The sudden sound of footsteps, my grandson still flipping through the book...everything among them made goosebumps rise under Nishino's clothes.
"My grandson...!"
Nishino turned his head, lowered his voice and said quickly:
"somebody is coming……!"
Compared with Nishino who was anxious and nervous, my grandson Danding's expression remained the same.
"Yeah, I heard it."
After that, my grandson moved a small stool next to him, stepped on it, and calmly rummaged for something on Rakshasa's bookshelf.
Seeing this, Nishino felt both admiration and annoyance in his heart.
A huge crisis is coming, but he is calm at every turn - my grandson's psychological quality, which seems to disregard life and death, makes Nishino feel inferior to him.
Looking at my grandson's calm appearance, Nishino's nervousness relaxed a lot unconsciously.
But at the same time, he felt deeply annoyed - so much time had passed and he still hadn't found what he was looking for?
From the moment my grandson opened the cell door for him and he walked out of the cell, his life and fortune depended on my grandson alone.
There was no turning back when I fired my bow, and now I feel annoyed and regretful to no avail.
Xiye shook his head a few times to disperse the negative emotions in his mind.
Now that I have decided to "complicit" with my grandson, I can only give it a try!
At this thought, he gritted his teeth, turned his head, stared at the door, picked up the knife in his palm, and got ready to fight at any time.
He secretly made up his mind: No matter who comes, whether it is an ordinary handyman or a Rakshasa himself, he will not let him disturb my grandson!
Every minute and every second now seems like an hour or a long day to Nishino.
The sound of footsteps getting closer and closer sounded to Nishino's ears like a mountain shaking with thunder.
In Nishino's eyes, looking at the deserted corner of the corridor, it seemed as if a ferocious-looking monster would jump out of it in the next second.
Just when the opportunity arose, my grandson dug out an envelope from a bookshelf filled with papers.
Letter—for intelligence officers, this is a target that must not be missed.
So, without any hesitation, my grandson took out the letter paper from the envelope and read it quickly.
"this is……?"
The moment my grandson finished reading the letter, he shrank suddenly.
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"Oh, I'm so exhausted. I really want to go to Yoshiwara and relax."
"Going to Yoshiwara? Isn't this more tiring?"
"What do you know, that being 'tired' from working and being 'tired' from playing with women are the same thing?"
"That's right."
Two handymen holding rags walked side by side while chatting.
At this time, one of them suddenly sniffed.
"Hmm? Did you smell anything strange?"
"Huh? Huh? There seems to be a strange smell. It seems like... a burnt smell?"
Instantly, the expressions of the two handymen changed drastically as they realized something.
In the next breath, they ran indiscriminately, following the direction from which the burning smell came.
Crossing the corridor, going around the corner, climbing up the stairs... After a while, they gradually heard the noise.
Finally, panting, they arrived at the birthplace of the burnt smell - Rakshasa's bedroom.
"Ah! It's on fire! It's on fire!"
"Quick! Call someone!"
"Where's the water? Get water quickly! We can't let the fire spread anymore!"
The corridor splattered with blood, Genjuro's body lying on the ground, the room with stinking black smoke pouring out, the crowds rushing to extinguish the fire... These scenes are full of visual impact and vivid
The ground caught the eyes of two handymen.
They were not expecting this change and couldn't help but be stunned.
At this time, a sudden loud shout brought their consciousness back to reality.
"Hey! You! Yes, that means you two! What are you doing here?! Why don't you go get water quickly!"
"Yes, yes!"*2
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At this moment——
Lurking in a dark alley, Nishino and my grandson looked up at the houses stained by firelight not far away.
"Huh~ It's such a critical moment... I almost couldn't escape~~"
My grandson was mumbling and had a "planned" expression on his face.
Nishino leaned against the wall beside him, greedily sucking in the air around him.
The scene just now can really be called "a trace of Jiuding".
