LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

Ron was thrown down but he was honest and stood aside calmly.

When the sun rises from the east, all the new students have arrived.

I don't know when, a smiling old man stood on the podium in front.

He was wearing very casual white loose clothes that were similar to training clothes. He had a kind expression and looked no different from any kind old man.

But most of the students present took a breath, and even Ares opened his eyes slightly.

Because they all recognized who the old man in front of them was - His Excellency Marshal Keller, the former military commander of the empire and the commander-in-chief of the forty-eighth army of the Tamar system.

Of course, now it is His Excellency the retired Marshal.

"Hello, young guys." Marshal Keller said with a smile.

Many people showed excitement on their faces. This legendary old marshal was the idol in many people's minds.

They didn't expect that the college would give them such a big surprise on just the first day.

Old Marshal Keller did not come to simply greet them: "I am here today to teach you the first lesson."

The smile on the old man's face faded, and his gentle brown eyes finally revealed the owner's sharp side when he was not smiling: "The ID tags on each of you have a number on it, which is your enrollment number. Comprehensive performance ranking at that time, from first to 100th.”

That's right, the First Military Academy only admits one hundred freshmen every year.

"Today's first lesson is, grab! Use your wisdom and force to get the identity cards in other people's hands. Before sunset, the top-ranked identity card in your hand will become yours in the next year. The ranking of freshmen in this college. And this ranking will also determine the level of resources you can obtain in the next year."

Uh-huh!

As soon as the old marshal said these words, Ares felt several burning eyes falling on him.

As the chief, the number on his identity card is naturally - 1.

The corners of Ares's lips raised slightly: The academy is going to cause trouble!

However, this way of talking with fists... he likes it!

He slowly rolled up his cuffs.

Ron on the side looked at his action, swallowed his saliva, and smiled very flatteringly: "Ares, do you need a partner?"

…

The academy’s surveillance room.

Old Marshal Keller was lying on a large and comfortable lounge chair, with a cup of steaming tea beside him.

His eyes fell in front of him, where the entire room and dozens of screens were broadcasting live broadcasts of the situation in the square.

There was a man standing in front of the screen.

He was wearing a military uniform, and only a vague back could be seen against the light, but from this simple back, the iron-blooded military temperament came to his face.

Old Marshal Keller slowly took a sip of tea and said, "This year's freshmen have some pretty good prospects."

He looked at the man in front of him and said with a smile, "Don't you think so, Oliver?"

The man named Oliver was staring at a certain direction on the screen.

In the picture, a man with a delicate and beautiful face as cold as frost and snow was mercilessly removing the joints of his opponent's arms.

finally found you. He raised the corners of his lips.

Turning around, the meticulous man bowed to Old Marshal Keller: "You are right, teacher."