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After all, some things are not suitable for discussion in public. After Watson and Yannings confirmed their cooperation opinions, they walked into a thick and solid black four-seater carriage and left.

Either because of the heavy body or the driver's superb driving skills, the carriage drove very steadily, and you could hardly feel any bumps when driving in the city.

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

Watson placed his cane inside the car door, but in fact, when he met Yannings on this trip, he did not pretend to be lame and disabled at all - the two met in the woods, and he was fully limbed at that time. It seems that only the left shoulder is still injured.

The tibial nerve in his left leg, which was specially cut off in order to successfully deceive Winfrey a few days ago, also healed during last night's dream walk - Watson used the four signatures... or the secret of Major Sholto's death, successfully Exchange gifts of velvet from the well in the forest and gain pure vitality.

This allowed his body to return to its peak state again, enough to prepare for today's duel!

After the two got into the carriage, they began to formally discuss the content of the duel.

"Mr. Yannings, what is the strength of my opponent in the next duel?"

"Mr. John, please rest assured. You are still a novice learning secret transmission, and you are only a first-level duel performer in the club. Naturally, we will not arrange an opponent with too great a disparity in strength for you." Yannings stroked the round frame Glasses, smiled and said: "Your opponent today is the same as you, they are newcomers who have just embarked on the secret path. The only difference is that the opponent is a bladesmith who worships the Golden General. Being physically stronger may be slightly better than yours.”

Forging and cultivating blades... Watson recalled in his mind Little Victor's introduction to the Code of Forging: Forging is the principle of transformation and destruction. The apprentices of Forging Blades have a body as strong as steel that can withstand high temperatures.

He nodded slightly and then asked: "What are the rules of the duel? Is it a bare-handed fight, is it allowed to fight with weapons, or is it completely unrestricted in the use of equipment? And... what are the conditions for victory, based on the death of either duelist? The end?"

Yannings seemed to think that he was worried about the caster's physical strength and wanted to use the power of weapons to fight the enemy, but he was afraid that he would not be defeated. Then he chuckled and explained: "The rules of duels are different, and they should have been decided by both sides of the duel through discussion... But your opponent this time is very confident. He has expressed his opinion to the department in advance: he is willing to let you choose the duel. According to the rules of weapons, whether it is bare-chested melee combat, infantry combat with weapons, horse charge or musket duel, he can do it all."

"As for the victory conditions of the duel..." Yannings suddenly showed a meaningful smile, "Of course it will end when one party loses the ability to fight. In order to show the humanitarianism of the club, we also allow the duelists to voluntarily admit defeat during the duel. Quit... It's just that such a bloodless duelist is not the role our club needs. Any duelist who surrenders will leave the club permanently."

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

He smiled, "Then what you said...as long as you block the opponent's mouth or slit his throat before he shouts surrender and admits defeat, there won't be any problem no matter what happens afterwards, right?"

"Haha, Mr. John, your idea is really interesting..." Hearing the arrogant words of the young man in front of him, Yannings patted his thigh as if he was amused, and replied with a smile: "But you didn't mean what you said. That’s right, as long as your opponent doesn’t shout the word surrender, you can continue to fight to your heart’s content… until either party dies.”

"Then I understand." Watson nodded with satisfaction, "One last question, can I wear a mask or other armor that conceals my identity?"

"Of course! Our Mamula Club has always respected the personal privacy of all duelists. As long as it does not have obvious protective effects and is not an instrument containing magic power, masks are allowed even in unarmed duels. I need to give it to Mr. John. Do you provide it?”

Yannings said as he opened the drawer under his seat. There were a dazzling array of head accessories of different shapes and colors, Zorro-style black eye masks, and exquisite Venetian tower-style full-face masks, which were round and white. The painted Watteau mask, the romantic eye mask decorated with feathers and colorful colors...it's like going to a grand masquerade.

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

He chose a mask painted with bright colors like the smiling face of a court jester, with upturned smiling eyes and exaggerated mouth corners that were full of sarcasm.

He put the mask on his face, and felt that he couldn't help but want to laugh in his heart. The blade clanged in his skull, and the evil desire to kill laughed loudly in his heart.

Hehe... Watson couldn't help but reveal a weird smile. The weird laugh was like the monster in the fantasy world of The Secret of the Moth.

Yannings didn't speak when he saw this, but there was a smile on his eyebrows... It seemed that he had not found the wrong target this time. The young man in front of him, who was desperately suppressing his desire to fight but could not stop laughing at the killing, was exactly The talent we need at Mamula Club!

The black carriage drove outside the city. As the road became increasingly uneven, the carriage began to bump slightly.

They marched all the way to a private property on 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 top of the wall were patrolling guards, all holding long muskets in their hands. There were also forts built on top of the city wall, with thick barrels aimed at the only road into the city.

The guard on the city wall who was on the lookout saw a familiar carriage, and the driver with a familiar face was gesturing for safety, and then he gave the order to raise the city gate!

The thick iron fence gate weighing more than a thousand kilograms slowly rose amidst the loud sound of Gurung Gurung, and then the black carriage slowly drove into it.

The interior of the manor is spacious but not deserted. Some so-called gardeners with strong muscles that almost burst their sleeves are patrolling among the flowers and plants. They seem to be pruning the green plants, but their eyes have never left the slowly advancing carriage.

The carriage stopped at an amphitheater that resembled a Roman arena.

Yannings asked for the last time before getting out of the car: "So, Mr. John, which method of duel do you choose, bare hands or weapons?"

"Use your bare hands. Let me feel if the caster is really as strong as the rumors say."

It is said that the body of the caster is as strong as steel. I wonder if this body of steel... will also bleed, suffer, and cry in despair?