<h4>Chapter 1664: Chapter 1664: Adaptation</h4>


    Mateo Miller was in a panic!


    Caught off guard!


    The warhorse arrived silently and without warning!


    He hastily dodged, but his right leg was still trampled by the horse’s hoof!


    Blood stained his pants red, with bone fragments faintly piercing through the fabric, mingling with the blood.


    But in the end, he survived.


    Despite everything, Mateo Miller, an instructor at the academy, endured the excruciating pain and stood up on one leg!


    The knife in his hand was stuck in the snow, struggling to maintain his bnce.


    "Big brother!"


    After a brief distraction, the assassins quickly rushed over to support Mateo Miller!


    At the same time, they raised their long knives, warily watching the two people and the horse in front of them!


    "Did you see?" Julius Reed pointed at Mateo Miller, leaning in to whisper to Baylor Davenport, smiling: "You should be quite familiar with this person."


    Without him saying so, Baylor Davenport had already noticed Mateo Miller.


    The naive from The North Sea widened her eyes, too shocked to speak.


    If Julius Reed hadn’t arrived in time, the knife in Mateo Miller’s hand would have already severed Ragnar Frost’s head!


    But... but isn’t this instructor the closest person to the principal?


    Why is this happening?


    "Are they... are they spies arranged by ck-wind Academy?" Baylor Davenport turned around, somewhat at a loss, looking at Julius Reed.


    No matter what, she couldn’t ept that the instructor she saw every day, the principal’s trusted aide, was now trying to kill Elder Ragnar Frost in this deste snowy wilderness!


    Recalling what Julius Reed said on the horse earlier, Baylor Davenport felt her scalp go numb.


    "We at ck-wind Academy won’t take the me for this!"


    Curtis Channing’s voice came from behind them.


    The carriage stopped.


    The people from ck-wind Academy slowly followed behind Curtis Channing, approaching.


    "Mateo Miller, what do you mean by wearing my ck-wind Academy’s uniform?" Curtis Channing pointed at the already injured, pale Mateo Miller, and said with a smile, "I don’t recall you ever joining my ck-wind Academy."


    Upon hearing this, Mateo Miller’s face grew even paler.


    He nced at Baylor Davenport, then at Julius Reed, and with a determined heart, pointed at Curtis Channing, angrily using, "Curtis Channing, you dispose of people when they’re no longer needed! I worked for you, and in the end, you want to kill me!"


    "Oh really?" Curtis Channing chuckled lightly: "If you say you’re mine, why don’t you kneel when you see me?"


    "I..." Mateo Miller’s face flushed red!


    He couldn’t possibly kneel!


    This was an insult!


    "If you don’t want to, I’ll help you myself!"


    Swish!


    Curtis Channing turned into a blur, instantly appearing in front of Mateo Miller!


    He kicked out viciously!


    Crack!


    Mateo Miller’s intact leg was directly broken!


    The instructor, now without legs, knelt directly on the ground, cold sweat flowing from his forehead.


    His body trembled like a sieve!


    Pain!


    The pain almost made him lose consciousness!


    Mateo Miller’s mind went nk, unable to suppress his wails.


    "Remember, I’m teaching you ck-wind Academy’s rules. If you want to frame me again, at least try to act more convincingly and send some experts over!"


    Curtis Channing looked down with his hands behind his back, his tone dripping with disdain: "Such vermin dare tarnish my reputation!"


    "Curtis Channing, I’ll kill you!" Losing both legs, Mateo Miller’s eyes turned red, and he swung the long knife in his hand!


    As he struck, Curtis Channing instantly kicked out with his right foot!


    Crack!


    Mateo Miller’s hand holding the knife was immediately broken!


    The long knife flew more than a dozen meters away,nding in the snow.


    "Scoundrel!" Curtis Channing bent down, grabbed Mateo Miller’s neck, and lifted him up!


    Then!


    Crack!


    Snapped!


    With Mateo Miller’s death, the remaining people panicked instantly.


