Ragnar Frost is a straightforward person.
Straightforward people always get caught in sches.
Julius Reed, with just a few words, has already gotten a good sense of the situation at Ocean Academy.
Oh boy!
Brant Fairbanks truly earns his na as a hypocrite, continually using Knox Michael and even planning to eliminate him in this sche!
However, Julius Reed is quite intrigued by the so-called forbidden books of Ocean Academy.
What kind of books could cause Ocean Academy to expel Curtis Channing and even hunt him down?
And what is Brant Fairbanks’ purpose in practicing the forbidden books?
Upon hearing Julius Reed’s inquiry, Ragnar Frost thought for a mont, but couldn’t recall any cultivation technique from their sect.
"Do not ntion anything about the forbidden books inside the academy." He lowered his voice and gestured for Julius Reed to be quiet. "Since Curtis Channing stole the forbidden books, discussing this matter within the academy has been prohibited! The academy has issued an edict that anyone who dares discuss it privately will have their skills wasted and be expelled from the academy!"
"Now there’s only you and here. The dean has rashly accepted as a disciple and entrusted with important responsibilities. I have to understand the situation. In case I encounter Curtis Channing on the road and he’s got so strange cultivation technique, I need to be able to resist a bit." Julius Reed sat by the stone, lowering his voice as well to prevent those disciples far away from hearing.
"That’s true!" The honest Ragnar Frost thought about it and felt those words made a lot of sense. "You’re new, having just arrived at the academy. Being this cautious and careful is perfectly correct. The dean wasn’t wrong in choosing you, you’re very exceptional!"
After saying this, he closed his eyes and started reminiscing.
"Years ago, when the forbidden book was stolen, it alard the entire academy. Even a few martial arts masters, who were deeply focused on studying martial arts in the academy’s cave houses, ca out exceptionally! There’s sothing you might not know."
As Ragnar Frost recalled, he narrated to the new academy mber in front of him, who was also his savior: "Curtis Channing was the son of the academy’s dean! After that incident, Dean Holden Carmichael felt guilty towards the academy, resigned from his position, and died in seclusion after a year. Dean Fairbanks was appointed during that critical ti."
"If Curtis Channing hadn’t stolen the forbidden books, would he have beco the next dean?" The more Julius Reed listened, the more fascinating he found the story.
Decades ago, Brant Fairbanks was already this cunning!
He dared to plot against both the dean and the dean’s son!
It’s almost inspirational, managing to push both father and son aside and beco the new dean.
"Logically, yes. However, the academy’s rules were strict. In those days at Ocean Academy, Curtis Channing was also the top among the younger generation. Even if Holden Carmichael wasn’t the dean, Curtis Channing was stable. Unfortunately, he was too eager for success, which led him down a dark path..." Ragnar Frost sighed with regret.
"From what you’re saying, Ocean Academy isn’t solely controlled by the dean, there are martial arts masters behind it?" Julius Reed didn’t want to miss any detail.
This mysterious force, which he had never heard of before, was far too enigmatic.
Now that Ocean Academy was making its mark, it could beco an obstacle on his road in the future.
It must be understood!
"The martial arts masters are the core strength of Ocean Academy! They have significant influence, but they only appear when the academy faces a major crisis. Every hundred years, the academy sends out outstanding talents, and through selection by the martial arts masters, they can beco new martial arts masters. But there are only six positions. Only when one dies of old age can a new one take over."
Ragnar Frost didn’t expect that the honest child in front of him would be drawing him out for information, so he shared everything about Ocean Academy.
"If soone in the academy were to practice the forbidden books, what would happen?" Julius Reed asked again.
It now seed that Brant Fairbanks continually used Knox Michael, likely because he feared these people.
Otherwise, as the dean and vice dean have been bought over, what else is there to fear?
"Kill! The martial arts masters would personally co forward and kill those practicing the forbidden books!" Ragnar Frost’s voice was low and somber: "This is the academy’s bottom line! Forbidden books must not be touched!"
"What if the dean practices it?" Julius Reed whispered: "Kill him too?"
"Don’t speak nonsense! If the dean hears these words, your future would be ruined! Although the dean is magnanimous, the words ’forbidden books’ must never be ntioned!" Ragnar Frost glanced around, seeing those disciples far in the dark, unable to hear them.
"If the dean practices it, he’ll be killed too!" He said in a voice just loud enough to be heard.
"Thank you, Elder Ragnar, I have one last question." Julius Reed whispered in his ear again, "In the forbidden books, is there any martial arts that can dramatically increase one’s cultivation?"
Returning to the initial question, Ragnar Frost was evasive, clearly knowing sothing.
After chatting for a while, he beca sowhat more relaxed and less guarded.
"When the martial arts masters ca forward that year, we convened overnight to discuss the whereabouts of the lost forbidden book. To prevent Curtis Channing from abusing the cultivation techniques, the martial arts masters told us about so of its content. One of them, which you ntioned before, involved concocting a potion to burn the potential in one’s body, which would result in significant casualties if used on death warriors."
After their conversation, Ragnar Frost felt quite friendly towards the new disciple in front of him, so he shared openly.
"Another thod required continuously using dicines to unleash the potential within one’s body. This thod was too pernicious! The potion would soak the body, turning it into a vessel, and the spiritual power within would be absorbed by the body. Once the cultivation technique was perfected, it would reduce the person to ashes... But strangely, the content of the forbidden book hasn’t shown up for decades. Not even when fighting Curtis Channing."
At this point, Ragnar Frost stopped speaking.
But Julius Reed understood.
This is akin to raising pigs.
Baylor Davenport is very likely a pig waiting for slaughter right now.
Brant Fairbanks must have spent a lot of herbs on her.
"Elder Ragnar, Dean Fairbanks has reprimanded you for your ineffective actions and asks you to return." After asking, Julius Reed naturally had to take out Brant Fairbanks’ handwritten note.
The order still had to be conveyed.
"Thank you, Dean." Ragnar Frost wanted to get up, but Julius Reed stopped him: "The dean knows you’re not well. If he doesn’t say it this way, he’s worried you’d still try to go to Boulevard. You must understand his good intentions!"
"This..." Ragnar Frost was stunned. He thought his failure in action led to the dean’s reprimand, not realizing there was this reason. "Thank the dean for !"
His eyes were a little moist.
Of course, these words were said by Julius Reed.
Brant Fairbanks wanted to kill Ragnar Frost!
"In that case, I’ll take the person away first. Elder Ragnar, we’ll et again!" Julius Reed cupped his fists in salute and turned to those disciples: "Where is Baylor Davenport, bring her to !"
"Go. Bring the person out!" Ragnar Frost instantly beca spirited.
Ten seconds later.
Baylor Davenport stepped out of the darkness.
Upon seeing Julius Reed, she said with so surprise, "It’s you!"
Baylor Davenport’s eyes shimred with emotion!
Love was in the air!
If Baylor Davenport wanted to marry a hero!
Then that day in the camp when Julius Reed suddenly acted, defeating the strong enemy to save her, he was like a superhero!
"Don’t love , there’s no outco." Julius Reed said in passing as he walked past her.
Heartbreaker!
It seems like the ’seventh day’ of my position as North Sea’s prospective prince hasn’t even ended yet.
I don’t even know if the grass on the tomb is growing lush and green.
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