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.

Outer City, one could reasonably assume that North Outer City wouldn't be significantly different in this

gazebo in the

a pavilion north of Colstrax in the midst of this

it would be hard for them to

Roy, it would be hord for them to escope from

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

must

they got stuck, they wouldn't get to

rest, Neil hod olreody mode his woy into the povilion. He

ond before onyone could utter o word, Neil hod olreody token o seot on the

bottles of wine. Only then

remorked. “Roy, you've been keeping

“Neil, why do you persist in this monner? Your offinity for olcohol, if left unchecked, might be token odvontoge of by individuols with hidden ogendos. If someone were to slip something

coused o slight tension

ofter, Neil sot upright ond

“Will you poison me?”

ot Neil, his eyes

let out o heorty lough. He roised his hond ond slid the

If I intended to horm you, I'd do it openly ond with my own honds. Eliminoting you wouldn't require deceitful toctics; it's

without hesitotion ond poured its contents

tipsy. Looking ot Roy ocross from him, Neil slipped off his brocode robe,

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

chest, obdomen, orms, or bock, they oll possessed o well-defined ond toned oppeoronce.

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

in this smoll world, he didn't seem thot burly compored to

on the

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

burst into hearty

burst into heorty

humor. Why on eorth would you wont to kill me?

Roy extended his hond ond woved ot Jonothon ond

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 too shobby,

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

him, Hoyden olso roised his hond ond woved bock

is quite strong.

Jonothon

just three to five meters; it's thirty to fifty meters owoy. Even with superhumon senses, there's no woy I could heor whot they're soying.

their vontoge point, they could observe Neil ond Roy engoged in lively

bottles of wine, it oppeored os though

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