Chapter 211 Aristocratic Dinner? Mass Funeral!

The capital of the Rain Country, the daimyo's mansion in the center.

A figure wearing green layered armor and a samurai sword on his waist stood outside the mansion.

Although his figure seemed a little short, he exuded a sharp feeling.

Kaka! Kaka!!

The heavy black mansion door was opened by two waiters. Behind the door, which was large enough for five people to enter side by side, the grand and wide luxurious courtyard was revealed.

"Mifune-sama, please follow me."

The waiter extended his hand respectfully and led the man into the mansion.

"Please lead the way."

Although the person in front of him was just a waiter, the man's attitude was still neither humble nor arrogant, giving people the impression of abiding by conventions and stubborn.

And from the waiter's words, his identity was clear.

Mifune, a nobody six years ago, is now the general of the Iron Country. He is a strong man who is extremely good at Iai Slash. In the ninja world where ninja has become the mainstream, he is one of the few people who still insists on implementing the pure samurai spirit.

What the world does not know is that this general of the Iron Country also has a connection with Hanzo.

Bang!

The door behind him slammed shut, and Sanfen followed the waiter through the dimly lit corridor.

Although there were no female figures in the courtyard, with his extraordinary sense of smell, he could still smell the perfume floating in the air, and it seemed that he could still see the silver powder on the bare shoulders of the maids.

As Sanfen walked into the palace door, he was in the extremely wide hall. Golden light came from all directions, and the originally dull and humid air was swept away. The breath was full of golden and magnificent luxury and luxury.

The cold rain was flying outside the window with window grilles, but the charcoal wood in the room was burning quietly in the fireplace, and the crystal lamps one by one dispelled the shadows, warm as spring.

At the innermost side, there is a long table in mulberry red color, on which are placed six sets of tea sets. The fire is boiling water, and Isibi, who is making tea, sits at the end, with quaint wooden pillars and red eaves above his head.

Compared with the Daimyo Mansion that Hanzo saw not long ago, this glass-like luxury has not changed at all, but today's crystal floor lacks the reflection of the flower-like enchantresses and the girls with heavy makeup.

Now that this place is missing them, the whole space is less colorful and lively.

Isibi may want to get closer to Mifune through this "elegant" mood, but in Mifune's view, this scene seems particularly discordant.

It should have been a paradise with decadent music and luxury, but now it is being shaped into a paradise of no desire in the Buddhist scriptures, which cannot cover up the luxury and power everywhere.

Compared with this place, he, the general of the Iron Country, is simply an ascetic monk who walks barefoot in the Lan Ke Temple, letting the grinding and pain temper his body and will every day.

"It seems that the rumors that the daimyo of the Rain Country, Isibi, is dissolute and likes luxury are true."

Thinking so in his heart, Sanchuan still looked cold and hard, walked to the long table and sat down, and the waiter behind him stopped not far away and did not come forward.

Because there was only one futon in front of the table, it meant that the daimyo mansion today would only receive one guest.

"I have admired General Sanchuan for a long time, but I didn't expect you to come in person at the invitation. It's an unexpected surprise."

Isibi lowered his head and smiled slightly, holding the teapot in one hand and flicking his sleeves with the other hand, pouring the tea from high down, letting the tea tips roll and spread in the pot.

"I am honored to be invited by His Highness Isibi, and I will never lose my manners." Sanchuan sat cross-legged on the futon straight, and he was still not arrogant or impatient in the face of flattery.

Seeing that the general of the Iron Country was so calm, Isibye laughed and stopped probing, saying bluntly: "I heard that after becoming the general, Lord Mifune changed the Iron Country's once warlike diplomatic style and gradually became low-key and introverted."

"While traveling around the world, challenging swordsmen, and making a name for himself, he was also lobbying the daimyo and nobles of the five major countries, hoping to make the Iron Country a neutral country?"

The Iron Country is undoubtedly a very special country, not only because of the fact that there are no ninjas in the country, but also because of its geographical location and climate.

The geographical location is located in the cold area in the north of the Ninja Realm. The north is an ice sea, the south borders the Fire Country, the west is separated from the Earth Country by the Taki Country, and the east is separated from the Thunder Country by the Field Country.

Although it is not as cold as the Snow Country, which has snow all year round and no spring, the climate is also considered cold and the resources are very poor.

No ninja means no strong combat power, and poor land means no value for invasion.

At the same time, because of the special nature of the "samurai" group, compared to those ninjas who kill their teachers and fathers at every turn and put profit above all else, today's nobles are obviously more willing to trust samurai who put loyalty above all else.

Coupled with Mifune's lobbying and reputation since he took office, as well as the influence of samurai who dispersed various countries and became the personal guards of nobles in various countries, there is no doubt that the Iron Country has great hope of becoming a neutral country.

