Golden hair, sky-blue eyes, three-dimensional and deep facial features that are very different from those of Orientals... There is no doubt that this is a foreigner from the West.
More than a dozen drunkards with red faces and swaying feet surrounded him from all directions.
The former did not hide his hostility and stared at the latter viciously.
This foreigner is very tall, about 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick chest, which can be said to be the best interpretation of the term "a tall man and a big horse".
Standing in the middle of this group of drunkards, it gives people an inexplicable and funny feeling of "a giant has come to Lilliput".
Precisely because his figure was so oppressive, the drunkards around him all looked ferocious and ferocious, but they couldn't help but swallow their saliva wildly, with fear flashing in their eyes.
It is worth mentioning that this stranger’s outfit is very interesting.
In the West today, the so-called "gentleman culture" is becoming popular.
Whenever they go out, in order to show their social status, men always wear black formal suits, or even gorgeous tuxedos, wearing tall top hats, and holding a stick in their hands.
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On the other hand, this stranger was not wearing such classic clothes, but was dressed in a Japanese style.
Yellow kimono, gray hakama, black cloth socks, high-toothed clogs...all available.
The kimono skirt on the upper body is tucked into a standard right fold.
The hakama of the lower body is also folded into five folds representing "benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and faith".
Judging from his attire alone, he looks even more Japanese than Japanese.
Although Qingto didn't know the origin of this stranger, he guessed that he was probably a businessman who had lived in Osaka for a long time.
Osaka Bay is one of Japan's busiest ports.
And Osaka is a "commercial capital" famous for doing business.
In this way, it naturally attracted countless overseas businessmen.
Every day, countless merchant ships from the West compete for passage on the waters of Osaka Bay.
Therefore, apart from Nagasaki, which has always been a gateway for foreign exchanges, and Edo, where embassies are concentrated, Osaka Town has the largest number of Westerners.
All in all, it is not unusual to meet Westerners on the streets of Osaka.
In terms of atmosphere, Osaka, which has a strong commercial atmosphere, is undoubtedly much more open than Edo and Kyoto.
Most businessmen are like this - as long as there is money to be made, it doesn't matter who the other party is or where they come from.
But even so, under the influence of the torrent of the times, it is destined to be unable to prevent the idea of "Westerners are evil barbarians" and "Westerners have destroyed the peace of this country" from taking root and spreading in Osaka Town.
A large number of Osaka residents are very disgusted with Westerners and respond with great malice towards them.
Of course, these Osaka residents who are hostile to Westerners are not entirely motivated by ideological opposition.
The sudden arrival of Westerners did have a very negative impact on the townspeople of the "Shang Capital"...especially on the small and medium-sized businessmen.
Western countries have basically entered the industrial age.
"Goods from big factories" not only have huge output, but are also of high quality and low price. Naturally, they have a crushing victory over "goods from handmade workshops".
Faced with this unprecedented new challenge, the giant businessmen with big businesses are doing well.
But for small households, or even small and medium-sized businessmen who only rely on one shop to make a living, life will be miserable.
Business has become difficult to do, incomes have plummeted, businessmen have gone bankrupt, and the economy has declined... indirectly affecting the lives of ordinary people.
As a result, the townspeople naturally poured out their resentment on the Westerners - in fact, it was indeed the latter's fault.
"Everyone! Please calm down!"
Suddenly, the stranger spoke up, speaking loudly in Japanese.
As soon as he spoke, everyone present, including Qingdeng, was startled.
There is no other reason - this person’s Japanese is very standard! There is almost no accent!
If you only heard his voice but didn't see his appearance, you might have thought he was some kind of eloquent storyteller.
Although he is a Westerner, he can speak extremely fluent and standard Japanese... It reminded Qingden of Elodie inexplicably.
"I just passed by this place by chance, and I have no ill intentions!"
As he spoke, he raised his arms in a "surrender" posture, with a smile on his lips, looking harmless to humans and animals.
"I don't want to go against you! Please let me go!"
As he spoke, he turned his body so that everyone present could see his kind expression.
Due to the angle, Qingdeng had not been able to see this person's face just now.
But now, because the other party's face turned towards him, Qingdeng could finally see his face clearly.
Overall, he is a very handsome man.
He is about 40 years old, very handsome, with a short beard on his chin, and his already three-dimensional facial features are as sharp as a knife.
Especially his straight and high nose and sapphire-like eyes are quite delicate.
