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The Mercenary Station had long been destroyed to the point that it looked like it was in ruins. All the mercenaries looked at each other in dismay. They didn't think that the battle between the two Saint realm experts would end in such a way.

"Heavens, I actually saw the battle between Saint realm experts!" A mercenary said excitedly.

"Yeah, that's amazing! When will I have such power? " Another mercenary said.

"Then... That drunkard is so strong! " It was a perfect sword, and it was unknown how many millions of times he had to temper himself before being able to stab out with that perfect sword. That seemingly ordinary sword seemed to have no power at all, but it was this sword which had caused Wharton's powerful flames to disappear into nothingness.

Although Wharton wasn't injured, he knew that he had lost. He had truly lost. He had used all of his power, but his opponent still had room for manoeuvre. To be able to resolve Wharton's battle skill at all cost … Wharton knew that his opponent was even more powerful than him.

"Lord Kirby, although I have lost, that heretic is extremely important to the Holy Church. I hope that you can give me face and allow me to take him away. For this, we can pay a considerable price!" As he spoke, he bowed.

The Holy Church had plenty of money. Actually, it wasn't just money; the Holy Church could say that they had everything they wanted. Wharton believed that as long as he agreed, the Holy Church could set a price that would make his heart tremble.

"I'm sorry, I refuse!"

Hearing this, Wharton's face instantly turned white, and he coldly said, "Lord Corbett, I have to remind you that if you don't end up as an enemy of the Holy Church, you better take care of yourself!"

"Let's go!"

Wharton was quite straightforward. He knew that with Kirby here today, there was no way he could take Ron away. Although he had brought an entire legion with him, in front of a Saint-level combatant, numbers were meaningless.

Although Wharton was also a Saint-level expert and a fire-style Sword Saint, in front of the Aqua Sword Saint, Kobold, who had been famous for many years, he was still a bit young.

The Holy Crusaders were quickly evacuated, the more than 10,000 people in the outer ring had left in the blink of an eye. The Griffin Army in the sky was also evacuated, leaving not a single trace behind.

"Phew!" He's finally gone! " The mercenaries felt their hearts relax. It was as if they had put down a huge rock, and the formless pressure that had been pressing down on them all this time disappeared without a trace. These people inwardly rejoiced; if these two Saint realm experts had engaged in a battle of life and death, they would inevitably be affected.

He, who had been the victor in the conflict with Wharton, wasn't feeling very well either. The Holy Church was simply too powerful, an ordinary Saint-level combatant who already possessed such tremendous power.

Strictly speaking, it could be called an act of aggression. Putting aside the fact that Kobold was the guardian of the Kingdom of Bahrain, just based on the fact that he was his hometown, Kobold would not sit idly and do nothing.

He was not worried for himself, but for the people of his hometown. If Holy Empire was determined to take revenge on him, the Kingdom of Bahrain definitely wouldn't be able to resist. The only possibility would be to ask the Roland Empire for help.

"Forget it. Since it has already happened, there's no point in thinking about it!" He looked up just in time to see Ron, who was standing in the middle of the ruins, peering over at him. "Little brother, come over here!"

Ron was stunned. "You called me?"

Envy and envy appeared in the eyes of the surrounding mercenaries. From the looks of it, the words of a Saint realm expert were extremely valuable in the eyes of this ordinary youth.

"Don't worry, he has no ill intentions towards you!" Just as Ron was hesitating, Homer spoke up. He had seen a lot of people, and he could tell what kind of person they were with a single glance. Only then did Ron walk over with relief.

Kobold sized up Ron from head to toe. At this moment, he had once again returned to his old and mischievous expression. Smiling, he said, "Thank you for your wine. Hehe, that Red Rose Wine is really not bad!"

This time, it was Ron's turn to feel embarrassed. The other party had forced back a Saint realm expert, which could be said to have indirectly saved his life. How could a few cups of red rose wine compare to him?

"Old grandpa, I should be the one thanking you! If you hadn't chased them away, I would have definitely been captured and killed by them! "

"It's fine, I don't like helping my grandson either..." Kirby said with a smile.

"Right, why are they chasing you?" Kirby asked after a moment's thought.

Rönn sighed, "I am a Necromancer and a heretic in their eyes, so …"

"Necromancer?" Kobold's eyes widened in shock as he shook his head, "Impossible …"

Looking at Ron's confused expression, Kobold explained, "Necromancers are indeed a heretic in the eyes of the Holy Church. The problem is, the Holy Church would not be able to pursue you because of a heretic, and they even sent out Saint Rulers. If that's the case, the Roland Empire has many Necromancers, but the Holy Church has yet to send out Saint Rulers to hunt you down."

Ron tightened his lips and fell silent.

Kirby smiled, "Why, is there something hard to say? If that's the case, then I won't ask anymore! "

Ron thought the old man was extremely kind and had no ill will for him, especially since he had just saved his life, so he said, "They say I'm an ancient necromancer."

