stand-in creed

Chapter 5 Schuttheim IV

Zeppelin is a surname.

When this surname is mentioned, it is not necessarily Nero, but it may be someone else, such as the young cowboy who just woke up at this moment——

Jello Zeppelin.

From the Kingdom of Naples, 24 years old, is a horse racer.

After a few seconds, Gero could see from the reactions of everyone in the tavern that the "Zibelin" he called seemed to be someone else, not himself, and he was dueling with someone outside the tavern.

"Hey?"

The corner of Jie Luo's mouth twitched, showing his big gold teeth with writing, he let out a wonderful laugh, and then walked out of the tavern to prepare for the show.

Since the door was late, Gero simply climbed to the roof of the tavern and looked down at the duel.On his left is Schuttrogheim from Germany, and on his right is...a blond young man who looks familiar to him but he doesn't know where he has seen it before.

Zero tilted his head, blinking his eyes in confusion.

"It shouldn't be that I didn't wake up.

"Why do you feel that this person looks...a bit like me? And his surname is Qibelin?

"It looks a little older than me, could it be that my dad gave birth to me... no, no, how could such a thing happen!

"Speaking of which, I've heard of a phenomenon called "Twin Walking", which is called Doppelganger in German.Due to the large population on this planet, there may be people among these people who have no blood relationship with themselves but look very similar. This is the so-called double walking, and some people call it a double body... It seems a bit outrageous what.

"It doesn't matter if they look alike, even with the same surname Qibelin. If I really have an older brother, maybe I really look like this?"

Jie Luo yawned and thought about it wildly, and he didn't bother to think about it anymore.

In the next second, Jie Luo smiled strangely, and then took out a cute bear doll from his bag and put it on his lap, enjoying the duel with himself.

And it was at this moment that Gero realized that there seemed to be something wrong with this duel.

The other Zeppelin was holding something that looked a bit different from the gun.

"Is that... lemonade?"

Gero felt that he might not have woken up yet.

At the same time, on the dirt road in front of the tavern, the magistrate who had the same question asked seriously.

"Mr. Zebelin, are you sure you want to fight with... this glass of lemonade?

"Please allow me to remind you that even if Mr. Stroheim kills you in a duel, you will not be punished legally because of your... wonderful weapon."

"I'm wide awake. Please count down, Mr Sheriff."

"……it is good."

The sheriff shook his head, as if he had seen the scene of Nero becoming a corpse a few seconds later.

Then the sheriff raised his voice.

"Both sides, back to back!"

Nero and Schottheim stepped forward—Suzumoto Suzumi, who was next to him, also walked up because of the distance of the shot—and leaned back to back.

Schuttrogheim turned his head to the side and lowered his voice: "I don't know what you think, if you regret it now, it's still too late - pick up your gun! A real gun! Then fight me like a real man! If you want to commit suicide You can change the method completely, I don't want to carry a ridiculous title like "Lemonade Killer" on my back later! "

Nero also turned his head sideways: "Although you have a stinky mouth, it seems that your nature is better than I imagined, Mr. Schuttrogheim—let me show you a little bit."

"you……"

Schuttrogheim was about to say something.

However, in the next second, the German guy's eyes widened.

Not only the German guy, but even Gero on the roof of the tavern subconsciously leaned forward.

"That is how the matter?

"The glass is upside down? This Zeppelin turned the glass completely upside down 180 degrees, but the lemonade in the glass did not spill "a drop", as if something blocked the mouth of the glass!

"And I don't know if it's my illusion, this guy seems... to be glowing?"

For an instant.

Zero keenly noticed something was wrong.

There seemed to be some kind of golden radiance blooming from the man with the same surname Qibelin.

Could it be that I didn't wake up, so I read it wrong?

The sheriff saw that the whispering between the two had ended, and continued to speak loudly.

"You will be allowed to shoot the moment you take the "fifth step and the soles of your feet land on the ground"!

"first step!"

Following the order of the sheriff, Nero and Schottrogheim took a step together.

Followed by.

The second step.

third step.

the fourth step.

Arriving here, the sheriff took a deep breath.

"the fifth step--!!!"

pat!

The moment Schuttrogheim's feet touched the ground, he turned around suddenly, and met Nero who also turned around ten steps away.

If it was a normal duel, Schuttrogheim would shoot at the enemy's heart or between the eyebrows without hesitation, but looking at this guy who didn't know what kind of tricks he was playing in front of him-it didn't look like he was going to die, and no matter how he looked at it, Is to die - but hesitated.

