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"Lord Dean..." "This..."

"There's no need to say anything else!" "I understand, I understand very well …" At the same time, he interrupted d'Abbs, "Still, no matter how strong the Holy Church is, they can't stop the Roland Empire. The Roland Empire is known as the Free Kingdom, this phrase isn't just for show..."

d'Abbs was silent.

"Headmaster!" At this moment, the old woman who had been silent all this time stood up, looked at Ron fiercely and said, "Lord Headmaster, don't you feel that the Necromancy that Ron cultivates is giving off a strange smell? Evil spells like this shouldn't appear in this world. I still think that it's good for the academy to fire him … "

"What is justice? What was evil? Is there absolute justice and evil in this world? I tell you, no! Even the students who went out of our school to train in righteous magic can do evil things no matter where they go. Justice and evil are all part of one's heart, Mattia, what's the difference between what you say now and the Holy Church? "

Ron couldn't help but clap his hands in approval. The way Platz had said it made his heart warm, and he gave the old woman a strange look and realized that her name was Matthias.

Matthias was speechless, and she broke off.

Seeing that he had managed to convince the crowd, Platz was in a good mood. Smiling, he said, "Then let's do it, Ron, I don't care how you obtained the inheritance of the ancient necromancy, since you have entered the necromancy division, you are now my student. You can stay and continue to cultivate your necromancy, as for the matter of the Holy Church, you don't have to worry about it, I will handle it …"

"Thank you, Principal!" He knew what Dean Platz meant by his words, which meant that Barofax College had sheltered him and propped up a blue sky for him, and that was a huge favor.

Platz glanced at Ron and smiled, "However, Ron, your strength is still too weak. Aren't you only at the Advanced Level?" He had seen through Ron's strength.

Ron's heart skipped a beat. "Yes, Lord Dean!"

Platz smiled, "Do your job well. When your strength reaches the teacher level, I'll let you teach the Necromancy Division!"

Ron's eyes lit up. "Really?" He knew that his grandfather's greatest hope was to rebuild the Church of Calamity. What was needed to rebuild the Church of Calamity was undoubtedly a large number of necromancers, as well as death knights and necromancers. If Baroque Academy could provide such a platform, why wouldn't it do so?

… ….

"Ron, this favor is too heavy!" When Ron came out of the dean's office and told Komelins about the situation, Komelins quickly fell silent. To be able to protect Ron before he grew up and withstand the pressure by himself had truly been too much of a favor for the Holy See.

"Yes!" Grandpa Holmerin! " Ron continued, "He also said that when he broke through to the Teacher level, he wanted me to teach the Necromancy Branch! "I agree to it..."

"En!" Hou Meilin nodded, "This is a chance. I estimate that with your current cultivation progress, you will be able to break through the master level within two years or so …"

"Ah …" Rowan was greatly surprised. "It will take two years?"

"Of course! It is a hurdle to advance from the Advanced Level to the Master Level, and countless people are stuck on this hurdle. Some people will never be able to break through, but with my guidance, two years should be enough! " Homerin said.

They chatted all the way back to dorm 302, and by this time it was noon and Ron was already feeling hungry.

"Ron's back!"

The news spread like a gust of wind across the entire campus, and suddenly, Room 302 was once again surrounded by people. Before this, it was because Ron had been 'cared for' by Shaya, and it could be said that for Shaya's sake, he had barely become the big boss.

When Ron opened the door to room 302, he was shocked by the number of heads inside. The entire room was filled with people, and everyone had smiles on their faces.

They lined up in two neat rows and called out.

"Welcome, Boss Ron …"

"Of course, Ron!" Fatty Kydd smiled as he approached, patting Ron on the shoulder. "From today onwards, you'll be our boss. Not only the boss of room 302, but also a bunch of freshmen boss like us …"

"Ugh!" The new boss? " Ron froze, then said with a wry smile, "Well. "Err, Second and Fifth Bro, don't play with me like that …"

Ron was very clear-headed. There were plenty of talents amongst the freshmen, as well as a few seniors. Why was it his turn? Besides, his duty to come to Baroque Academy was to cultivate in peace, and then learn some knowledge along the way.

Fatty widened his eyes. "What game?" "We are serious..."

Then he shouted behind him, "Come come come... Everyone shouted once again, "One …" Two... "Three …"

"Boss Ron!"

Everyone shouted in unison and bowed deeply at the same time.

