hero?it must be me

Like Zheng Qi's current outfit, there is actually this tendency.

And since a large anti-armor has been released on the basis of priority HP equipment, there is nothing wrong with making up for magic resistance.

Based on this consideration, Zheng Qi bought [Ghost Cloak] and [Burning Gem] with a wave.

This time he learned to be smart and came one by one.

Although the process of instilling equipment power is still a bit exciting, it is no longer as painful as last time.

It took almost 5 minutes for Zheng Qi to completely absorb the power of these two small pieces.

Looking at the sweat-soaked clothes on his body, and thinking of the clothes that he had no time to wash on the boat before, Zheng Qi called the front desk with his landline, ordered a laundry service, and then went to take a shower.

When he came out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, the doorbell rang.

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Return the time to 15 minutes before the doorbell of Zheng Qi's room rang.

In the men's room on the first floor of this well-known high-end hotel in Singapore, a strong, silver-haired man just entered the toilet, then turned around and leaned against the side of the toilet door.

From the looks of it, he didn't come here out of physical need.

That calm posture seemed to be waiting for someone.

Not long after the man came in, the door of the men's room was pushed open again.

What came in was a man with strange clothes and scars all over his body. If someone who often watched western movies was here, he would definitely be able to recognize the appearance of this gloomy man at a glance.

This attire deliberately highlights the local national cultural elements contained in it, as if he is afraid that others who see him will realize his identity as a "wizard".

As soon as the man came in, he looked at the empty toilet and stared blankly.

He just wanted to turn his head as if nothing had happened, and when he looked at the blind spot of his vision through the mirror in the toilet, a sharp sword with a cold light suddenly pressed against his throat.

"What can I do for you? This sinister-looking gentleman."

Hearing the voice from a dead corner, Dibo, the scarred man turned his eyes slightly and looked to the side of the door.

"What a warm greeting, Polnareff."

Chapter 37 Chapter 36: Why not ask the magic cat?

"I don't remember anyone I know who has such an unforgettable appearance like you."

Standing next to the silver chariot, Polnareff looked at Dibo, his eyes stayed on Dibo's exposed hands for a while, and then returned to Dibo's face as if he had lost interest.

"Say, who are you?"

"me?"

Being pressed tightly against his throat by a sword that could divide gold and jade, Dibo still showed a smile with ease.

He tilted his face back slightly.

"People call [Cursed Dibo], that's me."

"Cursed Dipo?"

Polnareff looked at Dibo seriously: "A name I've never heard of, are you famous?"

"It doesn't matter if I don't know, but you won't say you don't know anything about the prestige of Lord Dior."

Hearing that, Polnareff frowned.

He stared at Dibo for a few seconds, and then asked, "Are you the killer sent by Lord Dio?"

"No-wrong."

"In other words, you are also a stand-in messenger."

Polnareff said in a low voice, "Then, I have something to ask you."

"Oh?"

"You guy... have you ever seen a stand-in messenger with both hands being right?"

"Ok?"

Dibo raised his eyebrows: "It's really a strange question. A double-handed messenger with both hands is right? Double-handed messengers are rare, let alone a double-handed messenger with right-hand hands—"

"Now, I'm asking you."

The blade of the silver chariot moved a little closer, and the sharp tip of the sword immediately pierced the skin of Dibo's neck, and the blood slowly stained the silvery tip of the sword.

"You just need to answer me, yes, or no."

"Hoho, it's scary. Well, seeing you are in such a hurry, I'll answer your question as a greeting."

Dibo replied with a smile: "No, such a special guy, if I have seen it, I will definitely not forget it."

"..."

Staring at Dibo, Polnareff was silent for a moment, and then pulled back the blade of the silver chariot.

"It looks like you didn't lie, so now it's the second question, why did you follow me?"

"Naturally, I came to help you as a companion, Polnaluf."

"companion?"

"Correct."

Dibo spread his palms and raised his hands, as if he wanted to express his innocence in this way: "Also as the substitute envoys under Lord Dior, we should work together, you know, Joseph Joestar Those people have already dealt with the Dark Blue Moon, Power, and the Empress at sea, so you don't want to compete with five stand-in messengers alone, do you?"

"Humph……"

Polnareff groaned softly, and then the silver chariot beside him moved violently. With a twist of the blade, it stabbed straight into Diboyin's open mouth with a smile on his face.

