Ron carefully considered the language, "It's like this, Mr. Platts, I was born and raised in a small mountain village in the west of the Holy Roman Empire. I haven't seen much of the world, let alone know what the world looks like." , I didn’t lie to you on this point, my original intention of entering the Balovaks Academy was indeed to go to the library of the academy... "
Platts' face was tense and he didn't speak.
Ron paused, hesitated and said, "Of course, there is another purpose, which is to find out the truth about the disappearance of undead magic one hundred thousand years ago in the library..."
"Oh!" Platz smiled, "So did you find it?"
Ron shook his head, "The college's library is indeed rich in books, but I haven't found anything about undead magic!"
Platz said, "There are always some things that are kept secret in any library in the world, and here I am no exception..." He pointed to the sheepskin scroll on the table, "This is an ancient scroll, which records Some things about undead magic, I took it out for a moment out of curiosity, you can take a look, hehe, documents like this cannot be obtained through legitimate channels!"
Ron walked over quickly, reached out to pick up the sheepskin scroll, and looked at it carefully, not missing a single detail.
Judging from the surface of this scroll, this is indeed an ancient scroll, and it also records some things about undead magic, but to Ron's disappointment, there is no record of the reason for the disappearance of undead magic.
Platts said, "It's very strange. Undead magic was recorded in the documents of the ancient times, but after the end of the ancient times, the undead magic disappeared. There is no record anymore. From the first year of Noah, there is no trace of undead magic. Traces of undead magic, for example, Noah Continent is like a blank sheet of paper, which records many things, but this piece of blank paper just misses undead magic... "
Platts turned around sharply, stared at Ron and said, "It has been 100,000 years since the first year of Noah, and the undead magic has long since disappeared. I want to know, how can you learn the undead magic 100,000 years ago?" ?”
Ron silently put down the scroll in his hand, and slowly shook his head, "I'm sorry, Dean Platts, I can't say it!"
As if he had expected his attitude, Platz said with a smile, "If you don't tell me, I can guess it!"
He took a step forward slowly, and said with a half-smile, "In the final of the qualifying tournament, when you fought Merklin, what exploded afterwards wasn't your strength, right?"
Ron's body shook violently, and he turned to look at Platz with an expression of disbelief.
Platz smiled, "Don't look at me like that, I guessed it, the strength you showed at that time was comparable to a master-level powerhouse, and that aura was completely different from you before, so I can guess This is not your power, and in you, there should be a soul, this soul can control your body to fight, am I right... "
Platz had a poisonous eye, and he guessed right.
After listening to Ron, he fell silent in a rare way. The other party had guessed everything, so what else could he say? But what worried him was that he didn't know how to respond to Dean Platz's pressing.
At this time, Homelin's voice came from his mind, saying to him, "Ron, let me talk to him!"
"Ah—Grandpa Homelin, you..." Ron was a little surprised. Grandpa Homelin showed up on his own initiative, which is very rare.
Homelin smiled, "It's okay, I don't think he has any malicious intentions, it's better to talk about some things, maybe we can talk about cooperation..."
Ron nodded, "Okay!" He closed his eyes and surrendered control of his body.
At this time, Ron's eyes opened suddenly, and the eyes were full of light.
An extremely cold breath rushed towards his face, like the fear from the depths of hell, Platz was taken aback, and he was very vigilant, "Ron, you—"
At this time, "Ron" spoke slowly, but his words were replaced by an old voice, "As you wish, I'm coming out!"
"Ah—" Platts took a step back, looked Ron up and down, with a hint of consternation in his eyes, "Sanctuary strong?"
"Sanctuary powerhouse!" Huo Meilin smiled, "It's been a long time since anyone called me that. Yes, I'm the holy magister of the undead, and I'm also a sanctuary powerhouse. My name is Huo Meilin. What should I call you? Latz fire magician?"
"Just call me Platts!" Facing the figure from 100,000 years ago suddenly, Platz's eyes showed a trace of respect, "Your Excellency should come from the ancient times 100,000 years ago, maybe I should call you Senior !"
Homelin nodded and sighed, "It's been a hundred thousand years before I know it..."
Platts asked boldly, "Dare to ask how strong the senior is?"
Homelin smiled, "It's not that good, it's just a little better than you!"
"Peak of the Sanctuary?" Platts was surprised. He was only a high-level Sanctuary, and he was considered a strong one in the entire Noah Continent. There were not many peaks of the Sanctuary in the entire Noah Continent.
Homelin smiled and said, "Platz, you don't need to test me. Since I dare to show up, I am naturally not afraid of what tricks you will play. Although Ron's body restricts my strength, I can get out of your hands Retreat, it can still be done..."
Platts bowed slightly, "Senior's words are serious, how dare this junior be disrespectful to senior!"
Homelin got up and paced a few steps, as if he was thinking about something. After a long time, he turned around and smiled at Platz, "Platz, maybe we can make a deal..."
"Deal?" Platz's eyes widened.
Homelin smiled and dropped a bomb that was enough to shock Platz, "With Ron's current cultivation progress, I can guarantee that he will be able to set foot in the sanctuary before he is fifty..."
Stepping into the sanctuary before the age of fifty, Platz's eyelids twitched and asked, "So what?"
"As long as Ron sets foot in the sanctuary, he can resurrect me at that time. In this case, we will be two strong sanctuary..."
Homelin said slowly.
Platz listened quietly, his eyes lit up when he heard the two sanctuary experts.
