"Come with me!" Ron paid the money, and Vivienne said to him readily.
Ron followed Vivienne into the school gate and came to an open place like a courtyard. Looking around, there were hardworking students everywhere. Many of them were walking and reading with books in their hands. From the grass, some students from the magic department The student was demonstrating magic. Not far from him, an archer was struggling to maintain an archery posture. Seeing his cold sweat, he didn't know how long he had been practicing.
"It's amazing! This is the real campus!" Ron's heart was full of excitement. He came to this place countless times in his dreams, imagining that he would also set foot on the campus one day. As a magician, now his dream has finally come true, but it is a little different from the dream. He stepped into this campus as a necromancer.
But what made Ron feel strange was that those students passed by Vivienne's side not only did not show respect for their mentors, but instead showed contempt for them. What's even more strange is that Vivienne seemed to be used to it, and she didn't even frown .
Vivienne was talking and laughing with Ron as if there was no one else around, and she could see that she was in a very 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 call him Senior, and when you see a senior female student, you call Senior Sister, do you understand?"
"Well, I see!" Ron nodded with a smile. He kind of liked this mentor who was not a few years older than him. He felt like the big sister next door, approachable and amiable.
At this time, a majestic voice reached Ron's ears.
"Vivian, your enrollment is over so soon? Huh? Who is behind you?"
Ron turned his head and looked, only to see a wretched old man with a gray beard walking towards him, followed by a fair young man. He was wearing a white magic robe and looked very energetic. His face seemed to be smiling, but he didn't seem to be , It feels so fake.
"Uh... oh... it's Dean Dabs!" Vivienne saluted quickly and said nervously, "My enrollment is over. He is a first-year freshman in the Undead Department. His name is Ron..."
Dabs is only the deputy dean, but the dean is always in a hurry, and he has been in charge of everything in the college for a long time. Over time, those students and instructors are used to calling him the dean.
Dabus was taken aback, "What? Undead department? When did the Undead department recruit new students? Vivienne, you didn't just recruit someone to make up the numbers, did you?"
Vivian's face turned red with a "shua—", she was a little embarrassed, and said nonuo, "No... no... he came to sign up suddenly when I was about to go back..."
"That's it!" Dabs looked Ron up and down and nodded.
"Ron, quickly salute Dean Dabs!" Vivian said.
Ron stood up and saluted, and said in his mouth, "Hello, Mr. Dean!"
"Not bad!" Dabs looked at Ron with a satisfied expression in his eyes, but then he gave Vivian a meaningful look and said, "Teach me well!"
"Yes! Dean!" Vivienne said in trepidation.
At this moment, the fair man next to him stepped in, and said with a nonchalant smile, "Hehe, Vivienne, congratulations! After three years, I finally received a student. This is a good thing. When did we Let's go out for a few drinks and celebrate!"
Vivienne's face turned pale with a "swish-" sound. This guy was clearly congratulating, but in fact, he was trying to save her face in public. She was used to this, but now it was in front of her students, which made her feel ashamed. She can't get off stage.
"Sifry, what did you say?" Dabs couldn't hear the personal attack contained in those words, and his face became unhappy. As the deputy dean, he had to keep a bowl of water level. Students are optional, but some things cannot be said in public.
Sifry didn't seem to hear it, "Vivienne, you have to work hard to teach your students, you know, the undead department is only one year old, I think you know it, next year The undead department is going to be canceled, time is tight, if the teaching is not good in the last year, Dean Dabs will be very angry!"
Dabs frowned, "Severy, that's enough! There are students here..."
Sifry smiled, stepped aside as if nothing happened, and stopped answering. He had finished what he wanted to say, and Vivienne was already trembling with anger, and his goal had been achieved.
Dabs sighed, "Vivienne, even if we have only one student as a tutor, we must teach seriously. This is our duty as a tutor, although the Undead Department is weaker than other departments. , but this situation can’t be said to be your fault, don’t think too much, just do your best to guide the students well!”
"Yes! Dean Dabs!" Vivian bit her lips tightly and lowered her head.
Dabs lightly touched Ron's head, "Since you're here, you should study hard! Do you understand?"
Ron nodded, and when he looked at Sifry, his eyes were already filled with anger.
Severy pretended not to see it, and his narrow-minded heart had already started to grin in his heart, "Little bastard who doesn't know what's good and what's wrong, I kindly reminded you to treat me like this? One day you'll know how powerful I am! "
Sifry is a high-level magister, only one step away from being promoted to the realm of a great magister. He is powerful and has a very high status in the school. Coupled with his sunny and handsome appearance, he has attracted many ignorant little girls to fall into his arms. Sending hugs, there have been many romantic affairs over the years, and in the end it was the family behind him who settled it for him.