Logically speaking, most men of this age will be out of shape and develop an ugly belly.
However, this man has a good figure.
Even though he was wearing tight clothes, Qingdeng could clearly feel the strong flesh under the cloth.
At first glance, he looks like a person who never neglects to exercise.
Because he always interacts with the Angoulême family, Qingden has a certain understanding of the facial features of Westerners...especially the French.
He was not like other people who couldn't distinguish the appearance of Westerners and felt that Westerners all over the world looked the same.
Therefore, he dared to conclude that this foreigner was probably French - his face was a textbook "Gaul face".
Although the stranger had shown 100% kindness, the drunkards around him did not buy it.
"Ah? Do you think we will let you go if you say a few nice words?"
"Damn Yidi! Who allowed you to walk around on our land?"
"That's right!"
"Go away! Go back to your country! You are not welcome here!"
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Not only did the drunkards not give way, but they further narrowed the encirclement.
Their breath, mixed with the strong smell of alcohol, almost sprayed onto the stranger's face.
"That's enough, Jetaro, don't do this!"
"Don't make trouble! Let's go have a drink quickly!"
"If we attract official officials, we will have to spend the night in the prison tonight!"
Many people were dragging these drunkards away, trying to calm the trouble - they should be these drunkards' partners.
Although these sober people who still retain their sense are trying their best to persuade and try to avoid the deterioration of the situation.
But... as we all know, drunk people have no IQ.
Under the influence of alcohol, they can do any stupid thing.
"Hiccup...! Don't worry about me! Don't you see that I am doing harm to the people?!"
"It's because everyone is too weak and dare not seek justice, which makes these barbarians so arrogant!"
"If everyone could stand up and fight for justice regardless of their own safety! Then we would have been able to expel the Yi Di! The world would have regained peace!"
The "impassioned speeches" of these people further aroused the emotions at the scene.
The situation is gradually getting out of control.
Drunkards are menacing and arrogant.
Each expression is scarier than the last.
Each word is more radical than the last.
Although most of these drunkards who are surrounding and criticizing the strangers are civilians, there are many samurai with swords on their waists.
The overwhelming "siege net"; the accusations and abuses that do not hide their hatred; the surging hostility coming from all directions... If it were an ordinary person, facing this situation, he would probably have to tremble with his legs.
If it doesn't work, your face will turn pale.
This is especially true for Westerners living in Japan nowadays.
After all, the bloody "raw wheat incident" in which an Englishman was hacked to death is still before our eyes.
But the strange thing is that this stranger is not panicked or afraid.
He still raised his arms with a smile on his face, pretending to be innocent, and kept repeating "I mean no harm" and "Please let me leave."
"Hiccup...! Damn it! Why are you talking so much nonsense to him!"
Suddenly, a warrior who smelled of alcohol and had a face the color of pig liver let out a big belch while suddenly reaching for the sword at his waist - there was a "crack" sound - and the blade was unsheathed.
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"There's no need to talk nonsense to him! To deal with Yi Di, just wave your sword!"
The sudden sound of drawing a knife immediately turned the scene into chaos! People screamed in surprise!
Soon after, a dark shadow flashed across - at the same moment as the drunken samurai drew his sword, Qingden took action!
In the name of "Heavenly Execution", in reality "indiscriminate killing" was carried out... Qingdeng had always been unaccustomed to this kind of indiscriminate cruelty.
Ever since time travel, when he was still a member of the practice, he has been fighting against these "self-righteous" guys.
I saw him stepping forward, and in the blink of an eye he was at the stranger's side.
The next moment, he reached out his left hand as fast as lightning, grasped the handle of the drunken samurai's saber, and pushed the newly unsheathed blade back into its sheath.
The drunk warrior glared at Qingden.
"You kid, what do you want to do?!"
Before he could say anything else, he subconsciously pushed Qingdeng.
However, as soon as he raised his arm, Qingdeng suddenly raised his free right hand, twisted his arm, and broke it in the opposite direction——
Immediately afterwards, Qingdeng turned sideways, put his arm on his right shoulder, and immediately threw the guy away with a standard over-the-shoulder throw.
This person was still doing the "free landing exercise" in mid-air when a new roar suddenly came from Qingdeng's side:
"You guy!"
Another warrior rushed towards Qingden.
This person is probably the companion of the drunken samurai just now.
Qingdeng did not dodge or dodge, he just stood upright, quietly looking at the opponent, and allowed the opponent to attack.
