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"Follow me!" When Ron handed over the money, Vivian told him quickly.

Ron followed Vivian into the school gate, and they came to a place as open as a courtyard. He looked around and saw students who were working hard, many of them holding books as they walked, some of them magic students demonstrating magic from above. Not far away from him, an archer was struggling to maintain a shooting posture.

"Too powerful!" "This is the real campus!" Ron's heart was filled with excitement. He had come to this place countless times in his dreams, dreaming that he would be able to step onto the campus one day, preferably be a mage. Now, his dream had come true, but it was a little different from his dream.

But to Ron's surprise, instead of showing respect to his mentor, the students passed by her without showing it. Even more strange was that Vivian didn't even frown, as if she was used to it.

It was obvious that she was in a very good mood. "Ron, from now on, I'm your teacher, and you're also the first new student of the undead division. When you see a male senior, you'll call them seniors, while the female seniors will call you seniors. Do you understand that?"

"Un, I understand!" Ron smiled and nodded. In his heart, he was beginning to like this mentor who was only a few years older than him. He felt like the big sister next door, amiable and amiable.

At that moment, an authoritative voice reached Ron's ears.

"Vivian, how did you end your recruitment so soon? Hm? "Who's that behind you?"

Ron turned his head and saw a wretched old man with a white beard walking towards him. Behind him was a clean, young man wearing a white magic robe. He looked very energetic. His face seemed to be smiling, but at the same time did not look like he was.

"Ugh …" Oh... It's Dean d'Abbs! " Vivian quickly bowed and said nervously, "My recruitment is over. He is a first-year student of our Necromancy Branch. His name is Ron …"

Dabbs was only the vice principal, but the principal was always elusive. He was the one in charge of the academy for a long time, and as time went by, the students and coaches had gotten used to calling him principal.

But d'Abbs was shocked. "What? Necromancy division? Since when did the Necromancy division recruit a new student? "Vivian, you didn't just pick a random person, did you?"

Vivian's face reddened. She was a little embarrassed, and she said, "No... No... When I was about to go back, he suddenly came to register … "

"So it's like that!" d'Abbs looked Ron up and down and nodded.

"Ron, quick, salute Dean d'Abbs!" Vivian said.

Ron saluted and said, "Greetings, Lord Dean!"

"That's right!" Dabbs looked at Ron with satisfaction in his eyes, but then he gave Vivian a meaningful look and said, "Teach!"

"Yes!" "Dean!" Vivian said anxiously.

At this time, the fair skinned man at the side interjected and said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, "Hehe, Vivian, congratulations! It's been three years, and I've finally received a student. This is a good thing.

Vivian's face turned pale. This guy was obviously celebrating, but he was actually doing it in front of everyone. She was already used to this, but now he was in front of her students, making her feel embarrassed.

"What do you say, Siferri?" As the vice principal, he had to be fair in every aspect. Although that student could have nothing to do with it, there were some things that could not be said in front of the public.

"Vivian, you have to put your heart into teaching your students. You know, the Necromancy Branch only has a year left, I think you should know that next year, the Undead division will be abolished. If you don't teach well this last year, Dean d'Abbs will be very angry!"

Dabbs frowned. "Siferri, that's enough! There's a student here... "

He didn't answer. When he had finished, Vivian was already trembling with anger. He had achieved his goal.

"Vivian, as a teacher, even if we only have one student, we have to seriously teach her. This is the duty of a teacher, although the undead division is a little weaker compared to the other divisions, but in this situation, it can't be said to be your fault. Don't think too much about it, just do your best to lead the students well!"

"Yes!" "Dean d'Abbs!" Vivian bit her lip and lowered her head.

Dabbs gently stroked Ron's head. Do you know? "

Rönn nodded, and when he looked at Siferri, his eyes were filled with anger.

