Cataclysmic Transformation

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"Come with me!" Ron paid the money and Vivienne said to him readily.

Ron followed Vivian into the school gate, and came to an open space like a courtyard. Looking around, there were hardworking students. Many people were holding books while walking and reading. The student is demonstrating magic. Not far from him, an archer is struggling to maintain an archery posture, watching him sweat and rain, not knowing how long he has practiced. [Search for the latest updates at

"It's amazing! This is the real campus!" Ron's heart was full of excitement. He came to this place countless times in his dream, fantasizing that he would set foot on the campus one day. The identity of the magician, now his dream has finally come true, but it is a bit different from the dream. He entered the campus as a necromancer.

But what surprised Ron was that the students who passed Vivien not only showed no respect for the tutor, but also showed contempt for the tutor. What's more strange is that Vivienne seemed to be accustomed to it, and even frowned .

Vivienne walked and talked to Ron with no one else, and she could see that she was in a good mood. "Ron, from now on, I will be your mentor, and you will also become the first freshman of the Undead Department. When you see a senior male student, you are called a senior, and a senior female student is called a sister, you know? "

"Well, I know!" Ron nodded with a smile. He liked the tutor no more than a few years older than him. He felt like a big sister next door, approachable and affable.

At this time, a majestic voice reached Ron's ear.

"Vivienne, your enrollment is over so soon? Hmm? Who is behind you?"

Ron turned his head and saw a wretched old man with a white beard coming face to face, followed by a white young man, wearing a white magic robe, looking very spiritual, his face seemed to be smiling, but it seemed not , It feels fake.

"Uh ... oh ... it's Dean Dabus!" Vivian hurriedly saluted, and said with a nervous expression, "My enrollment is over. He is a freshman in our undead department. His name is Ron. ... "

Dubbs is only the deputy dean, but the dean of the dean is a dragon, but he has long been in charge of everything in the college. Over time, those students and mentors are accustomed to calling him the dean.

Dabus was taken aback, "What? Undead Department? When did the Undead Department also recruit new students? Vivienne, don't you just pull alone to make up the number?"

Vivienne's face was "sor--" The ground was red, she was a little embarrassed, and Nono said, "No ... no ... when I was going to go back, he suddenly came to sign up ..."

"That's it!" Dabus looked Ron up and down and nodded.

"Ron, please salute Dean Dabus!" Said Vivian.

Ron offered a salute and said in his mouth, "Good dean, dean!"

"Not bad!" Dabus looked at Ron's eyes with a satisfied expression, but then he gave Vivienne a meaningful look and said, "Teach me!"

"Yes! Dean!" Said Vivienne anxiously.

At this time, the white man next to him plugged in and said with a smile, "Hehe, Vivienne, congratulations! Three years later, I finally received a student. This is a good thing. When are we? A mentor went out for a drink and celebrate! "

Vivian ’s face turned white with a “sor—”, this guy obviously celebrated, and actually put her face in public, she was used to it, but now it is in front of her students, Make her not come to Taiwan.

"Severy, what do you say?" Dabus could not hear the personal attacks contained in those words, and his face was unpleasant. As the deputy dean, he had a bowl of water, although that Students are optional, but some words cannot be said in public.

Severy didn't seem to hear it, "Vivienne, you have to teach your students carefully, you know, the Department of Undead is only one year old, I think you know it, next year. If you want to cancel the undead department, the time is very tight. If you do n’t teach well in the last year, Debs will be very angry! "

Dabus frowned, "Severy, enough! There are students ..."

Severy smiled, flashed to the side like nothing else, and no longer answered. He had finished speaking. Vivienne had already shivered with anger, and his purpose had been achieved.

Dabus sighed, "Vivian, we as a tutor, even if there is only one student, we must teach seriously, this is the responsibility of a tutor, although the undead department is weaker than other departments. , But this situation cannot be said to be your fault. Do n’t think too much, just try to bring the students well! ”

"Yes! Dean Dabus!" Vivienne bit her lip and lowered her head.

Dabus gently touched Ron's head, "Since it's here, learn it! Do you know?"

Ron nodded and looked at the Severy with an angry look in his eyes.

Severy pretended not to see it, and his narrow-minded man already smiled in his heart, "I don't know any good little rabbits, I kindly remind you to treat me with this attitude? One day you will know how powerful I am! "

Severy is a senior magister, only one step away to advance to the level of a great magister, powerful, high position in the school, coupled with its sunny and handsome appearance, I do not know how many ignorant little girls have attracted Sending hugs, there have been many romantic affairs over the years, and finally the family behind him settled him.

