Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 82: Only one year

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"Come with me!" Ron paid the money, and Vivian said to him readily.

Ron followed Vivienne into the school gate and came to an open place like a courtyard. He looked around. There were hard-working students everywhere. Many people were holding books while walking and watching. A student of the Magic Department is demonstrating magic. Not far from him, an archer is struggling to maintain an archery posture. Seeing him in a cold sweat, I don’t know how long he has 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, fantasizing that he would set foot on campus one day. Able to be a magician, now his dream has finally come true, but it is a bit different from the dream, he entered this campus as a necromancer.

But what makes Ron feel strange is that those students not only did not show respect for the mentor when they passed Vivienne, but showed contempt for the mentor. What's more strange is that Vivienne seemed to be accustomed to it, even the brow No wrinkle.

Vivienne walked, chatting with Ron happily, and she was in a very good mood, "Ron, from now on, I will be your mentor, and you have become the number one in the undead. As a freshman, when you see a male student in a higher grade, you are called a senior, and a female student in a higher grade is called a senior sister, you know?"

"Well, I know!" Ron smiled and nodded. He liked this mentor who was 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.

"Vivienne, 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 white youth, wearing a white magic robe, looking very energetic, his face seemed to be smiling. It seems not, it feels so fake.

"Uh...oh...it's Dean Darbus!" Vivian hurriedly saluted, and said nervously, "My enrollment is over. He is a freshman in the first grade of our undead department, he It's Ron..."

Dabs is only the deputy dean, but the dean always sees the head and the tail, he has always been responsible for everything in the college, and over time, those students and mentors are used to calling him the dean.

Dabus was taken aback, "What? Undead system? When will the Undead system also recruit new students? Vivienne, didn't you just pull a person to make up the number?"

Vivienne's face flushed with a "swish--" she was a little embarrassed, and she said innocently, "No... it's not... when I was about to go back, he suddenly came to sign up..."

"That's it!" Darbus looked Ron up and down and nodded.

"Ron, salute Dean Darbus!" Vivian said.

Ron Suli gave a salute and said, "Hello, Master Dean!"

"Not bad!" Dubbs looked at Ron with a satisfied expression, but then he took a meaningful look at Vivienne, and said, "Teach me well!"

"Yes! Dean!" Vivi Ancheng said anxiously.

At this time, the white man next to him came in and said with a smile, "Hehe, Vivienne, congratulations! Three years ago, I finally received a student. This is a good thing, what? At that time, a few of our mentors will go out for a drink and celebrate!"

Vivienne's face turned pale with a "swish". This guy was obviously celebrating, but actually showing her face in public. She is used to these things, but now she is in front of her students Her face prevented her from coming to Taiwan.

"Sifry, how do you talk?" How could Darbus not hear the personal attacks contained in those words, and his face became unhappy. As the deputy dean, he had a bowl of water. Although the student is optional, there are some things that cannot be said in public.

Sifry didn’t seem to have heard it, “Vivian, you have to teach your students carefully, you know, the Undead Department is only one year old, I think you know too , Next year the undead system will be cancelled, time is very tight, if the last year of teaching is not good, Dean Darbus will be very angry!"

Dubs frowned, "Sifri, enough! There are students..."

Sifri smiled, and flashed to the side as if there was nothing wrong with him. He didn't answer. He had already said what he was about to say. Vivian was already shaking with anger, and his goal had been achieved.

Dubs sighed, "Vivian, even if we have only one student as a mentor, we must teach seriously. This is our duty as a mentor, although the Undead Department is It’s a little weaker, but in this situation, it can’t be said that it’s your fault. Don’t think too much about it, just do your best to lead the students!"

"Yes! Dean Darbus!" Vivienne bit her lip and lowered her head.

Dubs touched Ron's head lightly, "Since I'm here, I'll study hard! You know?"

Ron nodded, and when he looked at Sifry, his eyes were already filled with anger.

Siffrey pretended to be invisible, and the narrow-minded, he had already grinned, "I don’t know any good or bad little bastard, I kindly remind you to treat me like this? One day you will know me Awesome!"

