The clear night sky is dotted with stars, shining on the quiet town of Maple Leaf. Beside the stone bridge, a thin figure is kneeling in front of the grave.
Ron's tears had run out, and he stood up suddenly, weak, never needing tears.
Thinking of those domineering noble young masters, Ron's anger almost broke through the sky. He couldn't help tearing each other into pieces. A voice in his heart kept shouting.
"Revenge, I want revenge..."
"To avenge grandpa..."
But Ron soon became discouraged. Revenge is easy to say, but it is not so easy to do it.
Strength, no strength, not to mention Kitley, any butler servant in Naka Manor can beat him to the ground.
Ron hung his head in frustration, he had no strength, how could he get revenge
"Hey, if only I were a magician..." Ron said mockingly, "This way I can avenge my grandpa..."
It can be imagined that it is impossible for a fifteen-year-old child and a helpless waif to seek revenge. At this moment, Ron has nothing but anger and self-comfort.
"Tomorrow... Let's try our luck on the Fenglin Ancient Road tomorrow, even if there is a glimmer of hope..." Ron sighed. For now, this is the only way he can do it.
"If only I met a magician..."
At this time, an abrupt voice sounded in Ron's ear.
"Is it necessary to become a magician if you want to take revenge?"
In this quiet night, the sudden sound made people feel creepy and startled Ron.
"Who? Who's here?"
Ron looked around, but found no one, and his heart panicked even more.
"Son, don't be afraid, I'm here..."
After these words were finished, a cloud of black air appeared in front of Ron's eyes, and the black air gradually grew larger, and a figure gradually emerged.
Ron was terrified by the sudden appearance of the figure, he kept backing away, staggered and fell to the ground.
The old man who appeared in front of Ron, his complexion was slightly pale, he was wearing a black magic robe, and there was a trace of black air around his body. His eyes radiated a dark blue light, like a wolf in the wild. In the silent night, it seemed a little gloomy and terrifying.
"Child, don't be afraid, I have no malicious intentions..." The black shadow grinned, showing a kind smile, but in Ron's eyes, it was more terrifying than evil spirits.
"You... who are you?" Ron asked in horror.
"My name is Homelin, Homelin, the holy magister of the undead." The old man said with a smile, "Son, what's your name?"
"I... My name is Ron..." Seeing that Homelin was so kind, Ron calmed down and asked.
"You... why are you here?"
"I am a soul body. After death, people will turn into souls and stay there..." Homelin smiled and reached out and tapped the ring on Ron's hand, "I was awakened by your blood, so I ran away out."
"Ring?" Ron looked at the inconspicuous ring in his hand in puzzlement. It was a bargain that Grandpa Zari bought from a wandering merchant on his tenth birthday, and it was only a few copper coins.
From the outside, this ring doesn't have any decorations, it's just a small black iron ring. In terms of shape, the cheapest ring is much more beautiful than it.
Because Ron's blood flowed onto the ring, it was only activated. Homelin had actually been out for a while, and he had been observing Ron.
When he knew that Ron wanted to be a magician, he couldn't help jumping out.
"Don't worry, Ron, I'm a soul body, and I have neither the strength nor the ability to hurt you..." Seeming to feel the fear in Ron's heart, Homelin said proactively.
He smiled again and continued to ask, "Ron, can you tell me where this is?"
"Uh... Maple Leaf Town..." Ron replied.
"Maple Leaf Town?" Homelin frowned, it was a name he had never heard before, "What is this place?"
"The town of Maple Leaf is within the territory of the Holy Roman Empire..." Ron saw that he didn't understand, and added another sentence.
"Holy Roman Empire?" Homelin's heart skipped a beat, and it was another unknown country name.
Homelin frowned. He thought for a while and asked, "Ron, do you know the Scourge Church?"
"The Church of the Scourge?" Now it was Ron's turn to be at a loss, "What is the Church of the Scourge?"
"What's going on? Even the Scourge Church doesn't know about it, how is it possible?" Huo Meilin was taken aback, and lost his voice, "Isn't this the continent of Omros?"
"Omros Continent? I haven't heard of it..." Ron shook his huge little head, "I only know that we are here in Noah Continent..."
"Noah's Continent? What's going on?" Homelin's breath became short of breath. "Did I go to another plane? What happened after my death?"
The soul sleeps in the ring. No matter how long it takes, Homelin feels it is just a moment. He doesn't know what happened. In fact, since Homelin died, 100,000 years have passed.
At this time, Ron didn't know that in the fairy tale told by the old man in Maple Leaf Town, the continent that was punished and abandoned by the gods was called Omrose.
…
Ron also completely let go of his guard against Homelin at this time, got up and said, "Grandpa Homelin, why are you hiding in this ring?"
Thinking of the past, Homelin's lips twitched violently. He will never forget that his apprentice coaxed him to drink a potion made of "Blue Flowers". The potion made from this flower can temporarily lose strength , and then killed himself with a knife. Fortunately, his soul power was strong enough to abandon his body and hide in the ring, otherwise, even his soul would be wiped out.