"Ancient Necromancer?" He looked Ron up and down, nodded, and said, "Is this true?" Hmm, this matter of the Holy Church dispatching a Saint realm expert can be explained, but … "

Kobold thought for a moment and asked hesitantly, "I've heard of the legends of the ancient Necromancers, but I don't know if it's true!"

He looked at Ron with burning eyes. "Ron! You. "Follow me..."

"Ah?" "Where to?" Ron asked, stunned.

"Go to a place devoid of people. I want to see if the ancient necromancy are as formidable as the legends say!"

He had once seen Necromancers in the Roland Empire, and they were able to snipe at the legends of the ancient Necromancers. Now that he had the opportunity to see the real Necromancers, his heart had started to itch, and he had no ill intentions towards Ron, but was just curious.

"Go! Let him witness the power of Necromancy! " In his mind, Hou Meilin encouraged.

With a "whoosh" sound, he flew into the air, leaving the mercenaries on the ground staring at each other with their eyes wide open. Due to the distance between them, they could not hear what the two of them were saying.

The fat shop owner wanted to cry, but no tears came out. The small mercenary station he operated had been destroyed by a Saint realm expert in a single strike. It was one thing to lose money, but the most difficult thing was not knowing how to explain it to the Mercenary Union.

The mercenary station was a form of cooperation between merchants and the Mercenary Union. With the Mercenary Union's huge influence as a backing, the small mercenary stand was spread out everywhere, providing services to the mercenaries, and giving them a profit every year. Relying on the countless mercenary stations in the continent, the Mercenary Union could earn a fortune just by standing there.

… ….

"Now! Use your strongest attack to attack me! " "Don't worry, Ron, I won't hurt you."

Ron nodded, then took out his bone cane and chanted an incantation. Soon, a dozen Skeleton Bravehearts crawled out from the ground.

Kirby frowned. "That's it? Summoning a few useless skeletons doesn't seem to be that powerful. It's no different from those ordinary Necromancers! "

Ron slowly raised his head, a glint flashed across his eyes, and he softly said, "Go!"

The Skeleton Warrior brandished the bone axe in its hand and fearlessly pounced towards Kobe.

"An insignificant skill!" Kobold waved his hand gently. However, he did not see how Kobold used his strength. An invisible force was emitted from his hand and pushed towards the Skeleton Braveheart. He had only used half of his strength.

"Huh?" A look of surprise finally appeared in Kobold's eyes. He saw that the skeletons seemed to be unharmed as they easily defeated the force and charged towards their main target, Kobit.

"Interesting! "Interesting!" He increased his strength to 10%, but these Skeleton Bravehearts were still able to resist. Not only that, the sharp axes held by the Skeleton Bravehearts were incomparably nimble, and it would still be difficult for Kobe to deal with them with only 10% of his strength.

The corner of his eye twitched. On the other side, a second wave of Skeleton Bravehearts had been summoned by Ron, ready to take action.

"Hehe, the name of the ancient Necromancers is indeed well-deserved!" Kobold smilingly gave him a thumbs up, "With just these skeletons alone, at least a high-rank taxi fighter will not be a match for you!" Kirby's words revealed Ron's strength.

"Old grandpa, I'm still not home yet!" He stopped, too, tactfully, and the Skeleton Braveheart disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"It's already not bad for you to have such strength at your age!" "In time, your strength will definitely improve. Haha, I can understand why the Holy Church is so nervous now." "However, I find it strange. The ancient necromancy magic has already disappeared for more than a hundred thousand years. Why would it appear on your body?"

"Ugh …" This, this cannot be said! " Ron thought he shouldn't have said anything about his grandfather.

"Alright, since I know that you are in a difficult situation, I won't ask anymore!" This was the first time they had met, so how could there be any secrets behind this? He smiled and said, "I really look forward to your strength, the day you become a Saint realm expert. I have a feeling that you will definitely reach this level!"

A resolute expression appeared on Ron's face. "Mm, old grandpa, I will do my best!"

"If I'm not wrong, you are going to the Roland Empire, aren't you?"

Ron nodded and did not deny it.

"Rolande Empire is great, much stronger than Holy Empire. It's also known as the Free Country of Magic. You can cultivate in anything you want."

Kirby laughed heartily and said, "If there's a chance, you should go to the Roland Empire's Baroque Academy to visit my grandson and daughter. Haha, it's been so many years since we last met. You gave her time to return to the Kingdom of Bahrain to visit this old man … "

Ron nodded. "If I pass through Palovax Academy, I'll pass on the message!"

"Well, Ron, I won't take up your time either! "Let's part ways here …" Kobe smiled and slowly floated into the air. With a 'whoosh' sound, he disappeared into the sky.

"Uh, by the way, what's the name of your grandson's daughter?" Ron shouted, remembering that he hadn't asked for the name of Kirby's granddaughter yet and didn't know how to get the message through.

After a long while, Kobe's heavy voice finally came from the distant sky, "She … His name was... Xia … "Yah …"

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