Just when the messy footsteps were about to approach Nishino, my grandson finally said the words he had been waiting for for a long time: "We found it, Nishino-kun, let's retreat!"
Before jumping out of the window, my grandson did not forget to pour fuel on Rakshasa’s bookshelf, and then threw down a lit Western match.
Bear!
The raging fire immediately enveloped Rakshasa's bookshelf.
At the critical moment when he was eager to escape, not only did he not waste time running away, but he also stopped to pour oil and set fire...
My grandson's move was puzzling at first glance, but Nishino knew clearly: he was not doing it to cause trouble for Rakshasa, or for evil purposes - but to confuse Rakshasa and protect himself.
Burning the entire bookshelf will make it difficult for Rakshasa to know which piece of his information my grandson and Nishino took away, which will greatly increase the difficulty of his investigation. This method can be said to be a common tactic of espionage personnel.
After he regained his breath, Nishino sheathed his sword and said sternly to my grandson:
"Go quickly, don't stay here."
Although they were already far away from Rakshasa's base camp, they still made people feel uneasy until they completely threw this "busy" tall house out of sight.
My grandson nodded and said:
"Well, let's go. Follow me."
Without waiting for Nishino's response, my grandson turned around and headed east.
Nishino Shilihu followed suit.
"My grandson, where are you taking me?"
My grandson grinned and smiled faintly.
"I'll take you to see my comrades~I want to immediately inform my comrades of the precious discovery I just found in Rakshasa's dormitory~and discuss the next step with them~~"
Comrade!
Hearing these words, Nishino's eyes narrowed slightly.
My grandson’s comrades…that’s also the other members of the Great Salt Party…
Thinking that he would meet a large number of rebellious officials and traitors soon, Nishino couldn't help but feel complicated feelings in his heart.
Suddenly, he "hooted" and turned the waves in his heart into sounds.
"My grandson, what did you find in Rakshasa's dormitory just now?"
"I will tell you this when I meet my comrades. I don't want to repeat the same content twice."
Seeing that my grandson remained silent, Nishino said nothing more.
The two of them, one behind the other, were speeding along the deserted night road without saying a word.
After a while, Nishino spoke again, breaking the silence:
"...my grandson, why do you want to be a thief?"
"Um?"
My grandson said "Huh?" without looking back.
Nishino continued:
"You are from a banner family, with a distinguished family, and a wealthy family."
"Besides that, you are still serving the public as a thief, and you have a decent job."
"You want status and status, you want status and status... The shogunate treats you well, why do you want to treason and collaborate with the enemy?"
"I admit that Oshio Heihachiro is a man of great talent and virtue."
"And your dream of no longer having hunger in the world is indeed worthy of recognition."
"But this is not enough reason for you to become thieves."
"The God of Dongzhao established the Three Rivers, collected the Yuanjiang River, united Qingzhou, conquered Takeda, destroyed Toyotomi, established the shogunate, and created an unprecedented peace in the world."
[Note: Tosho God Lord: Tokugawa Ieyasu. After Tokugawa Ieyasu's death, he was granted the title of god "Tosho Daigongen". Mikawa and Tosho: place names in Japan. Kiyosu: refers to Oda Nobunaga. 】
"This is the 260th year of our shogunate's foundation. Our benevolence and virtue are widespread, and our benevolence is profound."
"What's more, today's great tree master, he wears clothes at night and eats at night, and he sleeps on the firewood and tastes his courage."
[Note: Dashu Gong: the honorific title for the currently reigning shogun]
"Nowadays, the sea is full of people, and the barbarians and thieves in the west are in trouble. It is the autumn when people with lofty ideals use their lives."
"If you really take the rejuvenation of the country as your mission, you should serve the shogunate instead of being a fox in the city and a rat in the society."
These words mentioned above have been held in Nishino's heart for a long time.
When he learned that my grandson was a gangster of the Great Salt Party, he always wanted to ask me this question.
My grandson didn't keep Nishino waiting too long.
