I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 90 The Body of Steel
After all, some things are not suitable for discussion in public. After Watson and Jannings agreed on cooperation, they walked into the thick and solid black four-seater carriage and left.

Either because of the heavy body, or because of the superb driving skills of the coachman, the carriage drove very steadily, and there was hardly any bumps in the city.

The small curtain of the car window is a thin black gauze sewn with gold flecks, like a starry night sky, separating the inside and outside of the car into two worlds.

Watson put his cane inside the car door, but in fact he met Jannings on this trip, and he did not pretend to be lame and disabled at all—the two met in the woods, and he was a healthy person at that time The appearance, only the left shoulder is still injured.

In order to successfully deceive Winfreys a few days ago, the specially severed tibial nerve of the left leg was also healed during the dream walk last night-Watson signed four...or it was the secret of Major Sholto's death. Exchange the gift of velvet from the well in the forest to obtain pure vitality.

This allowed his body to return to its peak state, enough to meet today's duel!
After the two got into the carriage, they began to formally discuss the content of the duel.

"Mr. Jannings, how strong is my opponent in the next duel?"

"Mr. John, don't worry, you are still a novice in secret biography, and you are only a first-level duel performer in the club. Naturally, we will not arrange for you an opponent with too great a disparity in strength." Jannings stroked the round frame Glasses, smiled and said: "Your opponent today is the same as you, a newcomer who has just embarked on the path of secret transmission, but is slightly different from you in that the opponent is a swordsmith who worships the golden general. A strong body may be slightly better than you."

Skilled in forging blades...Watson recalled in his mind little Victor's introduction to the principles of casting: casting is the principle of transformation and destruction, and secret casting apprentices have a strong body like steel that can withstand high temperatures.

He nodded slightly, and then asked: "What are the rules of the duel? Are you fighting with bare hands, are you allowed to fight with weapons, or are you allowed to use weapons without restriction? And... what are the conditions for victory? end?"

Jannings seemed to think that he was worried about the builder's strength, and wanted to use weapons to fight against the enemy, but he was afraid that he would lose.Then he explained with a chuckle: "The duel rules are different, and it should have been discussed and decided by the dueling parties... But your opponent this time is very confident, and he has already expressed his opinion to the department in advance: He is willing to let you choose the duel. Whether it is shirtless close combat, weapon infantry, horse charge or musket duel, he can do it all."

"As for the victory conditions of the duel..." Jannings suddenly showed a meaningful smile, "Of course it ends when one party loses the ability to fight. In order to show the club's humanitarianism, we also allow duelists to automatically admit defeat during the duel. Quit... but such a bloodless duelist is not a role our club needs, and any duelist who surrenders will also leave permanently-the club."

Watson was keenly aware of the pause when the other party talked about leaving... It seems that this so-called departure may not be as simple as leaving the club.

He smiled, "Then according to what you said... as long as the opponent's mouth is blocked or his throat is slit before he shouts surrender and surrender, there will be no problem no matter what happens afterwards, right?"

"Haha, Mr. John, your idea is really interesting..." Janings patted his thigh as if he was amused when he heard the arrogant words of the young man in front of him, and replied with a smile: "But what did you say?" Wrong, as long as your opponent doesn't yell surrender, you can continue to fight as much as you want...until either party dies."

"Then I understand." Watson nodded with satisfaction, "There is one last question, can I wear a mask or other armor to conceal my identity?"

"Of course! Our Mamula Club has always respected the personal privacy of duelists. As long as they do not have obvious protective effects and are not devices that contain mana, masks are allowed even in hand-to-hand duels. I need to give Mr. John Do you provide it?"

As Jannings said, he opened the drawer under his seat, where head ornaments of different shapes and colors were placed in a dazzling array, Zorro-style black eye masks, and exquisite Venetian-style full-face masks, which were as round as white faces. A Watteau-style mask painted on it, a romantic eye patch adorned with feathers and colorful colors...it's almost like going to a grand masquerade ball.

It really deserves to be a professional club with rich experience in hosting duel events... Watson thought so, and silently put back the rough sack with only two eye holes in his arms.

He picked a brightly colored mask that looked like the smiling face of a court jester, with sneering curved eyes and exaggerated mouth corners.

He put the mask on his face, and he felt that he couldn't help laughing inside, the blade was clanging in his skull, and the evil desire to kill burst out laughing in his heart.

Hehe...Watson couldn't help showing a strange smile. The strange laughter was like the monster in the fantasy world of Secret Passage of Moth.

Janings didn't speak when he saw this, but there was a smile on his brows... It seemed that he had picked the right person this time. The young man in front of him who was desperately suppressing his desire to fight but couldn't stop laughing at the killing was exactly The talent we need at the Mamura Club!
The black carriage drove out of the city, and as the road gradually became uneven, the body also began to bump slightly.

They traveled all the way to a private territory in the outskirts, where stood a castle that looked more like a military fortress than a manor.

The towering city wall has a simple mottled color, and there are still traces of arrows and swords on it. It seems to be an ancient fortress with a history of hundreds of years.

On the top of the wall are guards patrolling back and forth. They all hold long muskets in their hands. There are also forts built on the city wall. The thick barrels are aimed at the only road leading to the city.

The guard in charge of the watch on the city wall saw the familiar carriage and the familiar driver gesturing for safety, and then gave the order to raise the city gate!

The thick iron gate weighing more than a thousand catties slowly rose amidst the loud noise of Gulong Gulong, and the jet-black carriage slowly drove into it.

The interior of the manor is spacious but not deserted. Some so-called gardeners with muscular muscles that almost burst their sleeves are patrolling among the flowers and plants, seemingly pruning the green plants, but their eyes never leave the slowly moving carriage.

The carriage came to an amphitheater shaped like a Roman arena before stopping.

Before getting out of the car, Jannings asked for the last time: "So, Mr. John, which kind of duel do you choose, is it with bare hands or with soldiers?"

"Go barehanded, let me feel whether the caster is really as strong as the rumors say."

It is rumored that the body of the caster is as strong as steel. I don't know if this steel body...will bleed, suffer and wail in despair?
(End of this chapter)