C7

"Chou family?" I didn't? " Innocent Ron was still baffled. He had never expected to get into trouble.

"That's right, they are coming for you. Hurry up, it will be too late if you are late …"

Ron's expression changed slightly as well. He could already hear the sounds of footsteps.

He raised his head and saw that three figures had already appeared on the stone bridge.

The three of them were the killers sent out by Naca Manor. They didn't cover their faces, maybe they didn't think it was necessary at all.

"This child?" said a man in ordinary clothes, with brown hair and two short swords at his waist. His eyes looked at Ron a bit hard.

"That's right, it's him. He's the one the boss specified to take his life …" Another middle-aged man wearing a blue robe said in a low voice. He was the butler of Naca Manor.

"Did you make a big fuss by dispatching the three of us to kill this child?" The brown haired man was slightly dissatisfied. According to him, any one of them could be fine.

The man in black, who had been silent the entire time, nodded his head gently. His voice was hoarse and unpleasant to the ears, "Let's do it, third brother. Quickly finish the task the boss handed us, then return and report …"

The brown haired man laughed, "But since it's the boss's business, I guess I'll have to bear with it..."

He turned to Ron, grinning savagely. "Boy, you'd better take your own life so you don't stain my hand."

With his back against the wall, Ron's heart was thumping incessantly. Only when he was stared at by the venomous eyes of the brown-haired man did he truly feel a sliver of fear.

"Run …" Ron, you're not a match for them … " Noticing that the situation was not in Ron's favor, Hou Meilin hurriedly reminded them. Although the three of them were not powerful experts and only had the strength of a novice, it was enough to deal with a thirteen year old child.

"Are you people from Naca Manor?" Ron wasn't stupid. He had always been good to people, and he never had any enemies. The only ones who could cause a conflict were the people at Naca Manor, but the naive Ron would never understand why these people had killed his grandfather this afternoon and killed him that night.

"Haha, smart." The brown haired man laughed, completely ignoring a kid like Ron, "That's right, we are the people from Naca Manor."

"Why?" Ron's hands were shaking, and his voice was shaking. "You only killed my grandfather this afternoon. Why did you kill me?"

"It's very simple. They want to kill to their heart's content and will not give you the chance to take revenge. Even if you are a child, who knows how far you will go in the future." The old people of Homelins naturally knew what was going on in these people's hearts.

"Hehe, this is what the boss wants. Kid, just accept your fate." The brown-haired man drew his dagger from his belt and approached Ron step by step.

"What's the point of saying so much nonsense to him? Hurry up and make a move, otherwise we won't have too much trouble." The black clothed man urged.

"Yes, boss." The brown-haired man did not dare to disobey the man in black. He tactfully shut his mouth.

"Die, kid …" The brown-haired man raised the dagger in his hand and lunged at Ron.

"Ahh …" As the dagger came down, Ron dodged it in a flash and fell to the ground.

"Heh, you did a good job..." The brown-haired man let out a savage laugh, then lifted his leg to kick.

This time, Ron was unable to dodge, and was kicked in the arm. He could only feel a powerful force coming at him. "Kacha …" With a sound, his arm was dislocated.

"Yah!"

Ron broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, but he forced himself not to cry out and staggered back a few steps.

"Save me! He's killing someone!"

Ron was in a hurry, and he began to shout at the top of his lungs.

"It's no use, this place is too far away from the town."

The brown haired man smiled. As a member of the Naca manor, he already knew about Maple Leaf Town's situation. After all, Naca manor wasn't far from Maple Leaf Town.

How could he not know that? He just wanted to scare him away, but he was unmoved.

The brown-haired man let out a strange cry and once again lunged at Ron, the dagger in his hand dancing in a streak of silver.

Ron dodged left and right and was hit several times in quick succession, bleeding profusely from the spot where he had been hit.

"Not good, if this goes on, Ron will be killed …" If Ron was killed, he would fall back into a deep sleep, and when he woke up he would never know where.

He gritted his teeth, "This is the only way …"

Not long after, Ron was knocked to the ground by the brown-haired man. He stomped heavily on Ron's chest and sneered, "You sure are nimble …" However, you will never escape the fate of death … "

It was impossible for an ordinary fifteen-year-old to defeat an adult. Furthermore, this adult had clearly undergone training. He was a Thief at the Apprentice level.

The brown-haired man raised the short sword in his hand high up and was about to stab down at Ron's chest.

"I'm going to die. Grandfather, I can't help you take revenge. Wait for me. Ron will go and find you right away …" Ron's heart filled with despair, and he simply closed his eyes.

