of Huo Meilin, and when the soul power is lost to a certain extent, Huo Meilin will even disappear directly, because he is originally a life form composed of soul power.

Huo Meilin smiled, "It's okay, sleeping can restore part of my soul power......"

He glanced at the soul ring in Ron's hand and smiled, "It's all thanks to it......"

Saying that, he paused again and said, "Ron, you have to use this soul ring well, although I have obtained this soul ring for many years, I have not been able to understand its secrets, I always feel that its origin is not as simple as it seems......"

"Ron, if you break through the junior necromancer, let your soul enter this ring, and when the time comes, I will pass on your more advanced necromancy ......"

After Huo Meilin said this, his figure slowly faded until it disappeared, and he returned to the ring.

The forest was calm again, Homerin's soul fell asleep again, and Ron stood alone under the tree, and for the first time in this dark and secluded forest, Ron felt more lonely than ever.

"In this way, I'll have to rely on myself......" Ron clenched his fists, "I'll definitely survive here until I avenge Grandpa Zari......"

Ron admonished himself.

But he didn't know that this dark forest was in the westernmost part of the Holy Roman Empire, and it was a famous dangerous place, the Dark Forest.

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