On the central mountain, under the cool breeze of the short trees, Diego was wearing a white robe, a sheath without a sword, and his deep eyes were watching another figure not far away.
Diego put down the scabbard of his sword, his white robe fluttering in the wind. The scabbard stood straight on the ground, neither falling nor shaking: "Aren't you going to run away?"
"Escape? Hum hum." The mysterious guest in black and red robes laughed strangely: "Are you despising me, or are you despising your own strength? I can enter and exit at any time here." The same thing happened to the black robe at the back of the wind.
Trembling wildly, the person under the robe still couldn't see his face.
"The word 'escape' is indeed a bad word. So the mysterious visitor... tell me your identity."
The mysterious man said: "My identity is not important to you."
"Oh, you are indeed unimportant, but Diego's sword never kills the nameless ones."
"Hmph~!"
"Oh~!" Diego's voice was slightly angry, and his slanted right hand gestured as if he was about to raise his sword.
At this moment, a striding figure appeared on the top of the mountain - Lermontov, the Seal of the Divine Fist.
"It was very lively down the mountain just now." This was Lermontov's first sentence when he came up. He and the mysterious man, Diego, stood in a straight line, maintaining the same distance. The distance of each shot was just right, a very comfortable distance.
The mysterious man turned sideways and glanced sideways at the person coming from behind: "The empire's divine fist became the manor's thug?"
Lermontov was not angry: "I am a thug, but not their thug. Lermontov just wants to see how powerful the people who can play tricks on Apple Island Manor are."
The mysterious man looked around and chuckled: "Which one of you will do it first, or do you want to do it together?"
Diego didn't answer and asked instead: "Tell me why you came to the manor! You're not just here to watch the fun, are you?"
The mysterious man shook the sleeves of his broad robe, crossed his arms and said, "I'm just here to watch the fun."
The wind was speechless for a moment, and the atmosphere became even more tense.
Lermontov said: "It seems that you really don't take Apple Island Manor seriously!"
"I take the manor very seriously," the mysterious man said.
After two seconds, Diego asked again: "Is this the only reason you came to the manor?"
"It is the purpose, but it is not the only one."
"What about the second one?"
The mysterious man put his hands behind his back and said, "I want to make sure that the old manor owner is really dead?"
"Do you know Mr. Putiste?" Diego's eyes sharpened.
The mysterious man didn't answer.
Diego asked: "Is there a third one?"
"Yes. I want to borrow the 'Eternal Conch' for use."
Diego said: "Before yesterday, only a handful of people knew that the 'Eternal Conch' existed in the manor. Is this also the purpose of your visit?"
"This is the purpose of my temporary addition."
Diego asked: "Your three goals are very interesting and profound. I want to know how many of these three goals have you achieved?"
"One and a half."
"Oh. One and a half is already a lot, any more would be a bit greedy." Diego said.
The mysterious man chuckled and said, "But I'm just greedy. I won't leave until my three goals are achieved."
"If you don't leave, you will have to stay alive!"
The wind on the top of the mountain was blowing, and the flames and steam that had passed away not long ago made the changes in the air flow more intense. The mysterious man stood between the two people. Although his red and black robe was moving, it was not moving with the wind.
Under the robe, there is a self-generated air current blowing the robe, as if it is ready to explode at any time.
However, the wind suddenly stopped, and the fighting aura that was about to break out instantly disappeared.
Diego said: "What do you want the 'Eternal Conch' to do?"
"Nothing to do with you."
"The conch is not mine, I can't make the decision."
The mysterious man said: "Then find someone who can take charge."
Diego asked: "What would happen to you if I didn't give you the conch?"
"What I want to get, I will get it by any means necessary."
"It seems I have to give you the things?"
"You'd better not make any other choice."
"I can't lend you anything for free."
The mysterious man smiled: "Aren't you unable to make the decision?"
Diego said: "This is the same as your identity, it is not important anymore. So what do you give in exchange?"
"So may your life."
"Intimidation can only scare the weak, and it will not achieve its purpose in front of me." Diego said.
The mysterious man said: "Then there is an enemy."
"What enemy?"
"Me!" said the mysterious man: "If you don't hand over the conch, I will be your enemy."
"What's the benefit of giving you a conch?"
"You have one less enemy."
"Don't you have one more friend?"
Mysterious man: "I have no friends."
Diego smiled: "It takes strength to get the artifact."
