Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 169: A promise

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Ron carefully considered the language, "That’s it, Master Platz. I was born and raised in a small mountain village west of the Holy Roman Empire. I have never seen many worlds, let alone know this world. What is it like? I didn’t lie to you on this point. My original intention of entering Balovix College was indeed to go to the college library..."

Platz's face was tense and did not speak.

Ron paused, hesitated and said, "Of course, there is another purpose, is to find in the library the truth about the disappearance of undead magic 100,000 years ago..."

"Oh!" Platz smiled, "So did you find it?"

Ron shook his head, "The college library is indeed rich in books, but I haven't found anything about undead magic!"

Platz said, "There are always things in any library in this world that are secret, and I am no exception here..." He pointed to the sheepskin scroll on the table, "This is an ancient The scroll records some things about undead magic. I was curious to take it out and take a look. Let’s take a look. Hehe, documents like this can’t be obtained through legitimate means!"

Ron walked over quickly, reached out and picked up the sheepskin scroll, and looked at it carefully, not letting go of a single detail.

From the surface of this scroll, it is indeed true that the ancient scrolls are true. It also records some things about undead magic, but to Ron's disappointment, it does not record the reason for the disappearance of undead magic.

Platz said, “It’s very strange that the ancient documents recorded undead magic, but after the end of the ancient era, the undead magic disappeared. There is no record. Since the first year of Noah, I will never find There is less than a trace of undead magic. For example, the continent of Noah is like a piece of white paper. This piece of white paper records many things, but this piece of white paper misses the undead magic..."

Platts turned around abruptly, staring at Ron and said, "Noah’s first year has begun, and it’s been a hundred thousand years. Undead magic has long since disappeared. I want to know, how can you learn from one hundred thousand years ago? Undead magic?"

Ron quietly put down the scroll in his hand and shook his head slowly, "I'm sorry, Dean Platz, I can't say it!"

Platts smiled and said, as if he had expected his attitude earlier, "If you don't tell me, I can guess it!"

He took a step forward slowly and said with a smile, "When you were fighting Merklin in the qualifying finals, it wasn't your power that broke out later?"

Ron's body shook suddenly, and he turned to look at Platz with an unbelievable look on his face.

Platts smiled, "You don’t need to look at me like this, I guessed, the strength you showed at that time was comparable to a master-level powerhouse, and that breath was completely different from the previous you, so I I can guess that this is not your power, and in you, there should be a soul, this soul, which can control your body to fight, am I right..."

Platz's eyes are very poisonous, he guessed very accurately.

After listening to Ron, he was rare in silence. The other party guessed everything. What else can he say? But what worries him is that Dean Platz is pressing every step of the way, and he doesn't know how to respond.

At this time, Hummerlin's voice came in his mind and said to him, "Ron, let me talk to him!"

"Ah—Grandpa Huo Meilin, you..." Ron was a little surprised. Grandpa Huo Meilin took the initiative to show up, which is very rare.

Huo Meilin smiled, "It's okay, I don't think he has any bad intentions. It's better to open some things, maybe we can talk about cooperation..."

Ron nodded, "Okay!" He closed his eyes and surrendered control of his body.

At this moment, Ron's eyes opened sharply, his eyes blazing brightly.

An extremely cold breath rushed towards his face, like fear from the depths of hell, Platz was taken aback, and his heart was very vigilant, "Ron, you--"

At this time, "Ron" spoke slowly, but his words changed to an old voice, "As you wish, I am out!"

"Ah—" Platz took a step back and looked at Ron up and down, with a trace of astonishment in his eyes, "Sanctuary strong?"

"Sanctuary strong!" Huo Meilin smiled, "No one has called me that for a long time, yes, I am the undead saint magister, and also the sanctuary strong, my name is Huo Meilin, how should I call you What? Platz Fire System Sage?"

"Just call me Platz!" Suddenly facing the character one hundred thousand years ago, Platz's eyes also showed a trace of respect, "Your Excellency should come from the ancient times one hundred thousand years ago, maybe I should call You sir!"

Huo Meilin nodded and sighed, "Unknowingly it has been 100,000 years..."

Platts asked boldly, "Dare to ask what is the strength of the senior?"

Huo Meilin smiled, "Not so good, just a little bit better than you!"

"Sanctuary Peak?" Platz was surprised that he was only a high-level Sanctuary, placed in the entire Noah Continent, and he could be regarded as a strong side. There were not many Sanctuary Peaks in the entire Noah Continent.

Homelin laughed, "Platz, you don’t have to test me. Since I dare to show up, I am naturally not afraid of what tricks you play. Although Ron’s body limits my strength, I will do it from you. It’s still possible to retreat all over the body......"

Platts bowed slightly, "Senior is too serious, how dare juniors be disrespectful to seniors!"

Homelin got up and walked a few steps, seeming to be thinking about something. After a long time, he turned around and smiled at Platz, "Platts, 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 training progress, I can guarantee that he will be able to set foot in the sanctuary before he turns fifty..."

When he set foot in the sanctuary before the age of fifty, Platz jumped his eyes and asked, "So what?"

"As long as Ron sets foot in the sanctuary, he can resurrect me by then. In this case, we are two sanctuary powerhouses..."

Huo Meilin said slowly and quietly.

Platz listened quietly, his eyes lit up when he heard the two sanctuary powerhouses.

