Cataclysmic Transformation

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In the face of the hot eyes cast by everyone around him, Ron hesitated. To tell the secret, he must tell the existence of Grandma Khomelin. He knew that now these grandpa Khomelin must have heard it, but did not mean to stop it. It seems that he wanted to let him decide the matter.

Ron thought for a while, and finally made up his mind and shook his head, "I'm sorry, I can't say ..."

As soon as this word came out, there was a trace of disappointment on the faces of the people. The most disappointed was Vivienne. What Ron said was very valuable for the study of undead magic.

"Bold! In front of Master Platz, there is no room for you to hide ..." At this time, the old woman tutor who had always been against Ron stood up and said angrily, "Boy, it is best to put your Say what you know, otherwise ... "

The old woman's face was shaking, her face full of threats.

"I'm sorry, I can't say it!" Ron repeated this sentence again. The difference was that this time his eyes were very firm, and he looked at the old woman, and he couldn't let it go.

"You ..." The old woman's mouth was crooked. She didn't expect Ron to dare to hit her. The old woman felt that her mentor's dignity was being challenged. She immediately pulled out her magic wand from the space bag in her waist. I don't know the thick boy.

"Stop it!" At this time, Platt's voice came from his ear. The voice was not loud, but there was an undoubted taste.

The old woman was shocked, and her heart was broken. The dean was sitting here. When it was her turn, she immediately changed her tone, "Sorry dean, I am so excited ..."

"You're not excited, but a little too much!" Platz's voice increased a little, obviously with a trace of dissatisfaction, "Everyone has his own secret, is it necessary to force him to say what our mentor should do?"

The old woman's face was deeply ashamed, "I'm sorry! Master Dean!"

After a small storm passed, Ron quietly breathed a sigh of relief knowing that Dean Platz did not mean to force him.

Platz's eyes fell on the table, where Ron's file was placed, and he reached for it.

Name: Ron

Sex: Male

Age: 15 years old

Occupation: Necromancer

...

Platts looked at him line by line. When his eyes fell to "Where did he come from?" He suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head, and asked incredulously, "Are you from the Holy Roman Empire?"

Ron nodded. "Yes!"

Platz was even more surprised. "Isn't the Holy Roman Empire prohibiting the cultivation of undead magic? If it is discovered by the Holy See, it will be executed directly ..."

Ron said quietly, "Yes, it was because I was pursued by the Holy See that I fled to the Roland Empire ..."

Platts looked at Ron, "In order to practice the magic of the undead, it seems that you have suffered a lot and you can escape from the hunt of the Holy See. It's not easy ..."

Ron took a deep breath and stared at Platts, "President Platz, the Roland Empire is known as the Kingdom of Freedom. I don't know how you will deal with me?"

During the speech, Ron's hand was secretly placed in the space bag, making a look of attacking at any time. As long as there was something wrong, he was going to desperately, but there were several division-level strongmen and master-level strongmen in the Dean's office. In addition, plus the dean of the sacred domain, even if Grande Homelin helped, there was no chance of winning, so he used words to run against Dean Platz. Is n’t the Roland Empire known as the Kingdom of Freedom? How can't you accommodate a necromancer?

Platz smiled slightly, he knew that the student ’s precautions had not been completely put down, he said with a smile, "Ron, you can rest assured that our Roland Empire is known as the Kingdom of Freedom. Naturally, we will not exclude the Necromancer like the Holy Roman Empire. You did not see it. Are you able to find Necromancers everywhere? Of course, these Necromancers are completely different from you. As for me, I do n’t have any stereotypes about Necromancers, whether it ’s ancient Necromancers or modern Necromancers. I would n’t agree to the cancellation of the Undead department, so you can rest assured ... "

Dean Platz's words dispelled Ron's doubts. He was relieved and his hands in the space bag were gently lowered.

"Master Dean Xie!" Vivienne gave a deep salute and said, the most joyful to hear Platz's speech was Vivienne. She asked the Dabs Associate about the withdrawal of the Undead Department. Many times, it has no effect, but now Platz speaks, who dares to object? This matter is really toned.

At this time, Dabus silenced and stood up and said to Platz, "Master Dean, I have to remind you that if our college continues to accept Ron, it may be an enemy of the Holy See ..."

Platts frowned. "What's the matter?"

Deputy Dean Dubbs paid a deep tribute, "Master Dean, since Ron was involved in the fight, I was deeply shocked by his strength. One person, singled out more than 100 professionals, and was still The Necromancer, called Waste, is impossible under normal circumstances. I feel that something is wrong, and specially sent people to the Holy Roman Empire to understand the situation ... "

"There is news from the Holy Roman Empire that the Holy See attached great importance to Ron at all costs. They even sent the Holy Power to hunt down Ron personally ..."