Vivienne walked in front without saying a word, her black hair fell down, covering her face, making her expression unclear, and Ron followed step by step.
After a while, Vivian stopped suddenly.
Ron also stopped in his tracks and asked with concern, "Mr. Vivian, what's wrong with you?"
Vivienne sighed, and said slowly, "Just now that Severy tutor has pursued me many times, but I know he is a famous playboy in the college. I don't know how many girls are fascinated by him and slept on his bed. , so I declined…”
Vivienne seemed to be talking to herself, she turned her head slowly, and Ron saw that there was a sad look on her face, "He became angry from embarrassment and held a grudge against me, so he said What I said just now..."
Suddenly, Ron nodded, "Mr. Vivian, I understand, I won't be affected by what he said..."
Vivienne smiled sadly, "Although he said a lot of stupid things, there is one thing he said right. Next year... the academy has decided... to abolish the Undead Department..."
"Ah—" Ron exclaimed, "how could this be!"
Vivienne shook her head and said mockingly, "I have been a tutor for three years, and I only recruited a student from you this year. The disappointment of the academy is understandable..."
"In other words, Ron, you only have one year to study at Balovaks Academy, and I don't think you will learn anything in one year, so... Ron, I will give you a choice, if you If you are willing to withdraw from school, I can refund your tuition fees... "
After Vivienne finished speaking, she looked at Ron quietly to see what he would choose. Anyway, she was broken, and if Ron quit school after a few months of study, she would be even more ashamed.
Ron lowered his head and thought to himself, "Undead magic, Grandpa Huomelin can teach me. As for other knowledge, I should have learned about it in a year..."
He raised his head, looked at Vivian seriously and said, "Mr. Vivian, I choose to stay..."
A hint of surprise appeared on Vivienne's face, "Really? Ron, you still decide to stay? Even if it's only for a year..."
"Of course!" Ron smiled, and wiped his nose with his hand. "Where else in the whole continent can learn undead magic?"
"But... but undead magic isn't that powerful...compared to other departments!" Vivian rubbed her hands and said nervously, "Ron, do you really not regret it?"
"No regrets!"
"real?"
"Hmm! Really!"
"Then let's pull the hook and keep what we say. For a hundred years, no changes are allowed!"
Vivienne showed a rare immature side. She was quite young, only twenty-three years old, and she occasionally showed a childish look.
"Pull hook... a hundred years... no change..." Ron also stretched out his fingers to hold her.
"Okay!" Vivian smiled, took out a completed form and said, "Go back to the dormitory first, take this form, and the dormitory administrator over there will arrange your residence according to your age and occupation." place!"
"Oh!" Ron took the form in Vivienne's hand and scratched his head. His basic information, name, gender, age, etc., and occupation were written on the form, and it had been stamped with a bright red seal.
"I'm leaving. If you need anything, go to the tutor's dormitory to find me!" Vivienne put aside her words, turned and left, and Ron took the form and walked to the place Vivienne pointed out.
…
"I'm back!" Vivienne returned to the tutor's dormitory, which was arranged by the Balovaks Academy for professional tutors, but the place where Vivian lived was relatively simple compared to other department tutors.
"Hehe, my Vivian is back!" A gray-haired old man came out from inside, holding a soup bowl in his hand, emitting a trace of heat.
He looked like Vivienne's grandfather, but he was actually her father.
Vivian's father, Jarrod, is also a necromancer. He has been engaged in the research of undead magic for decades. He is one of the people who has always believed in the existence of ancient undead magic. Influenced by his father since childhood, Vivian also embarked on the practice of undead magic. On the road of magic, since his father retired due to physical reasons, he took up the post of tutor of the undead department.
"Vivienne, is today's enrollment going well?" Jarrod asked with a smile. He had just opened his mouth when he realized that he had asked a nonsense question. The undead department can't recruit people at all!
Looking at Vivienne Jarrod, he felt a little regretful. The child had developed a strong interest in undead magic since he was a child. The father and daughter almost quarreled because of this. Wei An might change her mind, even being a thief is better than a useless necromancer.
"It went well!" Vivienne showed a rare smile on her face, "Father, let me tell you some good news. I recruited a student today?"
"What?" Jarrod shook his hand, and the bowl he was holding fell to the ground and broke into pieces.