Chapter 837

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 837

student council room.

Kwadangtangtang-!

Vice-president Sota Psyche grabbed the table and turned it over.

The conference table was tumbled to the floor and the objects on it as well as the chairs around it fell like dominoes.

“Heo Eok! Heo!”

Sota gasped and leaned her back nearby.

A strand of her bangs came down and touched his lips. As he let out a long breath his bangs swayed and covered the front of his eyes.

thud!

He couldn’t stand the anger that came flooding in again so he slammed his fist into the wall and got angry.

“What is this what is all this about! Huh?”

The 3rd year lost to the 2nd year.

It was also done unilaterally in front of everyone.

Sota himself watched the game from the spectators in a spirited state but he couldn’t raise his head in shame.

“I thought it would be a little easier now that Phantasus graduated but this time is that sister the problem?

While he was pulling his hair out the student council room door opened and someone came in.

“Did you start another round? Vice President.”

It was the secretary of the new student council Lucrezia in the third year.

He whistled whistle at the smashed desk and messy room.

“It’s a mess.”

“It’s this fucking nonsensical school that’s making a fuss!”

Sota let out an angry roar.

“This is treason! It’s a challenge! A challenge to our 3rd year’s authority! And why did Gomes that stupid bastard accept a duel from his sister Pantasus and escalate the situation like this?”

“It wasn’t Gomes who caused the situation.”

click.

The door opened and a female student walked in.

Her hair was braided like rice straw she wore red glasses and a golden badge hung from the collar of her school uniform.

New student council secretary. It was Aves Quintanar 7th overall in his junior year.

“It was you who raised the situation. Sota.”

“Abes...!”

Sota’s expression hardened with tension. Aves clicked her tongue as she looked at the smashed wooden table.

“You got sick of using Gomes to overdo it with curses and curses. A challenge to authority? Well that’s okay. Our sophomores are kind and obedient in their own way right? People with a sense of victimization like you are just suspicious.”

Mr. Ha.

Sota swears and sits down on the sofa.

“Fuck so are you going to hand over the student council to the 329th again? Huh?”

“I can’t do that so you and I must be together.”

Graduated as a member of the Keyzen Student Council. This career has a significant meaning in the life of a necromancer in the future. If I persevered just a little longer my future career would be completely different so I could never give up.

“Then did you come to nag?”

“I’m going to report it.”

Aves pushed up his glasses.

“Another similar incident happened just now. Chatel Maer of the 2nd Year Black Mechanics Department defeated our classmate Keville in an official duel.”

“...!”

“The method is the same. Kevin tried to control the 2nd years but Chatel an overachiever requested an official duel.”

click.

She took out the Memorial Orb from the subspace and placed it on the smashed table.

On the blurry surface of the crystal ball the referee could be seen declaring the start of the game.

and.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh-!

The match ended with a single punch from Chatel knocking Keville out of sight.

“Those assholes!”

bang! bang! bang!

Sota whose face was reddened kicked the smashed table over and over and said “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” He gave out an annoyed voice.

“There’s someone behind this 100%!”

Sota spread his arms wildly.

“He used the Aseraj incident to attack the student council! He expected me to use the third years to set the mood so he instigated Merida and Chatel! Two of those in one day? This is a premeditated event!”

His eyes grew red.

“I’ll find him somehow and kill him.”

Aves waved his hand.

“Retaliation is not important. After all this whole conflict ends when Balak beats Simon right? Just let it happen. Don’t disgrace the third year’s face any more.”

“Simon Pollentia student!”

“yes.”

Simon straightened his tie and stood up. Lorraine Eshu and Toto shouted fighting according to their individual characteristics. Simon stopped in front of the room following the assistant’s guidance.

‘Immigration to the world of the dwarves.’

Simon was a bit nervous because it was his first time going through immigration. Soon the assistant knocked on the door once and sent Simon inside.

‘ah.’

Two dwarves were sitting in their seats and the large room seemed to be full.

His appearance was as seen in a fairy tale book. A short thick body a thick beard and a rather rugged and stubborn impression to humans.

The fact that a real dwarf was in front of me made me realize.

‘that’s interesting.’

On the continent ‘dwarves’ are the most mysterious image among many different races.

A race of blacksmiths and artisans.

Because they live all their lives underground or in caves and rarely come to the surface it is difficult for ordinary people to see them even once in their lifetime.

It had a lot of great influence historically and most of the forces that the Dwarves sided with had a strong tendency to become victors in history. It was because they could receive powerful and excellent weapons.

Even now in the age of Necromancers Kizen places great importance on his relationship with the Dwarves.

“@&(-@?”

“@$%%&.”

Upon seeing Simon the two exchanged a few words in the dwarven language and invited Simon to sit down. Simon lightly bowed his head and sat up straight in his seat.

Soon a gruff voice came out of the dwarf’s mouth.

“Is your name Simon Pollentia?”

“yes.”

I simply asked for the name of the entry procedure but the nuance is unique. ‘Why is your name like that?’ It sounds like it but it was just a matter of accent.

“Are you from the Leshill estate of the Buldwin Kingdom?”

“Yes that’s right. Baldwin.”

The atmosphere was like an interrogation but a few simple questions followed. The dwarves also asked a few questions about the information in their profiles and then took something out of their arms.

It was a gold nugget that looked quite expensive before being processed.

He breathed heavily wiped the surface with a cloth to make a squeaking sound and set it on the table.

The dwarf on the other side unfolded something like a magic circle board and held it out in front of Simon.

“Give me your hand.”

“Yes? Oh yes.”

Simon put his hand on the plate with a puzzled look.

That moment.

“...!”

The whole area was covered with smoke like smoke. I heard a strange whisper in my ear.

Simon could only see one thing in this space.

‘Golden’ lying on the floor.

The gaze is fixed. Accidents blur. Cells throughout the body are focusing on gold. Gold is whispering.

take me

put me in your hands

It seems that only the golden and me are left in this world. My saliva drips and my arms tremble.

When Simon is at a loss for what to do with his rising greed.

Tup.

The dwarf on the right grabbed Simon’s hand and pulled it off. Only then did Simon come to his senses.

“Passed. You have a lofty spirit and a clean soul!”

Simon gasped and lowered his hand.

“Excuse me. There are a lot of thieves who covet riches among those who come to our city. Please understand.”

It seems that this was also the immigration process.

I guessed but couldn’t resist. Because I didn’t think about anything for a moment.

Soon after several more similar tests were conducted. The dwarves must have seemed quite satisfied and when Simon’s immigration was over he stood up and even asked for a handshake.

Soon Simon came out the door behind him.

Outside students who had completed immigration first were waiting. This is because the contents of the examination should not be disclosed to the students before the examination.

However a quarrel was brewing on one side.

“Why is that student saying no? The story is different!”

“There’s nothing we can do about it if we fall in the examination!”

The room opposite the room Simon passed through.

There the teaching assistants and two dwarves were talking with hard faces.

“We will never! We can’t let that mysterious unclean thing into our kingdom!”

He was pointing at White.

Something seemed wrong.

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