Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 253: Outgoing enrollment

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? Seeing that Ron's face is a bit bad, Vivian pulled La Ron's clothes corner, "Ron, forget it, it's not to blame them, it's the undead magic that has not been accepted!"

Ron took a deep breath, tears flickering faintly in his eyes, "I'm fine, let's stop here today!"

After speaking, regardless of the others, he stood up and turned away.

"Ron, Ron--"

Vivian yelled a few times, and Ron didn't look back. She had no choice but to stand up and quietly pick up the things on the table, and Fatty Lantry and the others began to help.

One day passed without any gain, but the second day and the third day were the same. Ron couldn't sit still anymore, he thought for a long time, and decided to go to Dabs.

Dubs is busy in the office sweating profusely. There are so many things to enroll students in the spring, and he can't be too busy. When he is relieved, Ron will come.

"How's the enrollment?" Darbus asked Ron straightaway when he saw Ron.

"No one was recruited!" Ron shrugged helplessly.

"No one?" Darbus's eyes widened and his face was in disbelief. He thought for a while and said, "I think the tuition fee of the Undead Department is already low enough!"

"It's not a question of money!" Ron sighed, "I think many people have not accepted the undead magic, they think the undead magic is still the same as before!"

"That's it!" Dubbs felt a little discouraged after hearing this. He and Dean Platz had high hopes for Ron's undead magic. In Dean Platz's words, it was as great as undead magic. The disappearance of the cultivation system in the long river of history is an unforgivable crime.

"What are you going to do?" Dubbs asked.

At this time, Ron finally felt the pressure Vivienne had been under. As the instructor of the Undead Department, even a student could not be recruited. This was even more uncomfortable than someone slapped him severely.

Ron thought for a while, hesitated, "Deputy Dean Darbus, I have an idea!"

"Say!"

"I want to go out to recruit students!"

"Going out to recruit students?" Darbus opened his eyes wide, and his mouth was so big that he could put an egg into it. After a long time, he said, "You mean, leave the city of Barovax and go to various places in the country. City to recruit students?"

"Almost!" Ron nodded, "Maybe he may leave the Roland Empire!"

"How does this work?" Darbus couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it. "Balovax College has not had this rule since it was founded, but you can't figure it out..."

"There is always the first time in everything!" Ron said seriously, spreading his hands, "Besides, the Undead Department can't recruit students, it's boring for me as a tutor, and you don't want me to become a tutor. Unemployed!"

"This- uh..." When Dubbs heard this, he fell silent and he was thinking.

Ron was not in a hurry, he sat down on the carved chair in front of Dabs's table and waited. He believed Dabs would give him a result.

"Okay!" After hesitated for a while, Dabbs finally agreed. He glanced at Ron. "For the sake of undead magic, I make an exception, but only once!"

Ron's mouth was curved, and he nodded happily, "Well, I'll leave tomorrow!"

……

A long human dragon with dozens of people walking quietly among the mountains. Their expressions were dull and dull, like walking corpses.

Beside them, there are skeletons standing one after another. These skeletons are carrying huge boxes on their shoulders, walking with difficulty, and the people who control the skeletons are also sweating profusely. Manipulating the skeleton requires a lot of mental power.

Judging from their attire and behavior, these people are Necromancers. They are wearing black clothes. They look like they have not been changed for a long time. They have a sour smell and look like beggars. Not much difference, this group of people are old and young, men and women, but all of them have a dull expression and look at the front in a blank.

"Hurry up, you must get to your destination before sunset!" Behind those people, a man riding a tall horse urged.

These people are walking faster, but their steps are still difficult.

"Hello, I’m Ron, the mentor of the Undead Department of Barovax College. Do you need to learn a different Undead Magic? There is no charge for the Undead Department of our college. We pay three gold coins every month. Pay!"

A young man ran to the side of the team and said, pulling a ragged old man.

This young man is Ron. He left Barovax College and went all the way west. On the way, he met countless necromancers, but to Ron’s surprise, no one wanted to learn Necromancer. , Even if he spends money, they are not willing.

Along the way these days, Ron's heart was shocked by what he saw and heard. The Necromancers he saw were doing work that no one in this world did.

Porters, dung digging, garbage cleaning, these necromancers, with the lowest salary on the mainland, are doing the hardest and most tiring work. The torture of life has already made them lose hope, if not because of manipulation The ability of the skeletons allows them to earn a bite of food.

The old man turned his face and looked at Ron.

Ron’s heart was shaken. He saw a skinny face without any blood. The long-term malnutrition made his face shrug off. There was no look in his eyes, as if everything in this world It doesn't matter in general.