Homelin didn't want to mention the sad past, but instead changed the subject and said, "Ron, I just heard that you want to be a magician. What's going on?"
Looking at Homelin, Ron only felt kindness for a while, nothing else, Homelin looked so much like Grandpa Zari, he was so kind and kind. At first Ron thought Grandpa Zari was alive again.
Ron was full of grievances, and just wanted to find someone to talk to. He told Homelin everything about today, and when it came to emotion, he couldn't help crying.
"So that's how it is..." Homelin nodded, and after listening to Ron's story, he sympathized with Ron's experience. His eyes showed a hint of murderous intent, "Such a person should be killed..."
He paused again and said, "But Ron, if you want to avenge your grandfather, you need strength. Without strength, there will only be countless resentments and accusations left, which will not help at all..."
Homelin has seen countless people, and he can see Ron's poverty at a glance. Revenge is as difficult as heaven for him.
"So I really want to be a magician..." Ron said with firm eyes, "As long as I become a magician, I can avenge my grandfather..."
Homelin chuckled, "Ron, if you want revenge, you don't have to be a magician..."
Ron heard something about these words. He looked at Homelin carefully, and said with a hint of joy, "Grandpa Homelin, do you mean... you are a magician? Are you wearing a magic robe?"
He mistook Homelin's necromancer robes for magic robes.
Homelin smiled and nodded, "That's right, but I'm not a magician, I'm Homelin, the holy magister of the undead, and Di belongs to the Scourge Church—the Temple of the Dead..."
Ron was dumbfounded when he heard that, "What? You're not a magician?"
"Although I am not a magician, but I am a necromancer..."
"Huh?" Ron's eyes gradually dimmed, and the glimmer of hope that had just been kindled in his heart was ruthlessly shattered.
Seeing Ron's expression, Homelin was a little dissatisfied, and he gave a strange look, "What? Look down on me as a necromancer? Tell you, when I was a necromancer, I don't know how many magicians died in my hands , you didn't know where it was at that time..."
Ron tilted his neck and asked, "Grandpa Homelin, do you mean that you, a necromancer, are more powerful than magicians?"
"Of course..." Huo Meilin was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at his eyes. He couldn't see others destroying his undead magic. If he wasn't still a soul body, he would have passed by already.
"Worse than a fire magician?" Ron continued to ask.
"Of course..." Homelin replied proudly.
"Worse than an earth magician?"
"of course… "
"Worse than a water magician?"
"of course… "
"..."
"Bragging..." Ron finished listening, and finally came to a conclusion directly.
"You..." Huo Meilin almost died of anger, he pointed at Ron, trembling and unable to speak, his beard was blown and moved because of anger.
Seeing the stubborn Ron, Homelin couldn't help but lose. What's this called? The ignorant are fearless.
He thought for a while, rolled his eyes, and said with a soft tone, "Ron, how about it, if you are willing to learn undead magic from me, I will consider teaching you..."
"I don't want to learn magic that isn't powerful..." Ron still shook his head and said. "It's useless to learn that you can't take revenge..."
If people in the former continent of Omros heard about it, their jaws would probably drop in shock. Homelin, the holy magister of the undead, personally recruited disciples. I am afraid that half of the continent will be a sensation. Just queuing up is afraid that the line will go to ten streets. Now He actually wants to accept disciples in a low voice, but the other party still doesn't accept it.
"Ah?" Homelin was stunned, and shook his head helplessly, "Then Ron, what exactly do you want to learn?"
"I want to learn magic... Well, it's best to use fire magic..." Ron thought for a while and said excitedly, "Water and earth magic are also fine..."
As Ron spoke, he began to imitate the scene of the female magician he had seen casting spells.
"Fire hidden deep in hell, accept my call and burn my enemies..., go, fireball!!"
It has to be said that Ron's movements are very good. It seems that he has practiced many times, but apart from the movements, there is no spark at all.
"Grandpa Homelin, can you do this?"
"I do not know… "
Homelin felt that he was completely defeated. He didn't pay attention to this rubbish fireball at all. He just sent out bone spurs and wiped out the opponent. But then again, Homelin really doesn't know how to fireball. .
But Homelin had no choice. Since Ron's blood dripped on the ring, he felt that his soul had been connected with Ron. If he wanted to regain his body, he had to rely on Ron.
"Grandpa Huomelin, do you have any friends who are magicians? Can you let him teach me..." Ron raised a smile, and wanted to reach out to shake Huomelin's hand, but he couldn't catch it, and then remembered that the other party was a soul body.
"Magician?" Homelin gave him an annoyed look, thinking that in this Bird Continent, where I don't know, I'm still a soul body, and I know a fart magician.
Homelin took a deep breath, calmed down his excitement, and softened his tone. When he was about to coax Ron into learning undead magic, his face suddenly changed and he said in a trembling voice.
"Ron, do you have any enemies? Someone came straight here, it seems... It's for you!"