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Ron sprinted out of town, with the blue-clothed youth in hot pursuit.

His speed was still very fast, and the blue-clothed youth was being flung further and further away. Right at that moment, a group of people appeared in front of Ron and ran towards him.

When the blue-clothed youth saw this, he was overjoyed. He immediately shouted, "Stop him! He is Ron …"

The people in front of Ron were the townspeople that the man had just called over. They were armed with clubs and crude weapons, and they were clearly startled to see Ron.

"He's Ron."

"Capturing him would be a hundred gold coins …"

A thought rose in the minds of the townspeople, their calm gazes replaced by greed.

"Capture him..."

A hundred gold coins made these people, who had lived in peace, go crazy. Catching him would cost a hundred gold coins.

Without hesitation, they raised their clubs and lunged madly at Ron.

Ron was shocked. He had lived in Maple Leaf Town for more than a decade and was already quite familiar with the townspeople. But now, looking at their faces made him feel like a stranger.

There was only one thought on Ron's mind, and he turned quickly, and the townspeople followed like wild beasts.

There was no way out!

Ron lowered his head, his heart still holding onto a glimmer of hope. He bit his lips and said softly, "Fellow uncles from Maple Leaf Town, are you really going to treat me like this?"

"Uncle Battle, have you forgotten that I was the one who rescued your daughter when she fell into the river?"

"Uncle Jobs, have you forgotten that I often come to work for you?"

"..."

Ron's young and tender voice echoed in the surroundings, causing the crowd to hesitate. Quite a few people began to hesitate. No matter what, Ron had grown up in Maple Leaf Town.

The blue-clothed youth saw that the situation was not looking good and immediately shouted, "Don't listen to his nonsense. Master Geralt said that as long as we capture him, we will be given 100 gold coins. Moreover, this Ron, he also practices evil Necromancy Magic!"

Hearing this, the eyes of those people became firm.

"No …." Ron shook his head desperately, but no one wanted to hear his explanation.

"Hee hee, Ron, don't waste your time …" The blue-clothed youth sneered, "All these years, you've eaten our food and worn our clothes. It's time for us to repay you for raising us …"

Ron looked at the familiar faces of the townspeople.

"Uncle, Uncle, don't force me …" said Ron, biting his lip, but no one listened to him.

At this moment, a sigh came from the depths of his soul. "Do it, Ron, they are no longer the townspeople you are familiar with …"

It turned out that Hou Meilin couldn't bear to watch any longer.

"Since that's the case, I won't stand on formalities then..."

Ron's heart went cold. Since these townspeople didn't remember their old friendship at all, there was no need for him to hide it any longer.

Compared to the other Warriors who tried to take action, the Mage professions seemed to be more elegant. Rönn moved his hand and black air was emitted from his hand. He muttered an incantation and five Skeleton Warriors drilled out from the ground.

They held small bone knives in their hands, and their green eyes stared blankly at the large group of townspeople in front of them.

The townspeople were shocked.

"He... He really is a necromancer … "

"He can summon skeletons …"

"What an evil magic …"

The citizens' eyes were filled with fear. They did not want to fight with these terrifying monsters, so they began to retreat again.

"Don't be afraid of it, it's just a useless skeleton …" He had been to the Roland Empire before, so he knew a bit about the Necromancers.

Many people were scared by the Skeleton Warriors, but most of them had heard of the legends of Necromancy.

"Kill this Necromancer …"

"This is a heretic, I must burn him to death..."

The crowd became angry, not so much at Ron's heresy as at the power of money.

The greedy townspeople raised their staffs and smashed down at the Skeleton Fighters, but the Skeleton Fighters didn't dare to retaliate.

Very quickly, a Skeleton Warrior was knocked down and its bones scattered on the ground. The bones that fell to the ground turned into a cloud of black smoke that drifted away with the wind.

The situation was getting worse.

Everyone became even more frenzied. This proved that one of the reasons why Necromancy was a trash magic was because these Skeleton Warriors were too weak.

Ron had been holding back, but he found that there was no way out.

"Since you all wish to court death, don't blame me …" "Skeleton Fighter, go to me …"

After receiving Ron's order, the Skeleton Fighters were fearless against the rained sticks. They originally had no emotions, and they did not know what fear was. They raised their bone sabers and welcomed the incoming attack.