Homelin glanced at Platts and said, "If Your Excellency can grant Ron asylum, it means we owe you a promise..."
Platz's brows gradually relaxed. This is the promise of two sanctuary powerhouses, and one of them is the peak of the sanctuary. This kind of favor is not insignificant.
In other words, he can let the two sanctuary powerhouses do anything, as long as the other party can do it.
In the Noah Continent, the strong man in the sanctuary is as good as his promise. Since the other party said it, Platz is not afraid that he will not be able to do it. As for fifty years, for the strong man in the sanctuary, it is just a matter of a snap of the fingers.
After each professional stepping into the sanctuary, the life span can be greatly extended. It is not a problem for ordinary sanctuary experts to live to be three hundred years old. Even the current Platz is only over a hundred years old.
Platts thought about it, and felt that the deal was worthwhile. It is too simple for a strong person in the sanctuary to protect a person, but the Holy See is a bit troublesome, but Platz does not live on the breath of the Holy See. This was no problem for him either.
Platz didn't even have to do anything, as long as Ron stayed in Balovakis City, no one would dare to trouble him.
"Yes!" Platz agreed without thinking about it, and said with a change of tone, "However, Your Excellency Homelin, I have one condition..."
Homelin nodded as if he had expected it, and said, "If you have any conditions, just say it!"
From Homelin's point of view, it was normal for the other party to ask for conditions. After all, what he offered was just a blank check, and he was a little surprised that the other party was willing to agree.
Platz said, "If Ron can successfully break through to the division level, I hope he can stay in the academy to teach the Undead Department..."
Homelin was taken aback, not expecting Platts to come up with such an idea.
Seeing Homelin's expression, Platz hurriedly added, "Your Majesty Homelin, you can rest assured that I won't treat him badly. His salary will be 30% higher than that of ordinary tutors..."
Homelin smiled, "It seems that our purpose is the same..."
He nodded, "That's fine, I agree on behalf of him!"
A smile finally appeared on Platz's face.
Homelin has two ideas, one is to find out the truth about the disappearance of undead magic, and the other is to revive undead magic and restore the former glory of undead magic, and Ron becomes the instructor of the academy to spread the real undead magic. It's a good thing, Homelin doesn't care who learns undead magic, the more people who learn it, the better, so that undead magic can be revived faster.
Platts, on the other hand, paid attention to the interests of Balovakis Academy. He saw the potential of undead magic, and maybe he could suppress the other two colleges by virtue of undead magic.
The profession of knights can be found everywhere, and Barovaks Academy also offers knight classes, but why do almost all knights go to Xianglong Academy? The three words "Dragon Knight" have already explained all this very well.
Platts is full of expectations for Ron.
…
In an abandoned house on the outskirts of Balovakia.
Merkelin tremblingly knelt on the ground, pleading guilty incessantly. Standing beside him was a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes. His face was stern, and his demeanor was not angry but mighty. He could be seen as a big shot at a glance.
"What did you say? It failed?"
It was Wharton, the lord of the Temple of Piety, the Presbyterian Church of the Holy Vatican who was speaking. He disguised himself this time and sneaked into the Roland Empire Barovax City to direct the operation against Ron, but unfortunately failed.
According to the regulations among the strongmen in the sanctuary, a strong man in the sanctuary cannot generally set foot in the territory of another strong man in the sanctuary without saying hello, but this rule has not been well observed. A strong man in the sanctuary can also turn a blind eye, but if there is trouble in his territory, he must stand up.
The relationship between the Roland Empire and the Holy Roman Empire was not good due to the civil war, so Wharton could only come secretly.
Merklin's body was shaking like a sieve, and he hurriedly said, "Master Wharton, please calm down, I will definitely find a way to kill Ron, I promise..."
"Hmph!" Wharton snorted coldly, "You'd better do what you say, otherwise, you also know the consequences. Your Holy Son status was promoted by me personally, and I can also push you down..."
"Yes... yes, little one understands!" Merklin said tremblingly.
"Get up, my Lord Merkelin!" Wharton said sarcastically, "What kind of dignity is kneeling?"
Merklin got up tremblingly. At this time, he was like a frightened deer. How could he look like a holy son of the Holy See? Wharton shook his head.
"It seems that he can't be counted on!" Wharton thought, he sighed, looking at the Barovaks Academy in the distance, feeling a little helpless in his heart.
He planned to continue to take actions against Ron, such as assassination, but unfortunately he ran out of time. The Pope of the Holy See issued three oracles a day to let him go back.
"Damn it!" Wharton cursed fiercely, hitting the wall with his fist, breaking a big hole in the dilapidated stone wall. At this moment, he wished he could rush into the Balovaks College and catch Ron out. to kill, but he dared not.
Wharton clenched his fists angrily, "Damn Platts, you don't want to be tough..."
There are three sanctuary powerhouses in Balovakis City, and Wharton also feels that the three sanctuary powerhouses, including Platz, have discovered his existence, but they just ignore him. Wharton is at a disadvantage. Never dare to do anything when you are absolutely sure to defeat the opponent.
Wharton looked serious, "We must report to the Holy See as soon as possible and take action against him again, otherwise this kid will continue to grow, and sooner or later he will become our confidant's trouble!"
He sighed, turned and left without hesitation, turning a deaf ear to Merklin's call, he was already disappointed in Merklin.
(End of the second volume)
The third volume debuts