Seeing that Ron's expression was a little pale, Vivienne pulled Ron's clothes, "Ron, forget it, it's not their fault, it's because undead magic hasn't been accepted yet!"
Ron took a deep breath, tears flickered in his eyes, "I'm fine, let's stop here today!"
After finishing speaking, regardless of other people, he stood up and turned around to leave.
"Ron, Ron—"
Vivienne yelled a few times, but Ron didn't look back. She had no choice but to stand up and silently pack up the things on the table, while Fat Lantry and the others began to help.
One day passed without any gains, but the same happened the next day and the third day. Now Ron couldn't sit still. He thought for a long time and decided to go to Dabs.
Dabs was sweating profusely in the office. There were so many spring enrollments that he couldn't handle it at all. When he finished his work and breathed a sigh of relief, Ron came.
"How's the enrollment going?" Dabs asked straight to the point when he saw Ron.
"Not one!" Ron shrugged helplessly.
"Not one?" Dabs' eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, he thought for a while and said, "I think the tuition of the Undead Department is already low enough!"
"It's not about money!" Ron sighed, "I think many people haven't accepted undead magic yet, they think undead magic is still the same as before!"
"That's it!" Dabs felt a little discouraged when he heard that. He and Dean Platts had high hopes for Ron's undead magic. In the words of Dean Platts, a great cultivation system like undead magic disappeared. It is an unforgivable crime in the long river of history.
"So what are you going to do?" Dabs asked.
At this time, Ron finally felt the pressure that Vivienne had been under before. As a tutor of the Undead Department, he couldn't recruit a single student, which was more uncomfortable than someone slapping him severely.
Ron thought for a while, hesitated, "Deputy Dean Dabs, I have an idea!"
"Say!"
"I want to go out and recruit students!"
"Going to recruit students?" Dabs opened his eyes wide, and his mouth was so big that an egg could be stuffed into it, he said after a while, "You mean to leave the city of Balovakia and go to various cities across the country to recruit students ?”
"Almost!" Ron nodded, "Maybe it's possible to leave the Roland Empire!"
"How can this be done?" Dabs couldn't help but cry when he heard that, "Balovacus Academy has not had this rule since its establishment, thanks to you who figured it out..."
"There is always a first time for everything!" Ron said seriously, spreading his hands, "Besides, the Undead Department can't recruit students, so it's boring for me to be a tutor, and you don't want me to lose my job right after I become a tutor! "
"This-um..." Dabs fell silent when he heard this, he was thinking.
Ron was not in a hurry, he sat down on the carved chair in front of Dabs' desk and waited, he believed that Dabs would give him a result.
"Okay!" Dabs finally agreed after pondering for a while, and he glanced at Ron, "For the sake of undead magic, I will make an exception, but only this one time!"
The corner of Ron's mouth curled up, and he nodded briskly, "Okay, I'll leave tomorrow!"
…
A long human queue, consisting of dozens of people, walked quietly among the mountains. Their expressions were dull and dull, like walking corpses.
Beside them stood one skeleton after another. These skeletons carried huge boxes on their shoulders and walked with difficulty. The people who controlled the skeletons were also sweating profusely. They manipulated the skeletons in this way. Great mental strength is required.
Judging from their attire and behavior, these people are necromancers. They are wearing black clothes, which seem to have not been changed for a long time, and they emit a sour smell. They look not much different from beggars. , This group of people includes old and young, men and women, but all of them have dull expressions, looking at the front in a daze.
"Hurry up, you must reach your destination before sunset!" Behind those people, a man on a tall horse urged.
These people walked faster, but their steps were still difficult.
"Hello, I'm Ron, the instructor of the Undead Department of Balovakis Academy. Do you need to learn different undead magic? Our college's Undead Department does not charge any fees now, and we will pay you three gold coins every month!"
A young man ran to the side of the line, pulled a ragged old man and said.
This boy was Ron. He left Balovakis College and headed west. On the way, he met countless necromancers. But to Ron's surprise, no one was willing to learn undead magic, even if he They are not willing to spend money.
Along the way these days, Ron's heart was shocked by what he saw and heard. The necromancers he saw were all doing jobs that no one in the world did.
Porters, excavators, and garbage collectors, these necromancers, with the lowest salary on the mainland, do the hardest and most tiring work. The torture of life has already made them lose hope, if it is not because of the ability to manipulate skeletons , so that they can earn a living.
The old man turned and looked at Ron.
Ron's heart was shaken, he saw a skinny face, without any color, long-term malnutrition caused his face to twitch, and there was no light in his eyes, as if everything in the world didn't matter .
He only glanced at Ron, then turned his face away, and walked forward without saying a word, turning a deaf ear to Ron's words. For those of them who had no hope of life, entering the academy was just a luxury.