With a gentle cut of the bone blade in his hand, a large stick the size of a bowl was chopped into two halves. The Skeleton Fighter refused to give up. He waved the bone blade again and ferociously stabbed it into the stomach of one of the townspeople.

"Crack ~ ~" The bone blade wasn't long, but it could pierce a person's body. The townsman clutched his stomach with a look of disbelief on his face. He couldn't believe everything that was happening before his eyes, and he also couldn't believe that he would die at the hands of a seemingly useless Necromancer.

He was the guy from Maple Leaf Town, the young man in blue who had just started talking to Ron. He abruptly kneeled on the ground and muttered, "Impossible …" "This isn't a Necromancer …"

He died, with an expression of disbelief on his face, and with a greed for money.

The blue-clothed youth was just an ordinary little hoodlum, and in front of the Skeleton Warriors, he was as weak as paper.

"He killed someone..." People screamed in panic as they retreated in terror. In the face of the unknown, no one would be stupid enough to go forward and die.

Ron directed the Skeleton Fighters to injure a few more, but they didn't kill the Skeleton Fighters. At this moment, the crowd was in an uproar, and many people were crying as they retreated. The scene was extremely chaotic.

In the confusion, Ron saw Fat Susan, and noticed that there was no fear on her face. Instead, there was a hint of relief.

"The guards of Naca Villa are here …" "The guards of the Naca villa have arrived …"

While the crowd was in a state of confusion, a voice could be heard from afar.

So it was the townspeople who had revealed the news and brought the guards of Naca Manor with them. They were currently searching for Ron in the villages, and upon hearing that Ron had appeared in Maple Leaf Town, they immediately brought their men with them.

There were more than ten people in total, and they were all dressed in fine armor, shining brightly in the sunlight. Their armors and armors were all equipped, they were riding big horses, with broadswords protruding from their waists, and a cold killing intent emanated from them.

When the captain of the guards at Naca Manor saw Ron, he was overjoyed. It seemed like this meritorious deed would almost belong to him.

"Get out of the way... "Get out of the way..."

The guards of the Nuka Manor were not polite to ordinary townspeople. They whipped them so hard that they started to cry for their parents.

The leader of the guards of Naca Manor dismounted, walked forward, and said coldly with a tight face, "Ron, you killed one of my men, if you know what's good for you, you will immediately put down your weapon and surrender. Our master, Jelat, sees you as young, and might spare your life, or else I won't be polite …"

Everyone knew that in Geralt's eyes, Ron had no reason to stay alive, but he still had to say it.

"Heh heh... You train in Necromancy? "Now, the Holy Church will definitely not let you go …" When the captain of the guards saw the Skeleton Fighter that Ron had summoned, he was not alarmed, but rather happy. He began to laugh.

Ron, who was still a fifteen-year-old boy, looked at the fully armed Naca Guard and felt a little scared. He softly asked, "Grandpa Komelin, what should I do now?"

Ron had a way of communicating with Homelin, who could hear everything he said, but other than Ron, no one else could see him because he was a spirit.

"Ron, don't be afraid, they are just novice Swordsmen. Although you have just learned Necromancy, you are also a beginner necromancer, so you don't have to be afraid of them …"

"But... But there were so many of them … And they even brought weapons … " Ron's voice was trembling as he faced a dozen or so heavily armed men. It would be false to say that they were not afraid, but they had already surrounded him, and they had drawn their swords from their waists, glinting with a cold light.

When he saw that Ron was still scared to death, he shook his head and smiled wryly. He was scared by the shiny armor and the bright sword, but he did not know that it was just on the surface. It had to be known that Ron had the strength of a novice necromancer, so he did not need to be afraid of them.

"Sigh, this child's combat experience is still too little." Hou Meilin let out a long sigh. "No wonder, what kind of battle can a fifteen-year-old child from a poor family experience?" I can't go on like this...

It was impossible for a path of an expert to be smooth sailing. Battling was an extremely precious experience in growth. Otherwise, it would be impossible for one to grow strong like the flowers and plants that were cultivated in a greenhouse.

What Ron lacked the most was combat experience. It was like this where he did not even know the opponent's strength. He was so frightened by the so-called 'mighty' appearance that his legs turned soft. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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