Sifri is a high-level magister, only one step up to the realm of the great magister, powerful, high status in the school, coupled with his sunny and handsome appearance, I do not know how many ignorant young people are attracted The girls throw in their arms, and there have been many romantic affair over the years. In the end, the family behind them settled him.

Vivienne walked in front, without saying a word, her black hair fell down, covering her face, making her expression unclear, and Ron followed at the same pace.

After a while, Vivian stopped suddenly.

Ron also stopped and asked with concern, "Teacher Vivian, what's wrong with you?"

Vivienne sighed and said slowly, "Just now the Sifrey mentor has pursued me many times, but I know he is a famous **** in the college. Unexpectedly, many teenage students were fascinated by him and went on His bed, so I refused..."

Vivian 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 and hated me, so he I said what I said just now..."

Ron suddenly felt in his heart, he nodded, "Teacher Vivienne, I understand, I will not be affected by his words..."

Vivian smiled sadly, "Although he said a lot of **** things, but one thing is correct, next year... the academy has decided to... cancel the Undead Department..."

"Ah—" Ron exclaimed, "How could this be!"

Vivian shook her head and said with a mockery, "I have been a mentor for three years, and I only recruited you as a student this year. The disappointment of the college is understandable..."

"In other words, Ron, you have only studied at Barovax College for one year, and I don’t think you will learn anything in one year, so... Ron, I will give you one Choose, if you are willing to drop out, I can refund your tuition..."

After Vivian finished speaking, she looked at Ron quietly to see how he chose. Anyway, she broke the jar. If Ron had been studying for a few months and voluntarily dropped out, she would be even more embarrassed.

Ron lowered his head and thought to himself, "Undead magic, Grandpa Khomelin can teach me. As for other knowledge, I should have learned almost the same in one year..."

He raised his head, looked at Vivian seriously and said, "Teacher Vivienne, 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 a year..."

"Of course!" Ron smiled and wiped his nose. "Where else can the entire continent learn undead magic except you?"

"Yes...but Undead Magic is not powerful...compared to other departments!" Vivian rubbed her hands and said nervously, "Ron, do you really regret it?"

"No regrets!"

"Really?"

"Hmm! Really!"

"Then let's pull the hook, speak for words, a hundred years, no change!"

Vivian showed a rare immature side. She was quite young, only twenty-three years old, and occasionally showed a childish look.

"Lago...a hundred years...no change..." Ron also stretched out his fingers to hold her.

"Okay!" Vivienne smiled and took out a filled-in form. "You go back to the dormitory first. Take this form. The dormitory administrator over there will arrange it according to your age and occupation. Where you live!"

"Oh!" Ron took the form in Vivienne's hand and scratched his head. The form was written with his basic information, name, gender, age, etc., as well as occupation, and it was covered with a bright red seal.

"I'm leaving, come to the instructor's dormitory if you have anything to find me!" Vivienne put aside a sentence, turned and left, Ron took the form and walked where Vivienne pointed.

……

"I'm back!" Vivienne returned to the mentor's dormitory. This was a residence arranged by Barovax College for professional mentors, but the place where Vivian lived was relatively simple compared to other department mentors some.

"Hehe, my Vivienne is back!" Inside, a gray-haired old man greeted him, holding a soup bowl in his hand, exuding a trace of heat.

He looks like Vivienne's grandfather, but he is actually her father.

Vivian’s father, Jarod, is also a necromancer. He has been engaged in the study of undead magic for decades. He has always believed in the existence of ancient undead magic. Since he was little influenced by his father, Vivian also set foot In order to practice undead magic, he took the post of instructor of the undead department after his father retired due to physical reasons.

"Vivienne, today's enrollment is going well?" Jarrod asked with a smile. He just opened his mouth and found himself asking nonsense, and he couldn't help but slap himself. What's going wrong? The Undead System cannot recruit people at all!

Looking at Vivienne Jarrod, he felt a little regretful. The child had a keen interest in undead magic since he was a child. He almost quarreled for the father and daughter. Jarrod thought that if he insisted on that In a moment, Vivian might change her mind. Even a thief is better than a useless necromancer.

"It's going well!" Vivian's face showed a rare smile, "Father, tell you the good news, I recruited a student today?"

"What?" Jarrod shook his hand, and the bowl he was holding fell to the ground and fell to pieces.