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Around 60 km east of Barovacs, there was a famous city. It was the imperial capital of the Roland Empire, Milan City.

Milan City is an ancient city with a long history. Even before it broke away from the Holy Empire, it was one of the top big cities, with well-developed transportation and convenient water transport. A man-made great fortune had surrounded the entire Milan City.

The residents of Milan City would more or less understand some of the earth-shaking events that had occurred in the history of the city. As a topic of conversation after meals and after meals, they bragged to the tourists about the countless' roads' standing on the bustling streets, waiting for customers and mercenaries to hire them.

Milan City, Roland Empire's Imperial Palace. After many renovations, the entire Imperial Palace looked like a brand-new place. The tall, domed buildings gave off a luxurious and noble feeling.

His beautiful daughter, the Princess Angel, was sitting behind him, smiling. She was massaging his back, which had been tired all day.

"Father, are you comfortable?" Angel pressed the button a few times and asked with a smile.

"Un, my good daughter is really filial! royal father is very comfortable … " It was not difficult for him to find a maid to massage him, but he could not disappoint his daughter's filial piety. Although his daughter's massage skills were obviously not as good as that of the big-breasted maid beside him.

Angel said happily, "Really? royal father, I have learnt this for a long time, my fingers are sore … "

"Hehe …" Nicolay smiled and opened his eyes, "Why are you in the mood to accompany your father today? I'm sure you have something you need my father to do, right?"

If she knew her daughter well, wouldn't Angel know what Nikolai was thinking? If it wasn't for something, Angel wouldn't be so active.

"Where?" royal father, you think too much! You usually work so hard, can't a daughter come and accompany you? " Angel protested.

Nicholas smiled in disbelief. He usually doted on his daughter even more than his son, and it could be said that he spoiled her to the point of no return, because she was the one who looked the most like Queen Roran.

Angel rolled her eyes and giggled, "Actually, it's not really anything, it's just... is it possible to arrange for Master Sophron to protect me? "

Nicolay's brow creased slightly, "Master Sophron?" To the academy? "

"Yeah!"

"Why?" Nikolai was not stupid, and this matter was not only big, but also big. Of course, he had to get to the bottom of this.

When Angel heard that, she immediately said angrily, "Father, you don't know, I was bullied at school …"

"You were bullied?" It was as if Nicolay had heard of the most inconceivable thing in the world. Angel was a little unruly and sly, making others not knowing whether to laugh or to cry. Many nobles and ministers who were attacked by her ran over to him and cried, how could such a person be bullied? It was as if the sun had risen from the west.

"Yes!" royal father, you have to help me vent my anger, that guy … That fellow … This is too hateful! " Angel shook Nicolay's arm, "Royal father, please help me. Let Master Sophron teach him a lesson and let him know how powerful he is …" Angel said fiercely.

"Who is it? You actually have the guts to bully my daughter? " Nikolai pinched Angel's small nose and said.

"It's a classmate..." "Hmph, that's a very despicable person. Ai, let's not talk about him anymore …" Then Angel shook Nikolai's arm again, "Father, just help me …" "Alright..."

Angel tried her best. As far as she was concerned, as long as she used this move, Nicolay would most likely surrender.

"Alright... "Fine!" Nikolai was too bothered by her and in the end had to nod in agreement.

Angel was overjoyed. "Many thanks, Imperial Father. Imperial Father treats Angel the best. I knew that Imperial Father wouldn't watch Angel get bullied by other students!"

She had never been at a disadvantage when it came to disputes with her classmates. Whether it was in terms of fighting intelligence, strength, or background, she had never lost to anyone.

No matter who it is, they will definitely pay the price for bullying my daughter. Hmph, don't these people know that Angel is my daughter? Nikolai thought, his character is rather protective.

However, thinking of how he had sent a grandmaster like Sophocles to Balovacs Academy to protect his daughter, he was still a little worried. Barovacs Academy wasn't an ordinary existence.

He thought about it for a moment, then said, "However, Angel, it's fine for me to send Master Sophon to the academy to protect you, but three conditions must be complied with …"

Angel laughed, "Imperial Father, if you have any conditions, forget about three, even if there were thirty of them, I would still agree to it!"