Within a moment, the opponent advanced towards him.
He yelled, stretched out his arms like a bear, and bumped into Qingdeng - he seemed to want to give Qingdeng a hug.
However, at this moment, Qingdeng suddenly disappeared from his eyes without a trace.
His eyes widened in disbelief, then he stepped firmly on his feet and quickly turned back - Qingdeng was already standing where he was just now.
Qingdeng didn't say much. He lowered his waist, inserted his arms into the opponent's armpits, and threw him out with all his strength.
This man was very light, so Qingdeng didn't use much effort to make him a "trapeze artist".
After a while, there was a bang, and another groaning body twisted in pain appeared on the ground.
Qingdeng kept his hand.
Even though they screamed so miserably, it was actually just skin injuries, not even broken bones.
After all, these two people were drunk, delirious, and attempted murder, so Qingdeng let them go.
If Qingdeng attacks with all his strength, even if these two people do not die, they will become severely disabled.
Qingto's sudden appearance and the fierce way he subdued the two samurai in an instant poured cold water on the "hot" atmosphere at the scene.
The surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet, you could hear the drop of a pin, and there was no longer any noise.
The stranger looked surprised and looked up and down with interest at Qingdeng who extended a helping hand to him.
Qingdeng turned his eyes calmly and scanned his surroundings.
"Is the method you use to uphold justice just to show off your power to an unarmed person?"
"It's so shameless."
"Let's all disperse."
Qingdeng's words revealed unquestionable toughness.
Not only that, his tone exuded explicit sarcasm.
Admittedly, Qingdeng's words were quite domineering.
However, no one dared to say "no" to him.
After all...the two unlucky guys on the ground who were still groaning were a lesson from the past.
Now, after everyone looked at each other for a while, they didn't even bother to say harsh words, and just dispersed in confusion.
Soon, a "vacuum zone" was formed around Qingto and the foreigner where no one dared to approach again - except, of course, Kinoshita Mai.
The girl in red moved her lotus steps like a butterfly and quietly returned to Qingdeng.
"Sir, thank you very much for your help!"
Qingdeng turned to look at the stranger behind him - he had a sincere look on his face and sincerely thanked him.
As soon as he finished speaking, the stranger noticed Kinoshita Mai walking towards Ayoto.
"Is this your wife? What a beauty!"
He praised sincerely, without any evil thoughts in his eyes.
A very typical "Western style communication" - complimenting a woman's appearance enthusiastically and simply.
This is contrary to the Confucian cultural circle's "implicit and implicit" concept of treating others.
Therefore, Kinoshita Mai is not used to such direct praise.
She responded stiffly, then shrank and hid half of her body behind Qingdeng.
Qingden Wan'er:
"Well, she is my proud wife!"
After all the hardships and waiting, the engagement with Mai Kinoshita was finally confirmed.
Out of a strange compensatory mentality, what Aomori is most happy to see now is to announce to outsiders that "Kinoshita Mai is my wife."
After simply praising Kinoshita Mai's beauty, the stranger turned the topic back to "thank you".
"Your Excellency, I really don't know how to thank you! Without your help, I'm afraid it would have taken a lot of effort to turn the crisis around."
Not only can this person speak fluent and standard Japanese, but he also seems to understand Japanese culture very well and speaks in a refined manner.
Qingden waved his hand.
"You're welcome. It's a small effort, nothing worth mentioning."
"This is not a place where you should stay for long."
"For your own safety, you'd better go home quickly."
After leaving his suggestion, Qingden wanted to just turn around and leave.
But who knew the other party actually stopped him:
"Sir, judging from your accent, you are from Edo, right?"
Ayoto was born in Edo and grew up in Edo, leaving an extremely profound "Edo imprint" on him.
Not to mention anything else, his accent alone has a full "Edo flavor".
His identity as an "Edo native" cannot be hidden at all, and there is no need to hide it.
Qingdeng nodded lightly.
"Well, yes, I am from Edo. Is there any problem?"
"Edo...are you travelers?"
"Well, please forgive me for not being able to answer this."
The stranger looked ashamed.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm rude. If you are a traveler who has traveled all over the world, then I want to ask you a question."
Qingden tilted his head:
"question?"
The stranger nodded vigorously:
"Have you ever seen a French girl named 'Alice de Orleans'? She has beautiful blond hair, a pair of blue eyes like the sky, and is about 15 years old!"
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