Homelin glanced at Platz and said, "If your Excellency can give Ron asylum, it means that our two sanctuary powerhouses owe you a promise..."

Platz's brows gradually unfolded. This is the promise of two Sanctuary powerhouses, and one of them is the pinnacle of Sanctuary. This kind of favor is hard to say.

In other words, he can let two sanctuary powerhouses do anything, as long as the other party can do it.

On the continent of Noah, the sanctuary powerhouse is a promise, since the other party said, Platz is not afraid that he can’t do it. As for fifty years, for the sanctuary powerhouse, it’s just a moment Things.

After each professional set foot in the sanctuary, the life span can be greatly extended. It is not a problem for ordinary sanctuary powerhouses to live three hundred years old, even Platz now is only more than one hundred years old.

Platts thought about it, and thought that this business was worthwhile. It is too simple for the sanctuary strong to protect someone. It’s just that the Holy See is a bit troublesome, but Platz doesn’t look to the Holy See. Living with a snort is not a problem for him.

Platts didn't even need to do anything, as long as Ron stayed in Balovix and didn't go out, no one would dare trouble him.

"Yes!" Platz didn't even think about it. He agreed, and said with a change of tone, "But Your Excellency Homelin, I have one condition..."

As expected, Huo Meilin nodded and said, "If you have any conditions, just say it!"

In Huo Meilin's view, it is normal for the other party to make a request. After all, what he wrote was just a blank check, and the other party was willing to agree to it, which surprised him.

Platts said, "If Ron can successfully break through the division level, I hope he can stay in the academy to teach the undead department..."

Homelin was startled, and he didn't expect Platz to come up with such an idea.

Platts glanced at Khomelin’s face, and hurriedly added, "There is one thing Your Excellency Khomelin can rest assured that I will not treat him badly. His treatment will be 30% higher than that of ordinary mentors..."

Huo Meilin smiled, "It seems that our goals are the same..."

He nodded, "This is ok, I agree on behalf of him!"

A smile finally appeared on Platz's face.

Holmeling has two ideas. One is to find out the truth about the disappearance of undead magic, and the other is to revive the undead magic and restore the glory of the undead magic. Ron became a college tutor and spread the true undead magic. This is a good thing. Khomelin doesn't care who learns Undead Magic. The more people who learn, the better, so that Undead Magic can be revived faster.

Platts pays attention to the interests of Barovax Academy. He has taken a fancy to the potential of Undead Magic. Perhaps it may be possible to use Undead Magic to suppress the other two colleges.

The profession of knight is everywhere, and Barovax Academy also opened a knight class, but why almost all knights went to Xianglong Academy? The three words "Dragon Knight" have explained all this very well.

Platts looked forward to Ron.

……

In an abandoned house on the outskirts of Barovax.

Merkellin knelt on the ground tremblingly, and kept asking for the crime. Next to him stood a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes. His face was cold and his expression was not angry and mighty, and he knew that he was a big man.

"What did you say? It failed?"

It was the Holy Vatican Presbyterian Church, Lord Wharton of the Temple of Devotion. This time he disguised himself and sneaked into the city of Barovax in the Roland Empire, commanding this action against Ron. Unfortunately, he failed.

According to the regulations among the sanctuary powerhouses, the sanctuary powerhouse generally cannot set foot in the territory of another sanctuary powerhouse without saying hello, but this one has not been well observed. If it is passed harmlessly, The local guardian sanctuary powerhouse can also open one eye and close one eye, but if there is trouble on his territory, he must stand up.

The Roland Empire and the Holy Roman Empire were split due to the civil war, and the relationship was not good, and Wharton could only come secretly.

Merklin's body was shaking like a sieve, and he hurriedly said, "Master Wharton, please calm down, I will find a way to kill Ron, I promise..."

"Humph!" Wharton snorted coldly, "You'd better do what you say, otherwise, you also know the consequences. I personally promote your status as the Son, or I can personally push you down. ……"

"Yes...Yes, the little one understands!" Merklin said tremblingly.

"Get up, my Lord Merklin!" Wharton said sarcastically, "What kind of style is kneeling?"

Mercklin got up tremblingly. At this moment, he was like a frightened deer. How could there be a holy son of the Holy See? Wharton shook his head as he watched.

"It seems that he can't be counted on!" Wharton thought. He sighed and looked at the Barovax Academy in the distance, feeling helpless.

He intends to continue to take actions against Ron, such as assassination, but unfortunately he has no time. The Holy See Pope sends three oracles a day to let him go back.

"Damn it!" Wharton cursed fiercely, hitting the wall with a fist, breaking a big hole in the dilapidated stone wall. At this time, he wished to rush into the Barovax Academy in one breath and put Luo En caught and killed, but he didn't dare.

Wharton clenched his fists in anger, "Damn Platz, he doesn't eat hard and soft..."

Balovax City has three sanctuary powerhouses, and Wharton also felt that the three sanctuary powerhouses including Platz had discovered his existence, but just ignored him, and Wharton was at a disadvantage. , Never dare to do anything without absolute certainty to defeat the opponent.

Wharton looked solemn, "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 will become our confidant!"

He sighed, didn't hesitate, turned and left, turning a deaf ear to Merklin's call, he was already disappointed with Merklin.

(End of Volume 2)