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"Hula —" A sound was heard.

At a river on the outskirts of St. Paul, Ron popped his head out of the water.

"Ya ha, you're not escaping now?" Ron felt a little proud. After leaving the stronghold of some "dark" organization, he had a plan in mind. He entered the sewers and swam all the way to the river. He could escape out of St. Paolo without any effort.

He shook his hair, wiped his face, and swam towards the shore. He climbed onto the shore a few times, took off his wet clothes, took out some clean clothes from his spatial space and changed into them.

"Warriors from the Underworld, please accept my summons. Come out, Skeleton Fighter …"

At this moment, Ron began to summon his Skeleton Fighter, and before long, a dazed Skeleton Fighter stood in front of Ron.

"Hehe!" Ron smiled, reached out to support the Skeleton Warrior, and climbed onto its back. With a single thought, the Skeleton Warrior lifted Ron into the air and began to run as fast as if he were riding a horse.

The Skeleton Fighter's speed was obviously not as fast as the horse's, but it was much faster and less tiring than Ron's walking speed.

"Ron, your method is really good!" Hou Meilin's eyes were filled with admiration, "You actually thought of using Skeleton Warriors as mounts. Very good, in the past there were so many people in the Church of Calamity!"

"Hehe!" Ron laughed again as he scratched his head, "Oh right, Grandpa Hou Meilin, were all the Necromancers in the Church of Calamity able to summon their mounts back then?"

"A soldier level Necromancer does not have a mount level Necromancer..." Hou Meilin thought for a moment and said, "Summoning a mount requires at least the strength of a master …"

"Master class?" That would be a necromancer, what can a necromancer summon? "

"Gargoyle..."

… ….

They chatted along the way, walking straight towards the border of Holy Empire. Ron deliberately chose a remote mountain road as he rode the Skeleton Fighter and effortlessly traversed over mountain ridges until he reached the border city of Asinaris.

Asinaris was an important border town of Holy Empire. Strictly speaking, it was an army town. The 13th, 14th, and 15th Legions of Holy Empire were stationed here.

The ones who came and went the most were merchants and Holy Empire soldiers patrolling the city.

In order to prevent anyone from recognizing him, Ron put on a mask. In this border city, investigation was not as strict as that of St. Paolo.

"You … "Pass..."

Ron was about to step out the door when a cold voice stopped him, startling him.

No pass? He looked Ron up and down, as if he were guarding against a burglar, and at the same time several soldiers in the distance looked over.

"Sir, pass!" At this moment, a fat merchant next to him handed him a pass. The soldier took it, opened it and waved him over.

"So the pass is that red book!" It was only then that Ron saw the pass, but he was worried again. How could he get a pass?

"You can't come out without a pass. This is a rule!" the soldier said to him, his face scrunched up.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my lord. I've left my pass at home. I'll go get it now." Ron replied and left in a hurry.

Generally speaking, a pass was a symbol of a country's identity when it was out of the country, and was issued by individual countries. Generally speaking, a pass was a symbol of a country's identity when it was out of the country, and was usually issued by individual countries.

Ron stood aside helplessly, watching as the others passed with red passes in their hands. He had the urge to grab them.

However, it was not wise to rob here. The soldiers that came and went made Ron feel apprehensive, but he also knew that it was impossible to leave Asinaris without a pass.

"If you need me, I can help you fight your way out."

"Forget it, don't..."

Ron immediately rejected the tempting suggestion that he didn't want anything to happen to his grandfather.

"Let me take a look and see if I can come up with a good idea." said Ron helplessly.

At this moment, in a corner of the city wall, a voice caught his attention.

"What's going on over there?"

Ron was curious. Seeing that more and more people were gathering, he couldn't help but follow them.

Among the crowd, there was a little girl around thirteen or fourteen years old curled up there. Her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were tattered.

Lying next to her was an old man who looked like a penniless beggar. He had been dead for quite some time now, and the stench of his corpse filled the air.

Beside her, there were a few well-dressed young nobles, currently playing around and pointing at the little girl.

"Hehe, where is this girl selling herself to bury her father? You are truly filial! " A yellow-haired, well-dressed youth chuckled as he picked his teeth. Although he was speaking in human language, his pair of eyes roamed around the little girl's body, sizing her up.