Vivienne walked in front of her without saying a word, her black hair spread out, covering her face, making her face unclear, and Ron followed her step by step.

After a while, Vivian stopped suddenly.

Ron also stopped and asked with concern, "Ms. Vivian, what's wrong with you?"

Vivienne sighed and said slowly, "The Severy mentor just pursued me repeatedly, but I know he is a famous **** in the college. , So I refused ... "

Vivienne seemed to be talking to herself. She turned her head slowly, and Ron saw a sad look on her face, "He was so angry and angry with me, so he just said it. The speech just now ... "

Suddenly Ron thought, he nodded, "Teacher Vivian, I understand, I won't be affected by his words ..."

Vivienne smiled sadly, "Although he said a lot of bullshit, but one thing was right, next year ... the college has decided ... to withdraw the undead department ..."

"Ah-" Ron exclaimed in silence, "How could this be!"

Vivienne shook her head and said self-deprecatingly, "I have been a tutor for three years and only recruited you as a student this year. The disappointment of the college is understandable ..."

"In other words, Ron, you have only been studying at Balovax College for one year. One year @ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html I do n’t think you will learn anything, like this ... Luo Well, I will give you a choice. If you are willing to drop out, I can refund your tuition ... "

After Vivienne finished speaking, she looked at Ron quietly to see how he chose. Anyway, she also broke the jar. If Ron learned to quit school for several months, she would be even more embarrassed.

Ron lowered his head and thought to himself, "Undead magic, Grandpa Khomelin can teach me, as for other knowledge, in a year, I should have learned almost ..."

He raised his head and looked at Vivienne seriously and said, "Vivienne mentor, I chose to stay ..."

There was a trace of surprise on Vivienne's face, "Really? Ron, you still decided to stay? Even if only one year ..."

"Of course!" Ron smiled, reaching for his nose and wiping his nose. "Where can you learn undead magic except for the whole continent?"

"But ... the undead magic is not so powerful ... compared to other departments!" Vivian said, rubbing her hands nervously, "Ron, don't you really regret it?"

"No regrets!"

"Really?"

"Um! Really!"

"Then let's pull the hook and speak for a hundred years, no change!"

Vivienne showed a rare immature side, she was quite young, only twenty-three years old, and occasionally showed a childish look.

"Look ... a hundred years ... no change ..." Ron held out his fingers and held her.

"Okay!" Vivian smiled and took out a filled-in form. "You go back to the dormitory first, holding this form, the dormitory administrator over there will arrange your accommodation according to your age and occupation. Place! "

"Oh!" Ron took the form in Vivienne's hands and scratched his head. The form was written with his basic information, name, gender, age, etc., as well as occupation, and the bright red seal had been stamped on it.

"I'm gone. If you have anything to do, find me in the instructor's dormitory!" Vivienne put aside the sentence, turned around and left, Ron took the form and walked according to Vivienne's instructions.

...

"I'm back!" Vivienne returned to the mentor's dormitory, which is the residence arranged by Balovax College for professional instructors, but Vivienne lived in a relatively simple place compared to other faculty instructors.

"Oh, my Vivienne is back!" A gray-haired old man greeted him inside, holding a soup bowl in his hand, exuding a hint of heat.

He looks like Vivienne's grandfather, but in fact her father.

Vivian ’s father, Jarod, is also a necromancer. He has been engaged in the study of undead magic for decades. He is one of the people who has always believed in the existence of ancient undead magic. Since his childhood, Vivienne has also embarked on the cultivation of undead. The road of magic, since his father retired due to physical reasons, he took the post of mentor of the undead department.

"Vivienne, is today's enrollment going well?" Jarod asked with a smile. He just started talking and found himself asking a nonsense. He couldn't help but slap his mouth. What's going on? The undead department cannot recruit people at all!

Looking at Vivienne, Jarod felt some regrets. The child had a strong interest in the magic of the undead. Since the two fathers and daughters almost quarreled, Jarod thought that if he insisted on it then, Wei Vivian may change her mind. Even a thief is better than a useless Necromancer.

"Very smooth!" Vivian had a rare smile on her face, "Father, tell you good news, I recruited a student today?"

"What?" Jarod shook his hand, and the bowl he held fell to the ground, falling to pieces.