Siferri pretended not to see this, his narrow-minded heart had already started to laugh fiendishly, "Ignorant little bastard, I kindly reminded you to use this kind of attitude towards me? One day, you will know how powerful I am! "

He was just a step away from advancing to the realm of a great Magister. His strength was great and his status in the school was extremely high. Coupled with his sunny and handsome appearance, he attracted countless ignorant girls into his arms. In the past few years, he had created quite a few romantic affairs, which were settled by his family.

Vivian walked ahead, not saying a word, her black hair falling over her face, obscuring it, and Ron trailing behind her.

A moment later, Vivian stopped.

Ron stopped, too, and asked with concern, "Teacher Vivian, what's wrong with you?"

Vivian sighed and said slowly, "Just now, that West Fly teacher had repeatedly wooed me, but I knew he was a famous playboy in the academy. I don't know how many female students were enchanted by him and ended up in his bed, so I refused …"

She turned her head slowly, as if talking to herself, and Ron saw a look of sadness on her face.

Ron nodded in understanding. "Instructor Vivian, I understand. I won't be affected by his words …"

Vivian smiled sadly. "Although he said a lot of darn things, there's one thing he's not wrong about. Next year …" The academy had already decided... Abolish Necromancy Branch... "

"Ah —" Ron gasped. "How could that be!"

Vivian shook her head and said self-deprecatingly, "I've been a teacher for three years, and I've only recruited you as a student this year. I can understand the disappointment in the academy …"

"In other words, Ron, you've only had a year to study at Baroque College, and I don't think you'll learn anything for a year. Ron, I'll give you a choice. If you're willing to drop out of school, I can refund your tuition fee … "

She looked quietly at Ron to see what he would choose. She was broken, anyway, and if Ron had dropped out of school months ago, she would have been even more embarrassed.

Ron lowered his head, thinking to himself, "Undead magic, Grandpa Hou Meilin can teach me. As for the other knowledge, in a year, I should be able to learn more or less …"

He raised his head, looked at Vivian seriously and said, "Instructor Vivian, I choose to stay …"

Vivian looked surprised. "Really?" Ron, you still decided to stay? "Even if it's only for a year …"

"Of course!" Ron laughed and rubbed his nose, "In the entire continent, other than you here, where else can you learn Necromancy?"

"But... But Necromantic Magic isn't that powerful … Compared to other elements! " "Ron, are you sure you don't regret this?"

"No regrets!"

"Really?"

"Hm!" It's true! "

"Then let's pull the hook and keep our promises. In a hundred years, don't change!"

She was young, only twenty-three years old, and occasionally she had the look of a child.

"Click..." A hundred years … "You are not allowed to change …" Ron held out his hand to her.

"Alright!" Vivian smiled, took out a completed form, and said, "Go back to your dorm first. Take this form, and the dorm manager will arrange for your residence based on your age and occupation!"

"I'm leaving. If you need anything, come find me at the instructor's dormitory!" She turned away, and Ron took the form and followed Vivian's directions.

… ….

"I'm back!" Vivian returned to the Mentor's dormitory, which was arranged for professional instructors in the Balovax Academy. However, the place Vivian stayed in was relatively more simple compared to the other instructors in the other departments.

"Hehe, my Vivian is back!" An old man with a head full of white hair came out from the kitchen with a soup bowl in his hand.

He looked like Vivian's grandfather, but he was actually her father.

Vivian's father, Jarod, was also a Necromancer and had been working on Necromancy for decades. He was one of the personnel who firmly believed in the existence of ancient Necromancy, and from a young age, Vivian had been influenced by her father.

"Vivian, how was the recruitment today?" Jarod asked, grinning. He had just opened his mouth when he noticed that he had asked a useless question. He couldn't help but smack his own lips. The Necromancy division cannot recruit anyone!

Looking at Vivian, Jarod felt a little regretful. This child had developed a strong interest in Necromancy since childhood and almost quarreled over this father and daughter pair. Jarod thought that if he had persisted for just a bit longer, Vivian might have changed her mind.

"It went smoothly!" "Father, let me tell you a piece of good news. I've recruited a student today?"

"What?" Jarod's hand shook, and the bowl he was holding fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. Section error, click on this report (no registration), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.