As soon as Nishino finished speaking, he let out an intriguing and weird chuckle.
"Nishino-kun, I didn't expect that your eloquence is quite good. You can preach in every way~~"
"How should I put it... those words you just said, just deceive others, don't deceive yourself~~"
Hearing this, Nishino suddenly looked angry.
Just when he was about to say something, my grandson interrupted him:
"Nishino-kun, I want to ask you instead - why are you not a traitor like me?"
"……Aha?"
For a moment, Nishino couldn't believe his ears.
My grandson's outrageous remarks made his eardrums numb.
Why am I not a traitor to the country? Do you even need to ask? I am the son of the Nishino family who has been loyal and loyal for generations! I would rather die than do anything that goes against the honor of a samurai!
I don’t know if it was because he felt the angry gaze from Nishino, but my grandson turned his head to the side, glanced at Nishino behind him with the corner of his cold eyes, and said slowly in a tone of neither sadness nor happiness:
"Nishino-kun, you just said something wrong."
"It's not because I became an official of the shogunate that I have to be loyal to the shogunate."
"It's because I happen to be an official of the shogunate, so I want to oppose the shogunate even more."
"Nishino-kun, as a member of the northern town of Hokkaido, you should be able to understand that feeling, right?"
"The feeling that those who should be arrested cannot be arrested and those who should be killed cannot be killed."
As soon as my grandson said this, Nishino's facial lines instantly became extremely stiff.
At the same time, my grandson showed a solemn expression as cold as ice, and even his trademark way of speaking with a long tail tone disappeared.
"Although in terms of functions, the Huofu Thieves Kai and the Sanchai of the Sanchai are very different, there is one thing that both parties have in common, that is, we can both see a lot of cruel scenes."
"The fat official, the profiteer who can't satisfy his desires, the hypocrite who deceives the world and steals his reputation, the impoverished poor, the infinite growth of sin, the endless bloodshed..."
"We are not as high and mighty as Lao Zhong and Ruo Nian Ji. When we look up, we can see the tranquility of the years and we can't see any dirt."
"They are not as humble as the peddlers and grassroots officials, who are stuck in the quagmire and struggling to move forward. They are exhausted just by living the life they have in front of them."
“We are caught between the two, and the absurdity of ‘heaven’ and the sadness of ‘underground’ are all clearly reflected in our eyes.”
"Bullshit 'Fire Dragon'...Bullshit 'Fire Thief Transformed into the Number One Breaking Master'...I can't even save a little girl who had her virginity taken away and had to commit suicide."
"Nishino-kun, I believe you can relate to this desperate situation and this painful experience of being unable to help despite being able to help."
"How can we govern the country well with these insects?"
"There is absolutely no point in pruning, pruning or adding fertilizer and water to a big tree with rotten roots. At most, it will only slow down the decay of the tree, but this rotten tree will eventually decay and collapse."
"The only way to bring it back to life is to completely knock down the rotten tree and plant a new sapling in its place."
Speaking of this, my grandson paused for a moment, and then put on a strange expression that was half-smiling but not smiling.
"Nishino-kun, I talked so much in one breath, it must be hard for you to digest, right?"
"I have no intention of forcing you to change your mind."
"I don't expect you to have an epiphany and transform from a loyal minister of the shogunate to our comrade overnight."
"But...you have worked so hard to learn martial arts just to serve the shogun...to a man you have never met?"
"Is this the only level of your pursuit?"
"In your eyes, only by being loyal to the shogunate can one become a commendable samurai?"
"What does a samurai in your mind look like?"
The continuous questions like a machine gun confused Nishino.
In order to cover up his confused expression, he subconsciously turned his face away.
Anger, confusion, confusion...all kinds of emotions intertwined in Xiye's heart, leaving him speechless.
His body instinctively resisted my grandson's words.
But...but...my grandson's voice, my grandson's series of questions, melted into the depths of his mind without his control...
