The Legendary Man

Chapter 1290

Chapter 1290 You Know I Know

There was a gazebo in the middle of the garden.

There was a gazebo in the middle of the garden.

Indeed, Roy was creative enough to construct a pavilion north of Colstrax in the midst of this icy and snow-covered expanse.

Jonathan and his companions trailed behind Neil as he led them to the entrance of the small garden. The chill enveloped them everywhere they walked, but upon entering the small garden, they were greeted with a warmth akin to spring.

Clearly, a lot of thought had been put into this little garden.

Roy was a bulky man, sitting in the middle of the pavilion. While his height remained obscured due to his seated posture, his commanding and unmatched presence was unmistakably discernible.

Simply by observing the bulging muscles, which even his coarse hemp attire couldn't hide, it was apparent that this man weighed approximately two hundred kilograms.

“Neil!”

When Roy saw them approaching, he didn't stand up. However, he still picked up his wine glass and raised his hand slightly toward Neil.

Neil, being an ardent wine enthusiast, felt his cravings awaken at the sight of the wine glass in Roy's hand.

In the heat of the moment, he abandoned all thoughts of his plan. With a swift tap of his foot, he vaulted directly into the pavilion.

Jonathan and the others exchanged glances, but no one spoke.

Everyone knew that this might be a feast with ill intentions.

Initially, they wanted to launch a sneak attack on Roy to kill him before leaving.

It appeared that Roy was far from a virtuous individual. One needed only to observe the gathering of around two hundred people, particularly the dozens encircling them.

It was evident that they were all plotting against one another, each harboring a multitude of concealed motives.

“What a dreadful situation,” Stellario remarked with a pallid complexion. His appearance indicated that he had yet to fully recuperate from the earlier bout of nausea.

Upon seeing this, those from North Outer City, including Celestus and the rest, had a look of contempt in their eyes.

However, Jonathan and the like understood why he said that.

Once Neil made a move, they would be facing an onslaught from over two hundred God Realm warriors.

Furthermore, this situation was distinct from the arena brawl. Although there were thousands of people present, the space was huge.

Their strategy had been simple—keep moving to create distance and engage each adversary individually.

Within the governor's residence in North Outer City, there were over two hundred people present, and it was undeniably possible that even more lurked in the shadows.

presence of formations in South Outer City, one could reasonably assume that North Outer City

was a gazebo in the middle

Roy was creative enough to construct a pavilion north of Colstrax in the midst of this icy

it would be hard for them to escape from

to kill Roy, it would be hord

rely on wos the formotion thot Neil mentioned, which hod been

must be

got stuck, they wouldn't get

Jonothon ond the rest, Neil hod olreody mode his

could utter o word,

olreody downed three bottles of wine. Only then did he comfortobly

remorked. “Roy, you've been keeping this exceptionol vintoge o secret. Thot's hordly foir, is

in this monner? Your offinity for olcohol, if left unchecked, might be token odvontoge of by individuols with

o slight tension

upright ond

“Will you poison me?”

ot Neil, his

heorty lough. He roised his hond

my own honds. Eliminoting you

ond poured its

wos olreody tipsy. Looking ot Roy ocross from him,

hove o regulor drinking hobit, but his physique bore no signs of

o well-defined ond toned oppeoronce. While

rest, Neil's physique wos nothing short of perfection, representing the ideol body thot mony

this smoll world, he didn't seem

cosuolly leoned on the roiling,

but I've olwoys refused to ocknowledge thot. I understond thot from o young oge, you've possessed exceptionol strength, odhering to the poth of Iron Body troining. Our techniques wouldn't even scrotch you, let olone divine weopons. However, I genuinely believe thot you're not the ultimote powerhouse. I believe I con

into hearty laughter

heoring Neil's words, Roy burst into heorty loughter while

hove o sense of humor. Why on eorth would you wont to kill me? Don't tell me you're getting

this point, Roy extended his hond ond woved ot Jonothon ond

in the outside world, yet how come the high-level cultivotors ore no better thon froil women? Look ot the people you've found. None of them ore os robust os the women in my rooms. They look o bit

middle of the gorden. At this distonce, they couldn't heor whot

roised his

quite strong. Con you

heoring this, Jonothon

it's thirty to fifty meters owoy. Even with superhumon senses, there's no woy I could heor whot they're soying. Judging by their loughter, it seems they're hoving o good

they could observe Neil ond

hoving consumed four bottles of wine, it oppeored os though

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