There was only disappointment in Ron's eyes. It was already the fifth day, and he hadn't even met a single student. He turned around and met Vivienne's eyes.
Vivienne shook her head, indicating that it was the same on her side, her face was full of helplessness.
"Hey, who are you? What are you doing here?" At this moment, a voice came, and then a middle-aged man with a beard appeared in front of them, staring at them vigilantly.
"Hello, we are the tutors of Balovaks College!" Ron said calmly.
"Oh, Balovax College?" The middle-aged man frowned when he heard this.
"I see. What are you doing here?" He has heard of the name of Barovacs College, and knowing that these two people are not trying to steal his goods, he is relieved and asked pleasantly. At this time, Wei Wei An also came over.
"Is such that!"
When Ron told him about the recruitment of the Undead Department, the middle-aged man laughed when he heard it, "Undead magic, recruiting? Hehe, there are free lessons for learning undead magic now, but unfortunately no one wants to learn this kind of magic anymore. Rubbish skills, those who understand undead magic are older people."
Ron nodded, expressing his deep sympathy. Along the way, he rarely saw young people learning undead magic.
The middle-aged man sighed, "Honestly speaking, sometimes I sympathize with these people. They are doing the dirtiest and tiring jobs and earning the lowest wages. There is no hope for their lives..."
"Did you know? It takes dozens of gold coins to buy a space bag to hold things, and hiring these necromancers to help me deliver the goods, you see, there are dozens of people, and it costs less than two gold coins, so low Salary that even ordinary civilians are not willing to do... ”
Ron nodded, his eyes were a little confused, he thought for a while and asked, "Uncle, if undead magic can fight like magic, what kind of status will it be in?"
"Gah? What are you talking about? Undead magic? Fighting?" The middle-aged man widened his eyes when he heard it, as if he had heard the most incredible thing in the world, and then he laughed loudly, "Hahaha, little brother, Do you know what you're talking about? Undead magic can fight? That's simply impossible, haha... Little brother, have you read too many novels? Have your brain burned out?"
Ron didn't smile, his heart hurt like a needle, and Vivienne's face was equally ugly.
The middle-aged man patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "Little brother, don't think about these useless things all day long, how about this, where do you want to go? I'll take you there!"
With a move in his heart, Ron asked Vivian, "Where are we now?"
Vivian took out the map from the space bag, spread it out, and was interrupted by the middle-aged man when he was about to speak, he said with a smile, "You don't need to look at this map, let me tell you, this place is already Roland The border of the empire... ”
As he said that, he pointed to the big mountain opposite, "Little brother, have you seen this mountain? After crossing this mountain, you will leave the Roland Empire!"
Ron was startled, and he exchanged glances with Vivienne. Before he knew it, he had already reached the border of the Roland Empire.
"What's the name of the next city from here?" Ron asked after thinking about it.
"Colored Stone Fort!" The middle-aged man said confidently, "Little brother, you are asking the right person. I am very familiar with this area, and I do business in Colored Stone Fort!"
"Isn't Colored Stone Fort outside the scope of the Roland Empire?" Ron asked.
"No!" The middle-aged man replied straightforwardly.
Ron's heart became active. Since there is no chance in the Roland Empire, why not go to Colored Stone Fort to try, maybe you can recruit people
Since he has been unable to recruit people, this has hit Ron hard, and he has relaxed from the initial fifteen-year-old teenager to any age, as long as he can recruit people.
"Are there necromancers in that place called Colored Stone Castle?" Ron asked.
"Of course, there are many more!" The middle-aged man said with a smile, "Little brother, are you still thinking about recruiting students? Listen to my uncle's advice, don't think about it, this is simply unrealistic..."
Ron was silent for a moment and didn't speak.
The middle-aged man came over, "Little brother, I think you are also a necromancer, right? It's a pity to learn necromancer magic because you are young. How about this? I will take you to Colored Stone Fort and tell you that this area It's not peaceful..."
Ron smiled and waved his hands politely, "Thank you, no need!"
"Hehe, you look down on uncle, don't you?" The middle-aged man's voice was slightly dissatisfied, he shook his muscles, and said with a smile, "To tell you the truth, uncle, I am still a powerful junior swordsman. In our village, there are also countless strong people... "
Vivian covered her mouth and laughed.
"Hey... hello... why are you leaving?" the middle-aged man yelled loudly when he saw Ron leave.
Ron left without looking back.
Looking at the back of Ron leaving, the middle-aged man murmured to himself, "What a weirdo, what's wrong with learning at a young age, but you want to learn undead magic, and you won't let me escort you, well, I won't I'll tell you the war just ended there..."