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Ron slept soundly for the first time that night in the same room as Kydd, Langtry, and Lonsim, Aurora, Karachi, and Manny, where there was no wind and frost, no thrilling pursuit, not to mention a life of trepidation.

The next day, Rönn got up at exactly the right time, went to the dining hall for breakfast, and headed to the classroom. Today was his first class.

When he arrived at the classroom, he saw that quite a few of the students had already arrived, but many of the seats were empty, and Ron was surprised to see an acquaintance, Goethe, smiling and waving for Ron to sit beside her.

Ron squinted, and there was a hint of disappointment in Goethe's face.

Ron randomly found a seat and sat down, only to hear Hou Meilin laughing, "Ron, there are quite a few talented freshmen here. Other than that Goethe, there are actually also people at the age of fifteen who are a soldier.

"Look at that …" A girl with long blue hair who is only sixteen years old is actually an advanced mage who is of the water element. "

"Um …" White clothed boy, advanced swordsman, tsk tsk, these people's talents are truly not simple. "

Komelin sighed in admiration, pointing at the man and showing him to Ron. He had randomly pointed out a few people, most of whom were at the intermediate rank of the soldier, and a few of whom were at the advanced rank.

Ron's talent in Necromancy was indeed very good, but his current strength was only due to his soul ring. For his peers to reach this level, it was quite impressive.

As a student, not only did he have to be skilled, but he also had to learn all kinds of knowledge. The first lesson Ron taught was literature, and the second lesson was arithmetic.

Hou Meilin was also very much in favor of this knowledge. In his words, as a strong warrior, besides training and improving his strength, he also needed to learn all sorts of knowledge. Otherwise, he would become a fool who only knew how to act recklessly.

There were two types of teachers in the academy. One of them was a teacher, who guided the students on the path of cultivation, while the other was a teacher who imparted all kinds of knowledge, such as arithmetic, fine arts, literature, etc.

In comparison to their knowledge, the students below were in a terrible situation. Baroque Academy was a boarding school, and all students had to live in it, even if they were local people. Once these noble children, who usually had strict families under their control, let go, many of them would unconsciously start living inside it.

The teachers who had imparted them their knowledge did not have much ability in their own right, much less be able to suppress these students. In their first class, there were students whispering, eating, and even talking about love in public.

In this world, everything is about strength. Who would put them in their eyes if they were weak teachers? If it had been another teacher, things would have been much better.

In Ron's eyes, these teachers were worthy of respect. They were dedicated teachers, patiently explaining every detail until everyone could figure it out. They didn't care if anyone was listening.

The math class ended very quickly. After resting for ten minutes, the bell rang and the students one by one returned to their seats. The next class was history.

Ron had just sat down when he saw a familiar figure walk up to the podium. It was his mentor, Vivian.

Vivian was a teacher for the Necromancy division. As there had been no students in the Necromancy division, her title as a teacher was not as real as it should be. Therefore, she held the position of history teacher as well.

Vivian stepped onto the lectern, glanced around the room first, saw Ron, and nodded slightly.

"Hello everyone. I'm Vivian, your history teacher. It's a pleasure to meet you all …"

There was applause, only a little sparse, and Ron was cheering up because he was his mentor.

"Alright, let's flip through the first page of the book now. Today's lesson is, 'Ancient legend' — Lost Continent..."

"A long, long time ago, there lived a group of strange humans. They controlled the skeletons and engaged in a brutal battle with the strange beasts. This period of time, we call it the ancient era …"

"The ancient era, wasn't that the era of the Church of Calamity?"

"There seems to be some sort of connection. If I listen carefully, I might be able to find the lost undead magic …"

Vivian quickly entered the role, and said vividly, "These people are extremely powerful! "Compared to the ancient elves and beasts, this is far more difficult to achieve …"

Vivian was drooling at the top, but the students below were not interested. Only Ron listened intently, talking, eating, and falling in love.

At this moment, a sneer came from the corner of the classroom, breaking the harmonious atmosphere.

He said in a peculiar tone, "Teacher Vivian, do you think he is a necromancer called 'Trash' on the continent?"

The students' faces were filled with schadenfreude. They saw Vivian, who was standing on the podium, wearing a long robe with a skull pattern on it. It was obvious that her opponent's occupation was a Necromancer.

He had a head full of wavy blue hair, fair skin, a delicate face that looked extremely spirited, and the corner of his mouth hung with a trace of a charming smile. His name was Hefelter, a noble of the Roland Empire, and he was also this year's genius student of Baroque Academy. He had a brother who studied in the advanced academy, so he was very familiar with the academy's rules.