Immediately afterwards, Schuttrogheim deliberately corrected the angle of the muzzle aimed at the center of Nero's eyebrows by reflex.

wrist.

Smash the wrist holding the lemonade!

Click!

Schuttrogheim quickly pressed the hammer with his left hand, and pulled the trigger with his right hand.

With a "bang", the bullets from the revolver whizzed towards the upside-down glass of lemonade in Nero's hand.At the same time, something flew out of Nero's cup.

"—Corrugated cutter."

Whoosh!

The whistling corrugated cutter swept out from the mouth of the cup.

At the moment when everyone had no time to react, not only did they accurately and accurately split the flying bullets into two, they took advantage of the situation and bombarded Schuttrogheim's body.

puff!

"What, what?

"The bullet was actually shot by..."

Schuttrogheim felt blankly that a wound had been torn open in front of him.At the moment when the blood splattered, he vaguely saw the bullet that was split in two.

He seemed to feel something splashed on his lips.He gently stretched out his tongue and licked it, but his eyes were even more astonished.

"lemonade……"

Pfft!

Schuttrogheim fell to the ground.

The delicate coat was cut open and stained red with blood, while Schuttrogheim fell to the ground blankly and looked at the sky, his eyes full of puzzlement.

"What is this..."

"I've said it several times, don't underestimate me."

Nero's voice came to Schuttrogheim's side, overlooking the German guy from a high position.

Immediately Nero squatted down.

"Can you stand up?

"Originally, I was going to cut off your head directly, but because you changed the muzzle of the gun to my wrist, I let you go a little bit. The wound on your body should not be very deep. I will strike Always very measured."

Hear Nero's words.

Schuttrogheim clutched the wound on his body and tried to sit up.

"Cough cough cough cough, have you even noticed this? I underestimated the enemy. No, no, it has nothing to do with underestimating the enemy. With your strength, even if I try my best, I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat you! All in all, I owe you took your life!"

"You don't need to die. But if you take a closer look, you seem to be well-dressed. You should be rich, right?"

"……rich?"

Schuttrogheim, who was sitting on the ground, was taken aback.

Why did the topic shift to this?

At the same time, Nero patted the German on the shoulder lightly, showing an unusually "friendly" crescent-like smile.

"Because of some reasons that I am too lazy to elaborate on, not only do I not have enough money, but I also need to buy another horse.

"Can you help me with this, FV Schuttrogheim?"

Chapter 6 Claudius

Schuttrogheim is a rich man.

I don’t know exactly how much, but it’s enough to pay for a “horse race”—no matter how much it is, in short, it’s definitely not comparable to the registration fee of 2400 US dollars.

But before buying a horse, you have to buy other things, such as clothes.

The black Japanese-style yukata temporarily provided by Dongfang Kensuke was indeed the wrong size.Although Nero has always been indifferent to other people's eyes, and most substitute messengers have this problem, but this time what Nero cares about is not other people's eyes, but his own aesthetics.

A change of outfit is imperative.

Immediately afterwards, Schottheim watched helplessly as the oriental girl named Suzumi Sugimoto pulled his husband in front of the fitting mirror, gestured one after another clothes to Nero, and pushed him away. Into the fitting room.

"...Why do two people enter the fitting room together?"

Schuttrogheim fell into deep thought, feeling that this question could not be considered carefully.At the same time, I felt a dull pain in the bandaged wound.

After a while, Nero finally finished changing his outfit.

Black cowboy hat.

Black shirt, black coat.

Black jeans, black Martin boots.

Finally, pair it with a pair of black sunglasses with gold rims, and a pair of gun holsters on the belt, which is Nero's look this time.

A moment later, the weapons shop.

"What gun were you used to, Mr. Zeppelin?"

Schuttrogheim asked seriously.

Nero thought for a while, not sure whether he used the gun from Bellickro's corpse the most, or Mista's beloved small revolver - anyway, the sum should be less than ten bullets.And no matter which one it is, this era seems to have not yet been born.

After looking around the weapon shop, Nero points to a gun.

Colt M1873.

The barrel is 190mm and the caliber is 0.45 inches.

"That's it."

Revolvers of this era were still single-action firing mechanisms, requiring the hammer to be moved to the cocked position by hand before pulling the trigger.It's for this reason that the cowboys in western movies use both hands.

Nero didn't have the habit of using guns, and having one was just a precaution.

There are clothes.

The weapon is there - after the soapy water, I will get it myself.

All that's left are the horses.

Come to the stables.