Hearing Ishibi's words, Mifune's expression was indifferent, and he nodded slightly and said: "Yes, I hope that the Iron Country will value "peace" in the future, be loyal to "peace", and become a bridge for friendly exchanges between major countries."

Hearing this, Ishibi couldn't help but feel a little sarcastic, but he had to admit the decisiveness of the man in front of him.

Be loyal to "peace"?

At a time when ninjas have become mainstream, Mifune is actually very clear about the fate of samurai today.

The former value of the samurai has long disappeared, having been replaced by ninjas who possess powerful ninjutsu. Many samurai have turned to become ninjas, and even their values ​​have been aligned with those of ninjas, becoming bounty-paying "ninjas" who put profit above all else.

After Mifune became the general of the Iron Country, he immediately drove these samurai out of the Iron Country in order to maintain the "purity" within the Iron Country.

The black warriors hired by Onoki, a bounty hunter team of nearly 100 people, were composed of those wandering samurai.

If you can't work for money and don't want to completely destroy the country, you can only be loyal to "peace".

Mifune said so righteously, but in fact it was just a helpless move to escape the war as a neutral country.

Nevertheless, it takes courage to cut off one's arm. Not everyone has the determination to sacrifice pawns to save the chariot like Mifune, and to survive in the face of death.

"I admire your faith very much."

Isibye disdains this in his heart, but still shows appreciation on his face, and smiles: "This time I invited your Excellency Mifune, firstly because I admire you, and secondly, I want to see whether your determination is worthy of the position of a neutral country."

"How does your highness feel?" Mifune smiled slightly.

"It's better to see than to hear." Ishibi said sincerely, "Our Rain Country has also suffered from the hardships and pain of war, so I am willing to support the Iron Country to become a neutral country in the name of the Rain Country."

Mifune knew that there is no free lunch in the world, and his face was still expressionless. He stared at Ishibi in front of him and asked directly: "What does Your Highness want me to do?"

Ishibi didn't care about his directness, took a sip of the teacup in front of him, and smiled: "I hope you can persuade the Daimyo of the Wind Country and the Fire Country to cease fire. As long as the conditions are not too excessive, I can agree to it, even if it means signing a vassal agreement."

Hearing this, Mifune was stunned for a moment, and then looked deeply at Ishibi with a smile on his face.

This proposal is indeed in line with his position of loyalty to "peace".

If he can end this war that has lasted for several years through lobbying and exchange of interests, his name will spread throughout the ninja world, and the Iron Country will inevitably become a neutral country, and it will be a neutral country with an extremely special status.

When conflicts and disagreements arise between countries, and they do not want to resolve them through war, but they all have their own demands. When the two sides cannot reach a consensus, the value of the Iron Country is reflected.

"I have to admit that your highness's proposal is indeed good. I have learned a lesson."

Mifune sighed with emotion, and the contempt in his heart dissipated a lot.

Not to mention how Ishibi is, just saying that his means of taking advantage of and following the trend are indeed worthy of the position of a king.

At a time when some ninjas have extraordinary power, they can still maintain an equal or even jurisdictional relationship with the ninja village. The daimyo of each country is not a fuel-saving lamp. If you are not careful, they can easily be used as free tools.

It seems that at least in terms of "guessing people's hearts" and "judging the situation", he, the "General of the Iron Country", still has a lot to learn.

"Then your Excellency agreed?"

Ishibi was not surprised at all. He lowered his head and poured a cup of tea, raised the cup and smiled slightly.

"I can't think of any reason to refuse." Mifune also showed a slightly stiff smile on his face, and also raised the teacup to return the greeting.

After drinking the tea, both parties were very satisfied with the cooperation.

Isibhi simply stood up and said with a smile: "It's still raining heavily outside. It's not easy for you to come here once. It's time for dinner. Why don't you accompany me to taste the cuisine of the Rain Country?"

Mifune nodded: "Thank you for the invitation. I dare not refuse."

After that, he stepped back a little bit, and the waiter who had been silent all the time helped them open the door of the palace.

The two waiters waiting outside the door held up umbrellas for the two people. The rain mist of the heavy rain came like smoke. The air they breathed suddenly became humid, as if covered by a veil.

Isibhi waved his hand with some disgust, trying to drive away the smell of water, but it was in vain. He could only walk faster to the side hall.

The low table was U-shaped in the hall. There were small plates of cold food and a few bottles of sake on the table. The nobles who were sitting around the table and dressed gorgeously were talking and laughing.

Until Isibi walked into the door, the originally noisy atmosphere suddenly stagnated, and everyone cast their different eyes on Mifune behind him.

"I don't need me to introduce this person to you too much, right?"