Just when Nishino was deeply entangled, the elongated way of speaking that was very familiar to him came back:
"Nishino-kun, please leave the issues I just mentioned for you to think about them later~ We are here~~"
Nishino was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked around.
After a non-stop gallop, they had left the city and arrived at the outskirts of Edo.
The surroundings are nothing but grass and mud, and there is an uninhabited crossroads ahead.
My grandson stood in the middle of the intersection, took out a small bamboo flute about an inch long from his arms, put it to his mouth, and played hard.
Gu~gugu~gu~
The sound coming out of the flute is not a pleasant flute sound, but a lifelike hoot of an owl.
"Okay~ My comrades will be here soon~~"
"...Your comrade is an owl?"
"Hey~ Nishino-kun, I didn't expect you to have a funny side~~"
My grandson did not lie.
After a moment, Nishino felt a human breath coming from his side.
He turned around to look, and the darkness in front of his vision squirmed.
Immediately afterwards, three samurai with swords at their waists stepped out of the darkness and walked in front of Nishino and my grandson.
Nishino raised his eyes and carefully looked at the faces of these three people.
The samurai standing in the middle and on the right are all elderly uncles.
The only person standing on the left is a young man, about 20 years old.
The faces of the two middle-aged men were both kind, but the young man always had his eyebrows furrowed and had a cynical expression on his face.
"My grandson, long time no see."
The uncle standing in the middle smiled heartily.
"Mr. Ebina, each other."
My grandson bowed in return, neither humble nor overbearing.
At this time, the uncle standing on the right asked impatiently:
"My grandson, is this Mr. Hosejiro Nishino?"
"Well, yes, this is Hoshin Hoshin, Hoshino Nishino. Nishino-kun. These three are all my comrades."
The uncle standing in the middle straightened his body and said politely:
"Nishino-kun, this is the first time we meet. I am Ebina Yezong."
The uncle standing on the right took over:
"I am Kanyuki Ichinose, please take care of me."
Both Ebina and Ichinose look enthusiastic.
In comparison, the young man's attitude was much more indifferent.
"Akutsu Shujiro."
After stating his name coldly, he stopped talking.
Of course, when it comes to responding indifferently, Nishino is even worse.
"Nishino Hosejiro."
He also said his name and then stopped talking.
Ebina and others were not impressed by Nishino's indifferent attitude.
Ebina asked my grandson:
"My grandson, to make a long story short, since you and Nishino-kun appear here at the same time, that means the plan was successful, right?"
My grandson nodded.
"Well, yes. I found this in Rakshasa's bedroom."
After that, my grandson took out a letter from his arms.
"This letter perfectly matches the information we recently received."
Ebina took the envelope and pulled out the letter. Ichinose and Akutsu leaned over and the three of them read the contents of the letter together.
When the three people's eyes left the letter, a smile of relief hung on their cheeks.
Ebina breathed a sigh of relief:
"My grandson, Nishino-kun, you two have made great achievements."
Nishino ignored Ebina's praise and reached out for the letter paper.
What on earth was written in this letter that could make the thieves of the Salt Party show such strange expressions? With this mood in mind, Nishino scanned the words on the letter paper.
However... the more he looked down, the more he frowned.
There was nothing meaningful written in the letter, it was just someone...the person who wrote the letter complained to the Rakshasa.
The general meaning is that he is too busy and lacks talents with real talents and knowledge under his command, so he asks Rakshasa to send more manpower to him.
Apart from this, there is no other information.
The person who wrote this letter was very careful. No place names appeared in the letter, and the only name that appeared was the code name of Rakshasa.
"Is this letter of any value?"
Nishino couldn't help but ask.
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This volume is coming to an end, and Qingden has already surpassed himself. If nothing else happens, by the end of this month, the second volume will be completed successfully~
The title and preface of the third volume are spoiled in advance - "Clouds rise and dragons rise". "Clouds rise and dragons rise, and they transform into princes".
Qingdeng will step onto a bigger stage~
This chapter has been completed!