However, this sword did not hurt Dibo's lips, teeth and tongue.

In terms of the sharpness of the silver chariot's blade, it can be said to have demonstrated Polnareff's extraordinary swordsmanship ability.

"Listen, I, Polunaruf, have always acted alone. I don't need companions or anything."

"Let's not even mention it, you're a bastard who can tell at a glance that it's rotten to the bone."

Pointing to Dibo's forehead and looking at Dibo who could not speak, Polnareff's expression was cold and harsh.

"If it wasn't for Lord Dior's name, you would be a corpse riddled with holes by now, understand."

"..."

Dibo didn't speak.

But his expression was undoubtedly full of resentment and resentment towards Polnareff.

"It's really unfortunate."

After saying that, Polnareff suddenly recalled the silver chariot.

He pushed Dibo away who was blocking the door.

"That group of people, I alone is enough to solve it. If you dare to follow up and cause trouble for me, I will solve you first."

After finishing speaking, he left the men's room and walked away.

Dibo, who was left with only a little blood on his neck, leaned against the door of the single room beside him.

Hearing the sound of Polnareff's footsteps going away, the resentment on Dibo's face suddenly changed, and he actually laughed.

"idiot."

He muttered under his breath.

"Now, it's so easy to find a virtual and practical scapegoat."

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Time to go back to Zheng Qi.

Shirtless and shirtless, he followed the doorbell to the door of the guest room, and was about to open the door with his hand outstretched.

"Which one?"

He raised his voice habitually and asked.

"Sir, I'm a waiter, the front desk service you want."

Zheng Qi paused.

Although it was separated by a door, he felt that the service staff's voice was familiar.

His memory has always been good, so at this time, Zheng Qi, who had relaxed a lot after taking a hot bath, raised his guard again.

Zheng Qi opened his mouth again.

"Oh, is that the meal I want? Did you bring me the agreed ice bucket?"

"Ah, of course, sir, the ice bucket melts quickly, please open the door quickly so I can take it in."

"..."

Zheng Qi's eyes sharpened.

He immediately used today's second oracle lens.

Looking at the content returned by the scan, especially the outline of the distinctive hairstyle, Zheng Qi's expression suddenly became subtle.

"...Well, wait a minute."

Zheng Qi finally decided to open the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a "service staff" standing at the door of his room.

This "servant" is obviously very informal, after all, he didn't even wear the hotel uniform.

Seeing Zheng Qi coming out, the "service staff" smiled.

"It's our first meeting, sir."

"...Don't the service staff in your hotel have uniform uniforms?"

"Oh, it's all trivial. Look, it's not just about uniforms. I didn't even bring the meals you asked for."

"I know you didn't bring it."

Zheng Qi said with a blank face: "Because I called laundry service from the beginning."

Hearing this, the "service staff" froze, and then the enthusiasm in the smile disappeared quietly, replaced by self-confidence and pride in his own ability.

"Knowing that I have a problem, you still opened the door. You are really confident."

"Knowing that there are five of us, you came to the door alone. In terms of self-confidence, I am not as confident as you, Jean-Pierre Polnareff."

"Oh?"

Polunaruff looked at Zheng Qi in surprise, and after confirming that he had never seen such a tall and strong young man before, he asked, "You know me?"

"Not only do I know each other, but I also know that your substitute is called the Silver Chariot. The purpose of your travels around the world is to find a substitute messenger with both hands in the right hand, in order to avenge your dead sister."

Hearing this, Polnareff's expression became slightly serious.

"It seems that you really know me quite well. Could it be that you are the kind of person who is good at collecting and sorting out information in Joestar's group?"

"You can understand it that way."

"Then my self-introduction can be omitted. It's good, but it's not a good thing for you."

Beside Polnareff, a silver chariot appeared.

"An intelligence officer actually wants to confront a knight like me head-on. Your luck is too bad."

Hearing this, Zheng Qi didn't respond, but kept silent.

"Then, I don't know your name yet. Among the information I got, you are the only one. The information is almost blank, and you don't even know your name."

"I, Polnareff, don't kill unknown people in duels, so name them."

"Zheng Qi."

Zheng Qi replied.

"The stand-in is a magic cat."

Following his words, Yuumi, who had been transformed into a magic tome, quietly appeared, lazily pawing on Zheng Qi's broad shoulders.