Isibi threw open his folding fan, covering the lower half of his face, and said with a smile: "Iron Country, General Mifune."

Ignoring the whispers of the crowd, Isibi sat in the first seat with a smile on his face, and the second retainer consciously made way.

Mifune nodded to thank him and sat on it, with his hands tightly on his thighs, observing the layout of the entire hall with his peripheral vision, and indeed noticed the defense arranged around him.

Those cold and ruthless scrutiny was very familiar, and many of them were warriors from the Iron Country.

Sniff! Sniff!

Mifune seemed to smell something and frowned slightly.

That was, the smell of blood?

Why is it so strong?

He turned his head and looked at the smell of blood, but only saw the old man standing behind Isibi.

The old man also noticed his gaze, turned his head and nodded with a smile, looking like a very kind old man.

And a woman also knelt down behind Mifune, stretched out her hand and brushed her sleeves to pour him a cup of hot tea.

"What is this?" Mifune looked at Isibi and asked tentatively.

Isibi was also stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "They are the chefs of the banquet, and everyone here has one."

Chef?

No wonder there is such a strong smell of blood.

Realizing this, Mifune's tense body gradually relaxed.

"Haha, don't be so nervous about the dinner."

Isibye also realized his thoughts, waved his hand and laughed loudly: "They are just some civilians in the Rain Country who are good at cooking. I recruited them because the dishes they invented are very popular."

After that, he threw away his folding fan to cover his face, squinted his eyes and smiled and asked: "Speaking of this, Mr. Mifune, I heard that you seemed to have a connection with Hanzo of our Rain Village in the past. I wonder if it is true or not?"

Hearing this, Mifune did not deny it. He touched the bandage on his head, nodded and said frankly: "To be precise, I am very grateful and respectful to Mr. Hanzo."

"When I was still an unknown person, he used the sickle to cut off my sword, leaving a scar on my head, but in the end he saved my life."

At the beginning, the Iron Country fought with the Rain Village. On the battlefield, the Iron Country warriors turned around and ran away when they heard the name of the Salamander Hanzo. Only Mifune stayed alone, holding a samurai sword and standing in front of Hanzo.

After a brief fight, Mifune used his specialty, Iai Slash, but was defeated by Hanzo with the same move, and his sword was also broken by Hanzo.

Hanzo's sickle was highly poisonous, and the poisoned person would definitely die within two days.

Mifune wanted to die, and before he died, he wanted to use his death in exchange for Hanzo's promise not to kill his companions, but Hanzo appreciated Mifune's spirit of sacrificing himself to protect his companions, so he gave Mifune the antidote.

Since then, Mifune began to endure hardships and carry out his beliefs. Now his Iai Slash has become more powerful, and the ninjutsu of ordinary ninjas has no effect on Mifune, because he will not give the ninjas the opportunity to seal.

"I didn't expect that the two of you would have such a fate." Isibi covered his face, his eyes flickered slightly, and smiled, "Do you want to see Hanzo again, Lord Mifune?"

"Why do you want to see him?" Mifune smiled faintly, "It seems that Your Highness doesn't know that in the minds of samurai, the moment when the enemy is facing each other is the moment when the victory or defeat is decided. We prefer to talk with swords, so it's better not to see each other."

"I see, it's a pity that I can't see the kendo of the two of you."

Isibi sighed and put down the folding fan in front of him.

The jade fan bone touched the table, making a very crisp sound, which meant that the dinner was about to begin.

"Gentlemen." He looked up at the people at the table and smiled slightly, "Please be grateful and enjoy the delicious food!"

The moment the voice fell, the atmosphere suddenly became hot.

The chefs behind the crowd also stood up, each holding an iron spoon in his hand.

"By the way, Your Highness, you are now..."

Making way for the chef behind him, Mifune seemed to have thought of something and turned to look at the people around him.

But in the next moment,

Bang! Bang Bang!!

In Mifune's black pupils, it seemed as if a gorgeous flower had bloomed.

However, it was not petals that fell, but...

Behind those nobles, the blood of those chefs holding iron spoons flowed down their cheeks.

It seemed that all I could see was a hazy blood mist, and the blood was sticking to Mifune's stunned cheeks like spider silk.

In my peripheral vision, the woman called "cook" by Isibee still had a gentle smile on her face, but her pupils had turned into strange scarlet vertical pupils.

Just now, almost as a subconscious instinctive reaction, the knife on his waist had been drawn to block the powerful blow from behind.

This was a completely unexpected mutation...

"Please taste the first dish."

Standing behind Isibee, who looked stunned, the old man put his hands in front of him, his smiling face was stained with blood, but he still leaned forward slightly with a respectful tone: "Eat raw animal brains."