LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here! - Chapter 818

When Ron was thrown, he was honest, and Anan stood on one side.

When the sun rises from the east, the new students are all coming together.

I don’t know when a smiling old man stood on the stage at the front.

He was wearing a very casual, white loose clothes like a practical clothes, and looked kind and friendly. He looked at it and made no difference with any kind old man.

But most of the students in the field took a sigh of relief, and even Ares slightly widened his eyes.

Because they all recognize who the old man is in front of him – the former commander of the empire, the commander of the forty-eighth army of the Tamar, and the lord of Marshal Keller.

Of course, now is the retired Marshal.

“Young guys, how are you,” said Keller’s old marshal.

Many people have a look of excitement, the legendary old marshal, is the idol of many people.

They didn’t think of it, but on the first day, the college gave them such a big surprise.

The old Marshal of Keller did not come to them with a simple greeting: “I am here today to come to you for the first lesson.”

The smile on the old man’s face was closed. The gentle brown eyes didn’t smile, and finally revealed the sharp side of the master: “The identity cards on each of you have a number on it. That is your admission. The overall ranking of the time, from the first to the hundredth.”

Yes, the first military academy only recruits 100 new students every year.

“Today’s first lesson is, grab! Use your wisdom, your force, to get the identity card in the hands of others. Before sunset, your top identity card will become your next year, The ranking of freshmen in this college. And this ranking will also determine the level of resources you can get in the next year.”

Hey!

When the old marshal said this sentence, Ares felt the burning gaze that fell on himself.

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

Ares’ lips are faintly provoked: the college is going to do things!

However, this way of speaking by fist… he likes it!

He slowly rolled up his cuffs.

On the side of Ron looked at his movement, swallowed and swallowed, very charming smile: “Aris, do you need a cooperative partner?”

……

The college’s monitoring room.

The old Marshal Keller was lying on a large, comfortable lounge chair with a steaming tea on the side.

His eyes fell on the front, and the entire room, dozens of screens, was broadcasting live on the square.

There is still a man standing in front of the screen.

He was wearing a military uniform and could only see a vague back against the light, but with this simple back, the irony military temperament came to him.

The old Marshal of Keller slowly sipped a cup of tea: “This year’s freshmen, there are a few very good seedlings.”

He looked at the man in front of him with a smile: “Do you say it, Olivia?”

The man named Oliwen is now staring at a certain direction on the screen.

In the picture, the man with delicate face and icy frosty snow, unscrupulously unloaded his opponent’s arms and joints.

Finally I find you. He hooked his lips.

Turning around, the meticulous man was facing the old Keller Marshal: “You are right, teacher.”