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Chapter 812 Is it swollen to become an imperial male god? 6
"Dissatisfied?"

Oliwen glanced at these students, and the strength contained in it made them shut up.

He said coldly: "Did Marshal Keller say what methods are prohibited?"

The students shook their heads.

"That's it."

Oliwen's cold voice echoed throughout the square: "I got the identity card with my own ability. No matter how dissatisfied you are, hold back!"

"..."

"By the way, let me introduce myself. I, Olivan Rost, will be the honorary chief mentor of your freshmen."

Seeing the brightened eyes of the students, Oliwen smiled secretly, but said lightly on his face: "In the future, I will make training plans for you from time to time. Do you have any questions?"

"No!" replied in unison.

The faces of the students flushed with excitement.

That's Marshal Rost!
Blade of the Empire, a legend among legends!
Being able to get his guidance is simply a dream-like luck.

"So, that's it for today."

……

Ares returned to his dormitory and went to the bathroom immediately.

He was born to love cleanliness, so of course he would not wrong himself if he had the conditions.

only--

Ares, who came out wearing a bathrobe, suddenly stiffened when he saw the figure sitting in the living room.

If it wasn't Marshal Rost who had just met once, who was it?

"Good evening, Ares." Olivan smiled slowly.

If this smile was seen by his colleagues, they would probably be taken aback.

God knows that Marshal Oliwen is called a ten-thousand-year iceberg, and it will melt sometimes?
Ares frowned instinctively: "Your Excellency, Marshal, this is my private domain."

Even if the person in front of him can bring him unusual throbbing, Ares is still not happy that his territory has been violated.

"Oh." Olivan said with a normal face, "Maybe you haven't heard the news—"

He stood up and approached the man whose hair was still dripping: "From now on, for the next six years, I will be your...roommate at the First Military Academy."

Ares: "!!!"

It was rare to see her blank look, and His Excellency the Marshal was satisfied.

Suppressing the idea of ​​recording this scene with his personal terminal, he looked at the towel in Ares' hand: "Maybe, you can dry your hair first?"

Ares turned and entered his room expressionlessly.

When he came out again, he had already put on a neat uniform, and his hair was dry and smooth again.

"This is the academy's arrangement." This was the reply given to him by his robot butler just now.

"Are you here? Just in time, the dinner has just been delivered." Olivan sat in front of the dining table and greeted him very naturally.

Ares: "..." It is really hard to imagine that the person in front of him is actually the Marshal who is rumored to be very difficult to get close to.

You know, the Rost family also used many methods to approach the marshal, but all failed.

He paused for a moment, then naturally walked across to Olivan and sat down.

Whether it is the status of the marshal or the status of the roommate, there seems to be no reason to refuse.

When he got closer, Ares was surprised to find that these were his favorite dishes.

He glanced at Oliwen with some doubts, and it was hard to convince himself that these were all coincidences.

Olivan gave him a bowl of soup with a smile.

Ares: "..." I always feel that this bowl of soup is extremely heavy.

Could it be that the person in front of him is a fake marshal?
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Continue to cultivate immortals.

(End of this chapter)