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"We have finally arrived at the Roland Empire! I'm finally free! " He stood in front of the western gate of the border city of Wutan, greedily breathing in the free air. Ever since he had entered the territory of the Roland Empire, Ron had felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation, that he could do whatever he wanted here, that no one would interfere with him, even if he had summoned the Skeleton Warriors, those people would only give him surprised looks, no one would come to point fingers, and there would be no bounty posted on the streets.

Ron could not help but feel relieved by the atmosphere of freedom.

"Congratulations, Ron!" You have finally safely escaped the sphere of influence of the Holy Church, so you are not afraid of them chasing you anymore. In the Roland Empire, you don't have to hide, and from then on, you can just stand tall and take step after step on the path of the strong! " Hou Meilin said with a smile.

"I will!" Ron's eyes flashed with confidence. "I'll work harder!"

After entering the Roland Empire, they naturally had to enjoy the flavor and scenery of the Roland Empire. Wu Tan City was roughly equivalent to a middle-class city of Holy Empire, but the difference from Holy Empire was that the atmosphere of commerce here was much thicker. Everyone's face brimmed with a happy smile, and endless streams of merchants and carriages flowed in and out of here.

Unlike the Holy Empire, which didn't have any precious sacred Cathedral, there were Mage Towers that rose up from the ground. Here, it was quite rare to see Mages everywhere, dressed in magic robes unique to the Roland Empire, with the logo of the Mage Union on them.

Rönn looked around, to the left, to the west, to the right, and he saw two men standing in the street and talking loudly about the idea of magic. There were dissidents arguing with him, and they began to argue in the street, and quite a few of the passers-by stopped to watch and listen, and Ron listened with rapt attention.

"Ron, a lot of what they're saying is elementary magic theory, and a lot of things are wrong. I don't think you should listen."

Ron reluctantly looked away and replied, "It's nothing. I just feel that the atmosphere here is too good!"

"Indeed!" Hou Meilin also praised, "Compared to Holy Empire, this place is much freer!"

As he spoke, he turned his head, and suddenly, his expression froze. Not long later, his body began to tremble as well.

"Grandpa Homerin, what's wrong with you?" asked Ron, feeling a little uneasy.

Hou Meilin did not say anything. He pointed at a place not far away with his trembling hand. There was an angry yet sad expression on his face.

"What is it? It's worth making a fuss about! " Ron turned his head carelessly, and for a moment his eyes widened.

What did he see? He saw the Necromancer!

That's right, he was a Necromancer. Previously, Ron had heard people talking about the location of the most Necromancers. Without a doubt, the answer would be to find the Roland Empire.

Now, Ron and Hou Meilin had finally personally witnessed the so-called 'Necromancer'. However, they were unable to accept reality.

What kind of Necromancers were these!

Their clothes were tattered, and they were carrying something that looked like bones in their hands. Their expressions were wooden, and if one didn't look carefully, someone would believe that they were corpses.

Those people controlled many skeletons. These skeletons struggled to carry a large box. Their movements were extremely slow and they didn't emit even the slightest bit of soul energy from their two black eyeballs.

These skeletons didn't even have any weapons in their hands. They were as lifeless as a machine, and the Necromancers controlling them were obviously laboring.

At the other corner, a large group of Necromancers were sitting, lying down, waiting for a job suitable for them. When they looked at the Necromancers carrying the chests, their eyes were filled with envy, while at the same time, they anxiously surveyed their surroundings, hoping that a kind employer would take a fancy to them and hire them to do things.

At this moment, on the other side of Ron, a seated Necromancer caught their attention. It was a very ordinary young man, sitting on the ground, holding a variety of cards in his hands. In front of him was a lion-shaped creature made of skeletons, with two bone wings on its back and a huge protrusion on its tail.

Sitting on the back of the Venomous Scorpion Lion was a young boy about ten years old. The young boy innocently held the two bone spikes on the back of the Venomous Scorpion Lion, a smile blossoming on his face.

He noticed that the skeleton of the so-called Venomous Scorpion Lion was just an empty skeleton. There was not a single trace of soul power in the skeleton, even compared to the first Skeleton Warrior that Ron had summoned.

Not far behind the Venomous Scorpion Lion, a young noble couple was pointing and talking, looking at the little boy with a loving expression.

"My dear, how mighty do you think our son is after riding on a scorpion lion? Looks like he has the potential to become a Venomous Scorpion Lion Knight! " The woman gently rested her head on the man's shoulder and said gently.

