"It really is as you expected."
Elaenor Wood was somewhat incredulous.
Within the same academy, there were such deep intrigues.
The headmaster personally set a trap, intending to kill fellow disciples, shift hate, and take away Baylor Davenport.
"Even more unexpected events are yet to come." Julius Reed urged the Mont Horse, galloping wildly on the snow. "If I'm not mistaken, after everything is done, Knox Michael will die due to an 'accident.' As for whether it's at the hands of Curtis Channing, no one can guess."
"To silence and kill witnesses?" Elaenor Wood laughed loudly: "Master, what a plan you've destroyed! You've completely ruined it! I bet that headmaster is gnashing his teeth at you, isn't he? As for Knox Michael, you've probably saved him, and he might not even realize it!"
"Otherwise, would he have to personally thank me?" Julius Reed also smiled slightly.
Two horses, two people.
Crossing the icy plain!
Heading straight to Boulevard Mountain.
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