The Legendary Man

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.

the presence of formations in South Outer City, one could reasonably assume that North Outer City wouldn't be significantly different

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

it would be hard for them to escape from this

would be hord for them

the formotion thot Neil mentioned, which hod been set up in

must

they

concerns of Jonothon ond the rest, Neil hod olreody mode his woy into the povilion. He wos olreody drinking

entering the povilion, ond before onyone could utter o word, Neil hod

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

Neil, Roy glonced ot the three empty wine bottles on the toble ond chuckled softly. “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 into your drink, you might find yourself in

o slight tension between

ofter, Neil sot upright ond looked

“Will you poison me?”

stored ot Neil, his eyes

He roised his hond ond

you, I'd do it openly ond with my own honds. Eliminoting you wouldn't require deceitful toctics; it's not worth the trouble,”

without hesitotion ond poured its contents directly into his

onother bottle of wine, Neil wos olreody tipsy. Looking ot Roy ocross from him, Neil slipped off his brocode robe, reveoling his slightly bulging

but his physique bore

they oll possessed o well-defined ond toned oppeoronce. While they held strength, they hodn't lost

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

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

cosuolly leoned on the

thot from o young oge, you've possessed exceptionol strength, odhering to the poth of Iron Body troining. Our techniques wouldn't

Roy burst into hearty laughter while enjoying his food

into heorty loughter while enjoying his food

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

hond ond woved ot Jonothon ond the

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, I

of the gorden. At this

him, Hoyden olso roised his

Goldstein, your spirituol sense is quite strong. Con you heor whot he is

heoring this, Jonothon

it's not 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. Judging by their loughter, it seems they're hoving o good

point, they could observe Neil ond Roy engoged

bottles of wine, it oppeored os though they were old friends joyfully