Ron was speechless, he quietly pulled the seventh placed Brother Two to the side and whispered, "Uh, Brother Two, Brother Seven, I can't not be the boss …"

"What!?" You're not satisfied with having a big boss to work with? " The fatty rolled his eyes, "Being the boss is really impressive. Think about it, no matter what you do, there will be people sending money in every breath. If you want money, you will send them; if you want jobs, you will send people to copy them; if you want to fight, you can just get a bunch of people out. The most important thing is to be the boss in the academy.

"Uh, it's not that I'm not satisfied, but what's the boss up to? I don't know how to work … …" Ron asked, sweating.

"Hehe!" The fatty smiled evilly, "It doesn't matter if you don't know how to do this, I can help you with it, like developing a subordinate. Hehe, pulling others is my strength. As the boss, you only have to do one thing …"

"What is it?"

"Actually, it's nothing!" The fat guy snickered as he whispered into his ear, "It's just that sometimes, when you fight, you will inevitably encounter some troublesome ideas. When that time comes, just make your move, Ron, like Hyfis or something …"

Ron was stunned. "Uh, what?"

At this moment, Fatty suddenly grabbed Ron's hand and shouted, "Now that Ron has finally agreed to be our boss, everyone, please give him a round of applause …"

"Pah …" Pow … "Pah …"

All the freshmen began to clap as they spoke.

"Good luck, Boss Ron!"

"Welcome, Boss Ron!"

"Fighting one against a hundred!" "F * ck you, so there's someone here …"

He was led by the fat man to a table in the hall, where he looked down upon the new students, who, Ron noticed, had a feverish expression on their faces.

Fatty stood on the table and said arrogantly, "Today, our gang is finally established, uh …" This... By the way, what's the name of our gang? " He turned to Ron.

Rönn shook his head. His mind was still dizzy and he still hadn't woken up yet.

The Boss didn't say anything, but the only thing he could do was to act as the assistant. He muttered to himself for a moment, then suddenly smacked his head, "I've got it. Our boss is a Necromancer. What would happen if we call him Skeleton?"

"Good!" "Alright …"

The freshmen below chimed in.

Ron pondered for a moment, "Skeleton Society, that's a good name!"

"Alright, Boss Ron agrees!" "From today onwards, our gang will call the Skeleton Society …"

Fatty was blushing. He had already sunk into his own perfect performance. His fat body was shaking non-stop. "Today is a great day for the establishment of our Skeleton Association. We would like to invite Boss Ron to speak for us …"

The freshmen clapped loudly.

It was a rare occurrence for Ron to be in such a situation, and he couldn't help but feel nervous. He couldn't help but pull at the corner of Fatty's shirt. "This …" I don't know how to do that! I don't even know what to say. "

"I don't know how to tell you. It doesn't matter!" Fatty blinked his left eye and made an 'ok' gesture.

He stretched out a finger, "Because Fatty, I, am not as strong as him. Boss Ron was able to fight one against one hundred in the long corridor, injuring more than one person, while he himself is unharmed. Such strength, everyone can see it …"

Fatty was talking nonstop on the table. He had to admit that he really did have talent in languages and speech skills. As expected of someone from a merchant family, he had successfully stirred up the atmosphere in room 302.

At that moment, the door to room 302 was pushed open and a beautiful figure walked out. She was dressed in a military uniform and stood in front of everyone.

She wore a flying crest, leather boots, and a woman's armor. In one hand, she held an arrow quiver, while in the other, she held a longbow. It was a standard set of battle equipment.

The entire dormitory quieted down, and Ron opened his mouth wide. "Aurora …"

It was Aurora. Her face was expressionless, and it was hard to tell if she was happy or angry. She glanced at Ron and said, "Ron, come out with me!"

Ron froze, then stuttered, "What. What is it? "

"Test your strength!" With that, Aurora pushed through the crowd in front of her, opened the door, and walked out.

After a moment of silence, dorm 302 cheered again.

"Alright, alright, there's going to be another good show to watch!"

"Boss Ron is about to show his strength!"

"Can we win? "Aurora has the title of Arrow God …"

The freshmen began to discuss with each other.

Ron and the fat man looked at each other, and Ron asked, "Second and fifth brother, should I go?"

"Go, why not?" The fat guy pushed Ron aside and laughed, "This is a great chance for you to show your strength in front of your subordinates. Besides, can you not go? I dare to say that Aurora will never let you go … "

Ron was escorted by a group of friends to the small square behind the dormitory, where Aurora was already waiting, her face still a mask of indifference, as if she didn't know Ron at all.