LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

"Not convinced?"

Oliver glanced at these students, and the strength contained in it made them shut up.

He said coldly: "Did Marshal Keller say what methods are prohibited?"

The students shook their heads.

"That's it."

Oliver's cold voice echoed throughout the square: "This is an identity card that someone got based on their ability. No matter how much you refuse to accept it, just hold it in!"

"..."

"By the way, let me introduce myself. I, Oliver Rossiter, will be the honorary chief instructor of your new class."

Seeing the bright eyes of the students, Oliver smiled secretly, but said calmly: "In the future, I will make training plans for you from time to time. Do you have any questions?"

"No!" replied in unison.

The students all turned red with excitement.

That's Marshal Rost!

Imperial Blade, a legend among legends!

Being able to get his guidance is like a dream.

"Well, that's it for today."

…

Ares returned to his dormitory and went to the bathroom immediately.

He was born to love cleanliness, and of course he would not wrong himself if he had the conditions.

only--

Ares, who came out in a bathrobe, suddenly stiffened when he saw the figure sitting in the living room.

If it wasn't Marshal Rost, whom we had just met, who was it?

"Good evening, Ares." Oliver slowly smiled.

If his colleagues saw this smile, they would probably be shocked.

God knows that Marshal Olivier is called a thousand-year iceberg, but it also melts?

Ares frowned instinctively: "Your Majesty Marshal, this is my private domain."

Even if the person in front of him could bring him unusual throbbing, Ares was still not happy that his territory was being violated.

"Oh." Oliver said with a normal expression, "Maybe you haven't gotten the news yet-"

He stood up and approached the man whose hair was still dripping with water: "From now on, for the next six years, I will be your... roommate at the First Military Academy."

Ares: "!!!"

It was rare to see her blank expression, and His Majesty the Marshal was satisfied.

Suppressing the idea of ​​recording this scene with his personal terminal, he looked at the towel in Ares' hand: "Perhaps you can dry your hair first?"

Ares turned around and entered his room expressionlessly.

When he walked out again, he had put on a neat uniform and his hair was dry and soft again.

"This is the arrangement of the college." This was the reply given to him by his robot butler just now.

"Are you here? Just in time, dinner has just been delivered." Oliver sat in front of the dining table and greeted him very naturally.

Ares: "..." It's really hard to imagine that the person in front of him is actually the Marshal, who is rumored to be very difficult to get close to.

You know, the Rost family also used many methods to get close to the Marshal, but failed.

He paused for a moment, then walked naturally to the opposite side of Oliver and sat down.

Regardless of his status as a marshal or his roommate, there seems to be no reason to refuse.

When he got closer, Ares was surprised to find that these were his favorite dishes.

He glanced at Oliver with some confusion, and it was difficult to convince himself that these were all coincidences.

Oliver served him a bowl of soup with a smile.

Ares: "..." I always feel that this bowl of soup is extremely heavy.

Could it be that the person in front of me is a fake marshal?

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Continue to cultivate immortality.