Facing the fiery gazes from everyone around him, Ron hesitated. To reveal this secret, he had to reveal the existence of Grandpa Homelin. He knew that Grandpa Homelin must have heard these words now, but he didn't intend to stop him. It seems that he wants to leave the decision-making power in this matter to him.
Ron thought for a while, finally made up his mind, shook his head and said, "Sorry, I can't say..."
As soon as these words came out, there was a trace of disappointment on the faces of everyone, and the most disappointed one was Vivienne. What Ron said was extremely valuable to the study of undead magic.
"Bold! In front of Dean Platts, there is no room for you to hide..." At this time, the old female mentor who had been against Ron stood up and said angrily, "Boy, it is best to tell you what you know something to say, or else…”
The old woman's face trembled, and her face was 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 without giving an inch.
"You..." The old woman's mouth was twisted with anger. Unexpectedly, Ron dared to contradict her. The old woman felt that her mentor's dignity had been provoked, and immediately took out the magic wand from the space bag in her waist, and she was about to teach this unknown person a lesson. A bratty boy.
"Stop!" At this moment, Platz's voice came from next to his ears. The voice was not loud, but there was an undeniable taste.
The old woman was startled, and her heart was broken. The dean was sitting here. When it was her turn to decide, she immediately changed her tone, "I'm sorry, Mr. dean, I'm so excited..."
"You're not excited, but a bit over the top!" Platz's voice raised a bit, with a hint of dissatisfaction evident, "Everyone has their own secrets, is it something our mentors should do to force him to tell them?"
The old woman showed deep embarrassment, "I'm sorry! Dean!"
A small turmoil passed like this, and Ron was quietly relieved knowing that Dean Platts had no intention of persecuting 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
…
Platz looked at the past line by line. When his eyes fell on "Where are you from?", he suddenly opened his eyes wide, raised his head, and asked in disbelief, "Are you from the Holy Roman Empire?"
Ron nodded, "Yes!"
Platz was even more surprised, "Isn't the Holy Roman Empire prohibiting the practice of undead magic? If it is discovered by the Holy See, it will be directly executed..."
Ron said calmly, "Yes, I fled to the Roland Empire precisely because I was hunted down by the Holy See..."
Platts looked at Ron, "It seems that you have suffered a lot in order to practice undead magic. It is not easy to escape from the pursuit of the Holy See..."
Ron took a deep breath and looked at Platts with full eyes. "Dean Platts, the Roland Empire is known as the Kingdom of Freedom. I don't know how you will deal with me?"
While speaking, Ron secretly put his hand in the space pocket, making an appearance of attacking at any time. As long as something goes wrong, he plans to go all out, but there are several division-level strongmen and master-level strongmen in the dean's office. In addition, Dean, a strong man in the sanctuary, has no chance of winning even if Grandpa Homelin helps, so he used words to run against Dean Platz. Isn't the Roland Empire known as the Kingdom of Freedom? Why can't the necromancer be tolerated
Platz smiled slightly. He knew that the student's vigilance had not been completely let go. He said with a smile, "Ron, don't worry, our Roland Empire is known as the Kingdom of Freedom, and naturally it will not reject necromancers like the Holy Roman Empire. Haven't you seen that?" You can find necromancers everywhere in the streets and alleys. Of course, these necromancers are completely different from you. As for myself, I don’t have any prejudice against necromancers, whether it is ancient necromancer magic or modern necromancer magic. In addition, someone mentioned I will not agree to cancel the undead system, so you can rest assured... "
Dean Platts' words dispelled Ron's doubts, he breathed a sigh of relief, and gently let go of his hand in the space bag.
"Thank you, Mr. Dean!" Vivienne bowed deeply and said, the one who was happiest to hear Platz's words was Vivienne, and she approached Vice President Dabs about the abolition of the undead system. It has been repeated many times, but it has no effect, but now that Platts speaks, who dares to object? This thing really set the tone.
At this time, Dabs was silent for a moment, stood up and said to Platts, "My lord, I have to remind you that if our college continues to take Ron in, it may become an enemy of the Holy See..."
Platz frowned, "What's going on?"
Deputy Dean Dabs gave a deep salute, "Master Dean, ever since Ron got involved in the fight, I was deeply shocked by his strength. He singled out more than a hundred professionals by himself, and he was still defeated. The necromancer called trash is impossible under normal circumstances. I feel that something is wrong, so I specially sent someone to the Holy Roman Empire to find out the situation... "
"There is news from the Holy Roman Empire that the Holy See attaches great importance to Ron almost at all costs. They even sent strong men from the holy domain to hunt down Ron in person..."