The man grinned and said, "Of course, whose excellent breed is this …"

The woman smiled and hit him, "Beautiful, would you have been born without me?"

The man was giggling.

"Time's up!" The young man controlling the Venomous Scorpion Lion said hoarsely.

At this moment, the Venomous Scorpion Lion stopped and transformed into a cloud of smoke, disappearing from where it stood.

"So fast?" The man walked up to the Necromancer and asked.

"Three silver coins every time, ten minutes at a time. Time's up!" The young Necromancer wiped the sweat off his face and answered.

"Mom... Mom. I still want to play. I still want to play... " At this time, the little boy who was having fun got up and begged while grabbing the young woman's thigh.

The woman who was tied up couldn't help but pat her son on the head, "Okay... Play … Let's continue playing! " She turned to her husband. "My dear! "Look..."

The man nodded, "Then let's play again!" Saying that, he looked at the Necromancer on the ground and picked up a card, "This one! Dragon Knight! "Hehe, how awe-inspiring …."

The young Necromancer nodded and chanted an incantation. Not long after, a black fog rose from the ground.

Hou Meilin frowned, "No, the incantation was wrong. Moreover, he doesn't seem to have trained in soul force."

Not long after, a wyvern appeared in front of them. This wyvern's bones were about two meters long and half a meter tall, just like a real wyvern. It flapped its wings, wagged its tail, and shook its head, causing the surrounding people to burst into laughter.

"Riding the Dragon …" "Riding on a dragon..." The little boy quickly ran onto the Flying Dragon Skeleton and climbed up. At this time, the Flying Dragon Skeleton moved and flapped its wings, making cracking noises. A few poor kids were standing around, looking at the little boy on the skeleton's back with a look of envy in their eyes. Although they could only play for a little while, three silver coins was not something anyone could afford.

"Hehe, take a look …" Look. Our son has a chance to become a Dragon Knight. You see how professional he is, riding on it like a real dragon knight! " The young noble lady clapped her hands and said.

The man also laughed in response, "That's good. When he's old enough, send him to Xianglong Academy. Ride on a real dragon and become a real Dragon Knight …"

"Sigh …" Ron sighed slightly and shook his head.

When he turned around, he saw that Grandpa Homerin was already in tears.

Rönn was shocked, "Grandpa Homerin, what happened to you?"

"It's nothing!" Komelin was surprised to find that he had lost his composure. He took a deep breath and wiped away the tears that had formed on his cheeks. "Remembering how noble the Necromancers were in the Church of Calamity a hundred thousand years ago, but now, they have fallen to this stage …"

"Before I saw it with my own eyes, I had never thought of such a useless pile of bones. It had no power, and it could even be said that it was summoned by a necromancer. Haha, very good, this is a necromancer, it's a f * cking joke … …"

Hou Meilin took a deep breath, "I remember now. When those people heard about Necromancers, they showed a look of disdain. They underestimated you many times for this reason. Seeing all of this, I think I can find the answer …"

He sighed again, "I was mentally prepared for the decline of the Necromancy Magic. But I didn't expect the Necromancy Magic to fall to such a state, look... Look at these bones and bones, if those elders of the Church of Calamity saw this, they would probably be so angry that they would come back to life! "

Ron said dejectedly, after a long while, "Grandpa Komelin, everything will be fine. How about this, I'll teach them the real Necromancy Magic. This way, the Necromancy Magic will be revived, and our Necromancers will no longer have to live in such a miserable manner."

Hou Meilin thought for a moment, then shook his head, "No, I can't teach you necromancy now is not the time!"

"Why?"

Hou Meilin replied, "Undead magic has fallen to this state. Giving you undead magic is equivalent to establishing your own sect. Without great strength, it is impossible to do!"

In addition, with the rise of the Church of Calamity and the return of Necromancy, you will definitely arouse some people's nerves. At that time, you will face numerous difficulties and dangers.

He nodded. "What do you think I should do now, Grandpa Homelin?"

Hou Meilin pondered for a moment, and then said, "On the road of cultivation, you don't need anyone to teach you anything. As long as I know, I can teach you anything …"

You need to understand this world. You need to master magic, dou qi, and other related situations, strengths, weaknesses, and more. Also, the knowledge I have from 100,000 years ago cannot keep up with this era. You may need to go to a specialized academy to study it systematically.

Ron nodded.

"Ron, I want you to promise me one thing! "At least when you have the ability."

"Grandpa Homerin, go ahead!"

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