"So, is it you, or are you going together?"
"In a fair duel, how can Lermontov and I tolerate two against one?" Diego said, "Why don't we make a bet?"
"What a bet."
"If you win, you take the ring. If you lose, explain your identity."
"Okay. Then who of you will fight in this battle?"
Lermontov took the initiative to unbutton his coat, revealing his muscular chest: "Mysterious friend, the revenge of yesterday's arrest must be repaid today!"
"very good!"
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At the foot of the central mountain, the people who were gradually leaving suddenly discovered that there was a sudden turbulence on the top of the mountain, and the flashing lights and shadows were indicating an unknown duel. Putist had just picked up Diego's white sword and attacked Heyman.
Ra said: "Take your sword and take a look at the situation on the mountain."
"Okay." Haimanla immediately went up the mountain.
At first glance, several hours have passed, and the battle on the top of the mountain has still not stopped. Even so, there is no earth-shattering sound. There is just a strong wind on the top of the mountain, and the water vapor and mist are gathering and dispersing. I don't know what kind of battle it is.
Putiste and some people were watching at the bottom of the mountain. Some of them went up the mountain and retreated from the air on their mounts. The butler Wood quietly came to the manor owner and said: "Mr. Celeste said that flying into the air
The boat can be outfitted before evening, but he wants to leave overnight, so he asks the master to give him the things he promised him."
"Well, I understand. When the results here come out, I will go see him. This battle should be over."
After more than half an hour, the duel on the top of the mountain came to an abrupt end. The three people standing were still standing. Apart from many messy footprints on the ground, there was not much damage. Lermontov picked up his coat and put it on again.
, the mysterious man was caged in his robe and said slowly: "The Divine Fist, one of the three martial arts in the world, gave me a refreshing experience today, and I had a deeper experience."
Diego didn't even look back. The person far behind him said: "Haimanla, call the owner of the manor up. Let him bring the 'Eternal Conch'."
Not long after, Putist came, holding the divine ring called the 'Eternal Conch'. He took a look and asked, "Mr. Lermontov was defeated?"
"Failed." Lermontov said expressionlessly.
"Alas." Putiste sighed: "I promised to give this ring to others. Just gamble it away like this?" He looked at Diego: "Diego, didn't we get nothing? This ring
Can I not give it to you?"
Diego didn't say anything, but the mysterious man said: "Oh, the owner of the manor seems a little reluctant to part with it. Or maybe my enemy is not worth mentioning?"
Putist hurriedly handed the small box containing the ring to Heimanla, laughing and saying: "Sometimes one more friend may not be so important, but one less enemy is important. I lament that I can't have someone as extraordinary as Mr. Mysterious."
Friends, but it’s also nice not to be enemies.”
The mysterious man took the box from Haimanla, opened it, took a look, closed it and said, "One more question, is your father really dead?"
"It's very dead. The body is still sealed in the sarcophagus in the basement. Sir, do you want to take a look?"
"How did you die?"
Putist replied: "One theory is that he died in depression, another is that he died violently, and the third is that I personally sent him on his way."
"Which one is true?"
"Both and none. The truth often just depends on which one others are willing to believe. Are you done with your questions, sir?"
"Finished asking."
Putist said: "I have a question, sir, can you answer it? Do you know my father? What is their relationship?"
"Humph, I don't know him. It's just that he owes me a life!" After saying that, I saw the red and black robe flying, and he went away to the distance down the mountain.
After the mysterious man left, Putist also left, but Diego and Lermontov hadn't left yet. They seemed to be still reminiscing about the battle just now.
"He is very strong." It was Lermontov who spoke.
"Yes." Diego said: "Not only is he strong, but his body movements are also mysterious."
Lermontov said: "He can strike in places I didn't expect, and in the hidden areas of my mind that I didn't expect. This is the first time Lermontov has seen such strange martial arts."
"You lost, even though it was only half a move, but you still lost." Diego said.
Lermontov glanced at him displeased: "No need for you to emphasize."
Diego smiled and said: "I mean even you are not his opponent. It's hard to say if I do it."
Lermontov said: "There is nothing bad to say. This is a duel, not a desperate fight. The result of a real life and death battle may not be like this. I lost, and I am convinced that I have lost this half-hearted move. But next time, Lermontov
I will repay him ten times this half-move!"
"And next time?"
"Yes!" After saying that, Lermontov strode away, as confident as when he came.