He had already inquired that Vivian was a teacher of the Necromancy division and had no status amongst the teachers. That was why he could relax and provoke her.

Vivian's face turned pale. She didn't expect to encounter such a situation on the first day of school.

Highfield continued to provoke her, "Teacher Vivian, what do you think … Are Necromancers really as strong as the legends say? "

Vivian took a deep breath. It had been more than one time, but she didn't have much experience with it. There was no other reason, just no confidence.

The so-called confidence referred to one's strength.

You said that the Necromancers were powerful? Fine, let's spar then. As a teacher, if you can't beat your own student, then you'll lose face. If you say that you can't be powerful, then wouldn't you slap yourself?

She thought for a moment and said, "According to the ancient annals, Necromancy did dominate the continent in the ancient times, but now the real Necromancy has been lost for a long time. As for us Necromancers, we only learned it in the beginning …."

Vivian's retort was well-founded, and even Jomelin couldn't help but nod to herself. The current 'Necromancy' was nothing more than fur, not even fur.

"Hehe!" Highfield snickered and stood up, "Up till now, there is no more evidence for the events of 100,000 years ago. Of course, you can say whatever you want …"

"Yesterday, just yesterday, I found a few dozen Necromancers to amuse themselves by making them queue up, one day forming a S shape, the next forming a B shape. Finally, I made them learn to bark like dogs. How much do you and I think it cost?"

"How much is it?" Several of his best friends around Hefelter began to act together.

"Hehe, in total, I only spent less than three gold coins. It is so cheap... "Hahaha..."

"Hahaha …" Those best friends of his started laughing out loud, causing many of the students in the classroom to laugh as well. The atmosphere in the classroom had been completely ruined.

Vivian was so angry that her face turned pale. She gritted her teeth, and her eyes began to turn red.

"Don't cry... "Don't cry, I want to be strong. This small blow is nothing …" Vivian tried to comfort herself, but the agitation of her emotions made her body shudder.

His heart was filled with an inexplicable pleasure. He did not intend to let her go, so he smiled and said, "Teacher Vivian, I have no intention of doubting your belief, but the great prophet taught us that seeing is believing. Teacher Vivian, just summon some bones to broaden our horizons …"

"Hahaha …"

"Alright... "Good luck..."

"Highfield, I support you …"

As the student's mood was ignited, the atmosphere immediately rose to its highest point. Laughter of schadenfreude could be heard everywhere, and only a few female students, who were slightly quieter, did not join in.

Vivian felt more isolated than she had ever felt before. In Noah Continent, the most important thing is power. Everyone here knows that Necromancers are trash and she is still lecturing on how powerful Necromancers are. Many students don't say it out loud, but they don't think much of it.

"Enough!"

At this moment, a shout rang out, loud and clear in the noisy classroom.

Ron's face was tense, his patience had reached its limit. He admitted that Necromancy was indeed lost, and it was understandable for others to look down on it. However, he couldn't stand being insulted like this by someone else.

"Yo!" Is someone coming? " Highfield casually turned his head, glanced at Ron, and laughed, "I was wondering who it was... So you are also a Necromancer, the same trash. Teacher Vivian, this is your Undead division's student, right? "You really have guts!"

He grinned evilly and rolled up his sleeves, a faint fiery light circulating in his arms. He approached step by step and sneered, "You reckless fool, let me teach you how to write the word 'die' …"

The reason why Highfield was infuriated was because he had always thought that he was the eldest among the freshmen. As a specially recruited student, he did indeed have the means to do so.

He didn't dare to hit his teacher because of the school's rules, but no one dared to say anything about taking care of a student.

"Intermediate swordsman?" The corner of Ron's mouth curved into a smile. In just a split-second, he had already seen through his opponent's strength.

Black gas gushed out of his hand, and a short bone spike appeared in Ron's hand. He sneered, and without the slightest fear, charged straight at Haifert.

"What?" All the students in the classroom were stunned. What shocked them wasn't the fight in the classroom, but the fact that the useless Necromancer had the courage to fight head on with Hefelter. Was he courting death?

A trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes. "Since you are courting death, I will reluctantly give you some blood!"

"Stop!"

At this moment, a delicate shout came from behind Highfield. He turned his head in surprise and saw that, as a student specially recruited by the academy, Goethe had at some point stood up with a fireball in her hand.

Highfield's expression froze. "Goethe, what are you trying to do?"

"Highfield, I'm warning you. Ron is my friend. If you touch him, that's me!" Goethe said expressionlessly. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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