Just as Ron was closing his eyes and waiting to die, a voice came from the bottom of his heart.

"Ron, open up your defenses and let me into your body."

Ron was surprised. It's Grandpa Holmerin, he... "

Before he could react, he felt his heart shake as a powerful force invaded his soul.

"Grandpa Hou Meilin, you …"

"Don't speak, just watch..." Komelin's voice came from the depths of his soul.

Ron opened his eyes and a cold light shot toward his chest. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He wanted to move, but he couldn't.

"The pain in my soul …"

An unfamiliar consciousness appeared.

The brown-haired man let out a painful howl as he stretched his hand to cover his head. The dagger in his hand had been thrown to who knows where.

The actions of the brown-haired man caused the other two disciples to be stunned. Just what was Third Bro up to?

"Third Bro, how are you doing?" The man in black was the first to notice that something was amiss.

"Third brother …" the butler shouted.

"It's nothing, I don't know why, but I felt pain for a moment..." The brown-haired man seemed to have returned to normal.

"Why does my head suddenly hurt?" The black clothed man coldly snorted, seeming to express that he didn't believe him.

"I don't know either. Uh, it seems like everything is fine now …" The brown haired man shook his head.

At this time, the main butler looked as if he had seen a ghost, and said with a trembling voice, "He … What happened to him? "

"Hmm?" The black-clothed elder looked over. His eyes focused, and he saw that the child that was the target of his gaze had undergone a strange change.

It was unknown when the child stood up. His body was shrouded in black gas, and there was a cold smile on his face. His eyes glowed with a green light, and he smirked at the three of them.

"You … You don't have to play tricks on me, it's useless... " The brown-haired man was growing nervous, and his aura had weakened quite a bit.

Ron's body was occupied by Komelin, and he could only watch, but his body refused to obey.

As "Ron" moved, he felt a sharp pain. It turned out that his left arm had been dislocated. "Only one arm, but …" "That's enough..."

Rönn pointed at the three of them and said in a hoarse voice, "All of you, die …"

"Skeleton Fighter, come out..." Ron waved his hand, but he didn't chant any incantations. A streak of black spread out from under his feet, and the ground began to harden.

Then, something strange happened. The hardened ground shook and a trace of white gradually appeared. Three to four skulls drilled out from the ground like that.

"This... "What is this?" The black-clothed man was shocked.

The four Skeleton Warriors scrambled out of the ground and stood in front of the three men like devils from hell.

"Huh?" Seeing the appearance of the four Skeleton Warriors, the three of them were immediately stunned.

The brown haired man looked at the skeletons in front of him, rubbed his eyes, and said to the man in black, "Boss, why do these things look so familiar? I think I've seen them somewhere before."

"We have seen this thing in Lance City of the Roland Empire..." The black-clothed man relaxed, "Hehe, I remember now. This is the legendary Necromancer. Haha, it's actually a Necromancer. Brat, you've learned Necromancy …."

"You must be afraid now..." Hou Meilin could not help but feel pleased with himself. His strength was obviously not limited to just this, but he was currently in a soul state. It already required a large amount of soul force to reach this step.

However, what they said next was like a plate of cold water being poured over him, causing him to feel extremely depressed.

"Hehe, so it's Necromancy Magic …" The brown-haired man couldn't help but laugh. Tsk, do you think that you can resist us just because you learned this bullsh * t Necromancy? "This thing can be used to scare people, but the battle is just like trash..."

"What the hell is going on?" The head steward was still confused. He was from Naca Manor and had never been to Lance City.

The man in black sneered at him and said, "Sir Butler, if you haven't seen it before, you will be intimidated by this thing. In fact, this is Necromancy, also known as the magic of the poor. Although it carries the name of Magic, it's useless.

"Oh, I see..." The head steward was enlightened.

"Ol 'Three, hurry up and kill this fellow. Stop wasting time..." The man in black said.

"Alright..." The brown haired man laughed: "Boy, don't play so many tricks. It's useless no matter what. Come over and die!"

"F * ck your grandmother …" No matter how cultured and well-behaved he was, he could not hold it in. He had never thought that the powerful, mysterious, and terrifying Necromancy Magic would be crowned with the title of "Trash Magic", and these people would challenge his bottom line again and again.

Sneering, he said, "Since that's the case, why don't you try out the power of this trash magic?"

"Charge! Kill these fellows!"

With a light wave of his hand, the four Skeleton Warriors pounced towards the trio as if they were soldiers receiving the orders of a commander.

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