He only glanced at Ron, then turned his face away, and walked forward without saying a word. He turned a deaf ear to Ron's words. For those who have no hope in life, entering the academy is just a luxury .

Ron's eyes were only disappointed. It was already the fifth day. He hadn't even met a student. He turned around and met Vivian's eyes.

Vivian shook her head, expressing that the same is true on her own side, her face is 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 cheek and beard appeared in front of them, staring at them warily.

"Hello, we are the mentors of Barovax College!" Ron said calmly.

"Oh, Barovax College?" The middle-aged man frowned when he heard it.

"So that's the case, what are you doing here?" He has naturally heard the name of Balovix College. Knowing that these two people are not going to steal his goods, he relieved his heart and asked cheerfully. At this time Vivian also came over.

"That's it!"

Ron told him about the enrollment of the Undead Department. When the middle-aged man heard it, he laughed, "Undead magic, enrollment? Haha, now there are free lessons to learn Undead Magic, but unfortunately no one wants to go. After learning this **** skill, those who understand undead magic are older people,"

Ron nodded, expressing the same sympathy. Along the way, he rarely saw young people learning undead magic.

The middle-aged man sighed, "To be honest, sometimes I sympathize with these people too, doing the dirtiest and tiring work, with the lowest salary, they see no hope in their lives... …"

"You know? It takes dozens of gold coins to buy a space bag to hold things, and hiring these necromancers to help me ship the goods, you see, there are dozens of people, and it costs less than two gold coins. Even ordinary civilians are unwilling to do such a low salary..."

Ron nodded, his eyes were a little lost, he thought for a moment and asked, "Uncle, if undead magic can fight like magic, what kind of position will it be in?"

"Gah? What did you say? Undead magic? Fight?" When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyes widened, as if he heard the most incredible thing in the world, and then he laughed, "Hahaha, Brother, do you know what you’re talking about? Undead magic can fight? That’s impossible, haha...little brother, have you read too many novels? Is your brain burnt out?"

Ron didn't smile, his heart was as uncomfortable as a needle, and Vivian'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, so let's go, where do you want to go? I'll take you there!"

Ron moved in his heart and asked Vivienne, "Where are we now?"

Vivian took out the map from the space bag, opened it, and was interrupted by the middle-aged man when she was about to speak. He smiled and said, "You don't need to read this map. I will tell you. Here It is already the border of the Roland Empire..."

Speaking of him, he pointed to the mountain on the opposite side, "Little brother, have you seen this mountain? If you climb this mountain, you will leave the Roland Empire!"

Ron was taken aback and looked at Vivienne. Before he knew it, he had reached the border of the Roland Empire.

"What's the name of the next city from here?" Ron asked after thinking about it.

"Caishibao!" The middle-aged man said confidently, "Little brother, you are asking the right person. I am familiar with this area, and I'm doing business in Caishibao!"

"Colorful Stone Fort is no longer within the scope of the Roland Empire?" Ron asked.

"No!" The middle-aged man answered readily.

Ron's heart became active. Since there is no chance in the Roland Empire, it is better to go to Caishibao to try, maybe you can recruit people?

Because he has not been able to recruit people, this has been a big blow to Ron. He has relaxed from the initial fifteen-year-old teenager to any age, as long as he can recruit people.

"Is there a necromancer in that place called Caishibao?" Ron asked.

"Of course there are, and many more!" The middle-aged man said with a smile, "Little brother, are you still thinking about enrolling students? Listen to my uncle's advice, don't think about it, this is simply unrealistic... "

Ron was silent for a while without speaking.

The middle-aged man came over and said, "Little brother, I think you are also a necromancer, right? Seeing you are not old, it is a pity to learn necromantic magic, so let me send you to Caishi Fort and tell you , This area is not so peaceful......"

Ron smiled and waved his hand politely, "Thank you, no more!"

"Hehe, don't you look down on Uncle?" The middle-aged man's voice was slightly dissatisfied. He shook his muscles and said with a smile, "I'm not telling you, I'm still a powerful junior swordsman. Well, in our village, that is also a strong one..."

Vivian covered her mouth and laughed.

"Hey...hey...how did you leave?" The middle-aged man yelled loudly when he saw Ron leaving.

Ron left without looking back.

Looking at Ron’s leaving back, the middle-aged man murmured to himself, “What a weird man, what a bad thing to learn at a young age, but he wants to learn undead magic, and he won’t let me **** him. Okay. I won’t tell you that the war just ended there..."