"Sanctuary powerhouse?"
This sentence shocked everyone in the room. Sending a strong man in the sanctuary to hunt down a necromancer shows how much the Holy See attaches importance to Ron, and it is even more impressive that Ron can escape from the strong man in the sanctuary.
But Ron himself knew that if Shaar's grandfather Corbitt, the aqua blue sword master, hadn't stopped the actions of Commander Wharton of Light, he would probably be a dead bone now.
Dabs sighed, "Just a few days ago, I received a privately signed letter requesting that we hand over Ron to the Holy See, and the signature was the Lord of the Holy See's Temple of Devotion, Commander of Light. Wharton..."
"Wharton? It's him?" Platz frowned. He was no stranger to the strong man in the human sanctuary of Noah's Continent. Wharton had dealt with him more than once, and he snorted coldly and said, " Will the hands of the Holy See be stretched too far? I don't care if they ban undead magic in the Holy Roman Empire, I don't care about hunting down necromancers, but is it his turn to take care of the affairs of my Roland Empire?"
"Yes!" Dabs sighed, "I decided to ignore it at the time. After all, our Balovacian College is also the leading college in the whole continent. Although the Holy See is powerful, it will not scare us. At that time, the fight hadn't happened yet, and I was just wondering why there were too many necromancers in the Roland Empire, but why they only paid so much attention to Ron, the necromancer, now I know... "
"...I personally feel that Ron, an ancient necromancer, is of extraordinary significance to the Holy See, so Mr. Dean, I must remind you that taking Ron in is not a matter of saying a word, and you may have to pay a price..."
Platz's eyes were fixed, he was silent, and he said after a long time, "What do you mean?"
Dabs' voice sounded again, "...Master Dean, if Ron is directly handed over to the Holy See, it will damage the dignity of our academy and the Roland Empire, as if we were afraid of them, so I passed by After careful consideration, I decided to take advantage of this fight to expel Ron from the academy. In this way, Ron's affairs will have nothing to do with our academy, and it can be justified... "
The faces of the other instructors were calm, as if they felt that they should. Only Vivienne was pale, but it was only natural. Taking Ron in would not do much good for the college, but it meant a lot to the Holy See. Taking him in was equivalent to From the perspective of the academy, Dabs is not wrong to say that he is an enemy of the Holy See.
Ron understands now that the power and strength of the Holy See is too great, and the college wants to expel itself. Maybe the college is not afraid of the Holy See, and no one will do the stupid thing of offending the Holy See for a student.
He sighed slightly in his heart, after all, this world still pays attention to strength. If he is strong and has reached the realm of a strong man in the sanctuary, let alone take him in, it's too late to curry favor with him. So what if he is a necromancer
"Principal Platts, Vice President Dabs, Mentor Vivienne, all mentors..." Ron said, bowing deeply to everyone, "Thanks to your care during this time, But students, I have caused you trouble, I'm sorry..."
Ron straightened up and glanced at everyone. Those powerful mentors blushed and bowed their heads deeply.
"So, in order to avoid further troubles for the academy, I decided to apply for withdrawal..."
As soon as these words came out, the whole office was as silent as death. Only the vice president of Dabs and those mentors breathed a sigh of relief. There will be many people gossiping because of the factors, but now that the students themselves propose to drop out of school, things are much easier to handle.
Dabs cast a grateful look at Ron, and there was a hint of imperceptible apology in that look, but Vivienne was anxious and winked at Ron desperately.
"Ron, our academy didn't do well in this matter, but don't worry, we will compensate you, and I hope it will satisfy you..." Dabs said apologetically.
"No need! Farewell!" Ron was in a mess now, and he didn't want to say anything more. He took a deep breath, turned around, and strode out.
There was a dead silence in the dean's office, and the crisp footsteps fell on everyone's hearts, making people feel extremely heavy.
There was a firm look in Ron's eyes. There is no place for people to stay here, but there are places for people to stay. It is no problem to leave Barovacs College, or even leave the Roland Empire. The Noah Continent is so big, and there is no need to worry about finding a place to stay. Even if you go to practice in the deep mountains and wild forests, under the guidance of Grandpa Huo Meilin, will the effect be worse
"stop!"
When Ron was about to walk to the door, a dull voice sounded, Ron stopped, turned around, and asked calmly, "Dean Platts, what else is there?"
Platts snorted coldly, "Ron, what do you think of Balovaks College? Come and leave whenever you want?"
Platts slowly raised his head, his mouth slightly turned up, with a sly smile, "You can't leave the academy without getting a diploma signed by me personally..."
Ron's eyes widened suddenly, and there was intense joy in that unbelievable gaze.