    "Lord Curtis Channing, spare us, it was all Mateo Miller who made us do it! Please have mercy, let us go..."


    The assassins threw their knives on the ground, kowtowing and pleading for mercy desperately.


    The thick snow on the ins was pounded intorge pits.


    "Tell me, who sent you." Curtis Channing pped his hands, walked over, and helped the fallen Ragnar Frost up. "Old fellow, I saved you twice! Didn’t kill you thest time, saved you this time. Tell me, how will you thank me?"


    "Old Curtis, tell me honestly, was it you who stole the forbidden book back then?" Ragnar Frost grabbed his hand tightly, his eyes fixed on Curtis Channing: "Honestly, I feel I’m at the end... I, Ragnar Frost, have lived my life and cannot die without understanding!"


    "Old Ragnar, don’t tease me!" Curtis Channing’s face darkened instantly, pressing the pulse on his right hand and immediately shouting: "Quick! Lift him into the carriage!"


    "It’s no use." Ragnar Frost shook his head, his pale lips weakly speaking: "Tell me..."


    "I’ve told you countless times! I didn’t steal the forbidden book! Knox Michael framed me! Old Ragnar, hang in there, you’re going to be fine!" Curtis Channing’s eyes were red, his arms tightly hugging Ragnar Frost!


    When Ocean Academy and ck-wind Academy meet, it’s never-ending.


    Yet the two academy seniors appeared as if they were old friends now.


    "Haha... cough cough." Ragnar Frost waved his hand: "I’m fine, just deliberately suppressed my pulse just now. Old Curtis, I wronged you. Once I return to the academy, I will expose Brant Fairbanks’ crimes and restore your innocence!"


    After saying this, Curtis Channing was stunned.


    Wasn’t he about to die?


    Wasn’t he not going to make it?


    He hastily grabbed Ragnar Frost’s pulse.


    What a guy!


    It’s beating strongly!


    "Old rascal, you tricked me!" Curtis Channing let go, and Ragnar Frost fell onto the snow with a painful ’ouch’.


    "Bullshit, you always called me a pedant, now I’ve adapted, and you treat me like this?" Knowing Curtis Channing’s innocence, Ragnar Frost’s attitude changed immediately.


    Back at the academy, they were good friends.


    Butter, when the rumors of Curtis Channing practicing the forbidden book spread, Ragnar Frost severed ties, ending all contact with Curtis Channing.


    Yet he never expected it would be a lie, a lie that deceived the entire academy.


    "This matter, we must n carefully. If you rashly expose Brant Fairbanks, not only will you fail to topple him, but you’ll also alert him." Curtis Channingughed, finding this old fellow’s lying to be quite endearing.


    "Alright!" Ragnar Frost grimaced in pain: "Quickly get me into the carriage!"


    The collision was only superficial and didn’t cause any severe injuries.


    "Hurry!" With a wave of Curtis Channing’s hand, ck-wind Academy’s people immediately ran over, lifting Ragnar Frost and sprinting toward the carriage.


    On the horse, Baylor Davenport seemed to have been struck by lightning.


    She was smart and, of course, understood what was happening.


    "Then what I practiced..."


    Baylor Davenport pointed at herself, turned her head woodenly, and looked at Julius Reed.


    Terror filled her eyes.


    "The forbidden book." When Julius Reed spoke these words, Baylor Davenport shivered and began to cry.


    "Just the forbidden book, no need to panic like this." Julius Reed patted her shoulder: "As long as you cooperate with me, I have a way to save you."


    "Really?" Baylor Davenport cried tears of joy.


    She had experienced deception, fear, and now found safety once more in this man’s presence.


    "But the principal..."


    "Your principal is definitely not my opponent." Julius Reed nced at Curtis Channing: "The rest, you handle it yourself."


    "Spare me!


    The academy people once again pleaded for mercy.


    "Kill them all!" Curtis Channing said in a deep voice: "Those who tarnish my name cannot be allowed to live!"