"How did you know it was her father? "Maybe her grandfather?" Another young man with blue hair laughed.

"Maybe her husband!" A young man with brown hair clapped his hands and laughed.

"Hahaha …" A few of the well-dressed young men burst into unbridled laughter.

The little girl gritted her teeth and knelt on the ground, not saying a word. Her long hair hung down, covering her face.

"I can't believe that in the past few days, this old man actually died!" The yellow-haired youth giggled. He reached out his hand to pull out a long sword, and with a "poof" sound, it stabbed into the corpse of the grandpa.

"You … "You …" The girl did not expect those people to do this. She raised her head with a trace of anger in her eyes.

"This lowly commoner is such a commoner. Look, how dirty is this old beggar!" The yellow-haired youth laughed and used his sword to pick out the old man's intestines. The others laughed out loud in joy.

The pitiful old man was already dead. Those people wouldn't even let go of his corpse.

"Wa — you, don't touch my grandfather!" The girl burst into tears and rushed up to fight with the youngsters.

"Oh? He actually dared to attack?" At this time, she was pushed back by the blue-haired young man and fell to the ground. She rushed up to fight again, but looking at her frail body, she couldn't hurt the tall and big well-dressed young men.

"What's going on?" A hint of anger flashed through Ron's eyes as he asked an elder beside him.

The old man shook his head, "Alas, this grandpa and granddaughter pair have been living here from the outside for months. Those guys have come to harass us every day, but a few days ago, that girl's grandpa fell sick and died, leaving behind only this girl. Pity, this group of people still haven't been let off …"

"These scum!" Ron was angry, and his eyes seemed about to spit fire. The last thing he wanted was to bully the weak, and that had to do with his previous experiences, where no one understood the little girl's feelings better than Ron did.

"Young man, don't act recklessly!" The old man said in a low voice, "Let me give you a word of advice, these guys can't be offended, the one with yellow hair is the son of the city lord of Asinaris City …"

"Ron, calm down!" "I know what you want to do, but this way, your identity will be exposed!"

"Damn it!" Ron knew the gravity of the situation, too. He clenched his teeth, relaxed his clenched fists, and took a deep breath.

"Haha, you're just a dead man, why are you in such a hurry?" It's not your husband! " The yellow-haired youth laughed as he brandished his sword, splitting the old man's corpse into pieces.

The girl was completely dumbfounded. She was completely unconscious as she stared at the pile of rotten flesh and blood on the ground. She ran for a few steps and then kneeled on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

"Grandpa!" The heart-wrenching wail moved the surrounding people. The gazes with which he looked at the youths became unfriendly.

However, these youths didn't notice at all. In their territory, who had they been afraid of? Those who had dared to oppose them before had turned to ashes.

At this time, the yellow-haired youth seemed to have discovered a new world as he excitedly said, "Hey, look at that little girl. She looks pretty good …"

"Hehe, I didn't think that young master's eyes would be so vicious, you can even see through this!" The blue-haired youth said.

"Let's clean her up and have a good time!" The brown-haired youth also laughed, his eyes gleaming with lust.

The three of them exchanged a look. The blue-haired young man and the brown-haired young man quickly walked over, put their hands under the little girl's armpits and held her up.

The little girl acted like she was a fool, allowing them to lift her up without any resistance.

"Animal — not even a thirteen-year-old girl!" The onlookers shook their heads, sympathy in their eyes, but no one tried to stop them.

The well-dressed youths turned a deaf ear to the surrounding discussions. They had already done this more than once and were already familiar with it. They did not pay any attention to the angry glares thrown at them.

"Grandpa Homerin, I can't hold it in anymore!" Ron was so angry that his teeth chattered and his body trembled.

"Ron, you have to stay calm." Ron, you have to stay calm. Komelin reminded him.

"Grandpa Homerin, but I can't stand it anymore!" Looking at the retreating figures, Ron gritted his teeth and said, "Grandpa, just let me be willful this once …" "Just once …"

Ron pulled out a green bone cane from his space bag, his face extremely hideous, and said word by word, "I — will — not — let — this — gang — beast!" Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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