"Number one, Master Sophomore went to Baroque Academy just to protect you. He won't help you bully others, so don't let him do these things either."

"The second rule is that no one is allowed to kill, and no one is allowed to hurt you severely. If you meet someone who dares to bully you, you can just teach him a lesson..."

"The third. Before this, I have to inform Vice Dean d'Abbs. Only with his consent can we …"

The three articles mentioned by Nicolay were all aimed at Angel. He was afraid of making the matter bigger, so he decided to end it there and then.

Angel curled her lips in disapproval. This was no good, no good, what was the point, she had sent Master Sophron to teach Ron a lesson, and if he was bound by so many rules, she might as well not go.

Although Angel had ignored Nikolay's words, she agreed to his three conditions. As long as he promised Master Sophron to protect her at the Institute, then she would be able to achieve her goal.

When Angel saw that her father had agreed, she secretly rejoiced in her heart. Even the massage was no longer effective. After a while, she found an excuse to leave.

When they arrived at the corridor outside the palace, Angel let out a long breath and finally smiled. "Damn Ron, smelly Ron, when the time comes I'll let you …"

… ….

The streets were bustling as usual. The two academies fighting on the streets, under the pressure of the two Saint-level combatants, had already died down.

This conflict ended with Barovex Academy's complete victory. Although Platz had lost a bit of Xiang Long Academy's repair fee, he had still earned some face, so the Gold Wyvern Knight, Montego, had no choice but to vent his anger on those Dragon Knights, which caused them to lose their lives. He also vowed that he must get back at them and wash away the shame of Xiang Long Academy.

Late at night, a person walked out of Baroque Academy and crossed a long street. He walked into a small alley, and lightly knocked on the door of a humble house.

"Is that Merklin?" "Come in!" A voice came from inside the door, gesturing for him to come in.

The one who walked out of the academy was Mo Klin. He had received a summons from the Holy Church to come to this ordinary house in Baroque City.

Mecklin opened the door of his own accord and entered. In the dim light, he saw a familiar figure.

His heart suddenly shook, and he respectfully bowed, saying, "Lord Diallo!"

As Wharton had been secretly summoned by the Holy Church, Wharton put down his work and returned to Mount Hyjal, disregarding everything else. At the same time, not willing to accept the failure of the mission, he had sent Diallo here to help him solve the problem.

Diallo had brought quite a few people this time, dozens of them. Some of them were master level experts, and they were there to eliminate Ron. In order to eliminate Ron, even the Saint-level expert Wharton had been dispatched.

Diallo, under the cover of his mercenary group, had been in Baroque City for a few days. Unfortunately, he didn't have a choice, so he had no choice but to find Moklin and get to know what was going on.

"Holy Son, you may be the Holy Son, but you still have to obey my commands. Do you have any questions?"

"No!" "We'll listen to whatever Lord Diallo says!" He knew that Diallo was one of Lord Wharton's trusted aides, and listening to him was equivalent to listening to Lord Wharton. In addition, he had just arrived at the Holy Church, so he didn't have much of a foundation and thus had no choice but to work with Diallo.

"Very good!" He said, "Before leaving, Lord Wharton had instructed that we must kill him. He is a heretic, and we have no choice in this mission. We have to complete it!"

He nodded.

"Now, you should talk about Ron's situation, including his strength and his position in Barovacs Academy. This is very important!" Diallo said.

Macklin did not dare hide it, and forgot to tell him about Ron.

Hearing this, Diallo's face turned extremely ugly. "Are you saying that everyone knows that you're the Holy Son of the Holy Church, and that you're the champion of Baroque Academy?"

He nodded.

Diallo jumped up in anger and shouted, "You pig, you know you have to go in there to kill someone, yet you still dare to reveal your identity? Do you know how many people Ron killed from the Holy Church? Do you know how many times he escaped from us? "Now that I know that you are from the Holy Church, I've long suspected you. Why are you still trying to assassinate me …"

Merklin, who had been insulted by him, said bitterly, "I... I don't know. I originally wanted to use my identity as the Holy Church to negotiate with Barovax Academy, so it wouldn't take much effort to get a single Necromancer, but … "But then my identity will be revealed …"

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