LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

A day passes quickly for the students in the square.

After the fiery red ball on the horizon finally sank unwillingly, only two people were still standing in the entire square.

One is Ares and the other is Ron.

Ares was clean, and he still had the identity tag on his chest - there was no doubt that number one belonged to him.

Ron, on the other hand, had a bunch of ID cards in his hand. He picked through them, and finally got the second-place one, and threw all the others to the ground.

The students lying on the ground: "..." Mu De deserves a beating!

As the day passed, Ron Qiang explained to all the students what it means to win by hugging your thighs and lying down.

This guy didn't even exert any effort following Ares!

Ta, tap, tap.

The steady and rhythmic sound of footsteps reached everyone's ears.

This sound was familiar to them, it was the sound of military boots hitting the ground.

A figure that seemed to be elongated by the setting sun walked towards this side from far to near.

Because of the light, the students couldn't see clearly who was coming. They could only vaguely see that it was a man with a handsome figure.

Until I get the figure and get closer, then get closer...

"hiss!"

"Did I see the wrong person?"

"Is it your Excellency Marshal Rost?"

Ares looked intently at the man walking from afar under the setting sun.

He knows who he is. It can be said that in the entire Tamar Empire, there should be no one who doesn't know who this man is.

Imperial Blade.

Olivier Rossiter.

The youngest marshal of the empire.

For the students, the old Marshal Keller they saw in the morning was just a legendary figure often seen in history textbooks and film and television materials. Then, Marshal Rost in front of him is a real person, with his strength and military exploits, he often appears in the empire news.

They are also the most powerful heroes in the minds of these people who are determined to join the army!

For Ares, none of this matters.

He didn't have any idols, nor did he have any respect for the marshal in front of him.

But the moment he saw this man's true appearance, his heart suddenly beat fiercely.

Excited as if meeting a destined opponent.

His eyes suddenly became sharp.

How sharp are Oliver's senses?

He came back to his senses and did not feel angry when he met the young and energetic new student's direct, almost rude gaze.

He looked at each other, looked away, and turned to look at the other students.

"Good evening, fellow students."

"Good evening, Marshal." Many people said excitedly.

Oliver did not greet them, but pointed to some identity tags that Ron had just thrown on the ground: "Are you sure you don't need these things? It is not only a leveling of your future resource levels, but also -"

His sharp eyes scanned the entire audience, full of oppression: "You can stay in this college, please prove your identity."

Like a drop of water dropped into boiling hot oil.

Swish, swish, swish!

Those students who did not leave any identity cards in their hands moved quickly, and all the identity cards on the ground were snatched up in an instant.

"Your Excellency, Marshal, his identity card is not legitimate at all, and I don't accept it!" A student suddenly pointed at Ron and said loudly.

Several students also spoke with annoyance.

"that is!"

"We have no problem with Ares taking first place, but this Ron has done nothing at all."

"We are not convinced!"