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MTL - LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!-Chapter 819 Was it turned into an imperial male god? 5
One day for the students on the square, it will soon pass.
After the flaming ball of the sky finally sank completely, the two people standing still in the square, only two left.
One is Ares and the other is Ron.
Ares is clean and his identity card is still missing from his chest - no doubt, the first is his.
On the hands of Ron, he took a big string of identity cards. He picked and picked, and finally got the second place and threw everything else to the ground.
The students lying on the ground: "..." Mad is owed!
The time of the day passed, Ron's strength explained to all the students, what is called holding the thigh to win.
This guy has not had a bit of strength behind Ares!
嗒, 嗒, 嗒.
Calm and rhythmic footsteps are introduced into the ears of everyone.
They are no strangers to this voice, the sound of military boots knocking on the ground.
A figure that seems to have been stretched by the setting sun has moved far and near, and has come to this side.
Because against the light, the students couldn’t see who it was, only to see that it was a handsome man.
Until I get to the figure, I will come closer...
"hiss!"
"Have I read the wrong person?"
"Is Lord Marshal Rost?"
Ares was fixed to see the man who came from afar in the sunset.
He knows who he is. It can be said that the entire Tamar Empire, no one should not know who this man is.
The blade of the empire.
Olivia Rost.
The youngest marshal of the empire.
If you see the old Keller Marshal they saw in the morning, they are legends who have often seen in history textbooks and film and television materials. Then, the Marshal Rost in front of him is real, with strength and martial arts, often appearing in the Empire News.
It is also the one who is united in the army, the most powerful hero in my heart!
For Ares, these are not important.
He does not have any idols, and there is no cult plot for the marshal in front of him.
But when he saw the man's true moment, his heart suddenly and fiercely jumped.
As if encountering the excitement of a destined opponent.
His eyes suddenly sharpened.
How is Owen's sense of sensitivity?
He returned to God and was not angry at the rude, direct look of the young and energetic new student.
He glanced at him and looked away from his eyes and turned to other students.
"Good evening, everyone."
"Mr. Marshal, good evening." Many people said excitedly.
Olivin didn't chill with them, but pointed to some identity cards that had just been thrown on the ground by Ron: "These things, are you sure you don't need it? It's not just the level of your future resource level, it's also --"
His sharp eyes glanced at the audience and were full of oppression: "You can stay in this college, proof of identity."
Just like a drop of water dripping into the boiling hot oil.
Hey!
The students who did not leave their identity cards in their hands were moving quickly, and the identity cards on the ground were instantly robbed.
"Lord Marshal, his identity card is not just right, I am not satisfied!" A student suddenly pointed to Ron and said loudly.
Several students have also opened their mouths and their voices are not good.
"Yes!"
"Aris took the first place and we didn't have any opinions, but this Ron didn't do anything at all."
"We are not satisfied!"