"Sanctuary strong?"

This sentence shocked everyone in the house, and sent the Holy Domain Powerful to hunt down a Necromancer, which shows that the Holy See attached importance to Ron, and that Ron could escape from the Holy Land Powerful is even more impressive.

But Ron himself knew that, if Charya ’s grandfather, the water-blue sword Saint Corbett, blocked the action of Light Commander Wharton, he might now become a dead bone.

Dabus sighed, "Just a few days ago, I received a privately signed letter asking us to give Ron to the Holy See. Wharton ... "

"Wharton? It's him?" Platts frowned, and he would not feel strange to the powerful sanctuary of humans on the Noah continent. Wharton had dealt with him more than once, only to see he snorted, " Will the hands of the Holy See be too long? I do n’t care if they prohibit undead magic in the Holy Roman Empire. I do n’t care about the matter of chasing and killing the Necromancer, but will it be my turn to take charge of the Roland Empire? "

"Yes!" Dabus sighed. "At the time, I decided to ignore it. After all, our Balovax College is also the leading college in the whole continent. Although the Holy See is strong, it will not scare us. At that time, the fighting did not happen yet. I was wondering that there were more Roland Empire Necromancers, but why did they attach so much importance to Ron, the Necromancer, now I know ... "

"... I personally feel that Ron, an ancient necromancer, has a very different meaning to the Holy See, so dean, I must remind you that keeping Ron is not a one-line matter, and may have to pay a price ..."

Platt's eyes narrowed and he was silent for a long time before saying, "What do you mean by plan?"

Dabus's voice sounded again @ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html, "... Master Dean, if you directly hand Ron to the Holy See, this will damage the dignity of our college and the dignity of the Roland Empire, As if we were afraid of them, so after careful consideration, I decided to take this fight incident and expel Ron from the academy. In this case, Ron ’s affairs have nothing to do with our academy, and can be justified in the face ... "

The calmness of the other tutors seemed to be as it should be. Only Vivian's face was pale, but it was also human. It was not good for the college to receive Ron, but it was of great significance to the Holy See. Enemy against the Holy See, Dabus made no mistake from the perspective of the academy.

Ron has understood now that the power and strength of the Holy See are too great. The college will expel itself. Perhaps the college is not afraid of the Holy See. No one will do the stupid thing of convicting the Holy See for a student.

He sighed a little in his heart. In the final analysis, the world still focuses on strength. If he is powerful enough to reach the realm of the sacred domain, let alone the college, it is too late to stutter, even if the necromancer?

"Adult Dean Platz, Deputy Dean Dabus, Tutor Vivienne, tutors ..." said Ron, bowing deeply to everyone, "This time is under your care , And student I have caused you trouble, sorry ... "

Ron stood up and glanced at everyone. The powerful mentors blushed and lowered their heads deeply.

"So, in order to avoid causing trouble to the college, so I decided to apply for withdrawal ..."

As soon as this remark came out, the whole office was as silent as death. Only the dean of Dabus and the mentors relaxed. The college fired the students. Although it was for the purpose of fighting, the discerning people knew at a glance that the Holy See As a result, many people will gossip, but now the students themselves propose to drop out, but things are much easier.

Dabus cast a grateful glance at Ron, which contained a trace of apology that was not easily noticeable, but Vivienne was anxious and looked at Ron desperately.

"Ron, our college did not do this well, but you can rest assured, we will compensate you, and hope to make you satisfied ..." Dabus said with apology.

"No more! Farewell!" Ron was in a state of confusion now, and he didn't want to say much. He took a deep breath, turned around, and strode out.

A step of silence in the dean's office, the crisp footsteps fell on everyone's heart, making people feel very heavy.

Ron's eyes were firm. No one was left here. There was a place to stay. There was no problem leaving the Balovax College or even the Roland Empire. Noah is so big that he can't worry about finding a place. Where, even if I went to practice in the deep mountain wild forest, under the guidance of Grandma Khomelin, would the effect be worse?

"stop!"

As Ron approached the door, a dull sound rang, Ron stopped walking, turned around, and asked quietly, "Dr. Platz, what else?"

Platts snorted, "Ron, what do you think of Balovax College? Come here if you want, just leave?"

Platts raised his head slowly, his mouth slightly tilted, with a hint of sly smile, "You can't leave the college in one step without getting the graduation certificate I signed in person ..."

Ron's eyes slammed into the boss, with incredible joy in his incredible eyes.