Chapter 566 Dead Warrior

Gabriel couldn't help complaining in his heart, what kind of brains are these Eastern warriors, do they have to get together for some meaningless things? Isn't it just a knife, just save it first, is it possible that you are afraid of being stolen? Just because of such a trivial matter, there is no need to freeze here now.

The French businessman persuaded Zhang Heng while wiping the sweat from his forehead, while someone walked up to the maid and whispered a few words.

In the end the maid said, "You can take the ribs with you, but you must keep the knife."

Zhang Heng knew that this was the biggest concession the other party could make. Of course, he didn't want to ruin his trip tonight because of this matter, and he would not see the right owner, so he nodded and agreed to the other party's request.

However, Zhang Heng did not hand over the knife to the maid, but stuck it in the open space in the courtyard, and said, "Don't touch it, I will take it away when I leave."

The maid had no objection to this, and bowed again upon hearing the words, "Welcome distinguished guests to Youji, please allow me to make up for the previous disrespect."

Before Zhang Heng could say anything, she pulled out the sword from her waist and turned to stab her chest.

All this happened so quickly that the French businessman didn't even realize what had happened. The tip of the knife had pierced the maid's delicate skin and was about to pierce her heart. hold up.

"No need, I've already forgiven you." Zhang Heng said while holding his ribs.

On the other side, Gabriel was already stunned in place! God, these guys are crazy. When he persuaded Zhang Heng before, he also complained about the maid's meddling, but compared with that, the other party's current remedy scares him even more.

It's just a small mistake, no, it's not even a small mistake, this maid is only performing her duties, is it necessary to do this to this extent? The French businessman shook his head again and again.

However, Zhang Heng knew very well that most of the people in this tea house were probably not just warriors, but dead men raised in captivity by the Fallen Sect.

Because only a dead man can be so indifferent to life, not only other people's life, but also his own life.

"Please follow me." Although there was such a small episode in the middle, the proprietress still did not change her face, and she led the way in person.

And Zhang Heng had already retracted his ribs, and followed up as if nothing had happened. On the contrary, Gabriel was stunned for a while before quickly following up.

The proprietress opened a shoji door, and there were already some people sitting there, most of them were samurai, and there were some geisha accompanying them.

One of them is playing the shamisen, a traditional Japanese instrument, while two others are dancing, and the rest are serving wine to the guests.

Seeing the French businessman coming in, one of the older samurai stood up to welcome them, and at the same time introduced Gabriel's identity to the others. Taking this opportunity, Zhang Heng also glanced at the people sitting there, suspected to be Hanjiro Nakamura. The guy didn't see it, but unexpectedly met an acquaintance.

——Shinji Takeuchi.

The latter once came to Xiaoshan Dojo with Yamada to provoke, and after Yamada had one hand cut off, Zhang Heng thought Takeuchi would stand up to avenge his companions, but he didn't expect this guy to claim that he was not his opponent, and led others to leave silently. It is precisely because of this city that Zhang Heng remembered him.

After seeing Zhang Heng, Takeuchi's face changed suddenly, as if he didn't expect the latter to appear here tonight, but finally squeezed out a smile and nodded to Zhang Heng.

"Takeuchi, did you know each other before?" The older warrior saw this scene in his eyes and asked curiously.

"It can be regarded as a relationship once." Takeuchi smiled a little reluctantly, because what happened in Xiaoshan Dojo was too embarrassing, and he obviously didn't want to go into details here.

After being introduced by the older samurai, Zhang Heng roughly figured out the identities of the group of people in the room. They are generally samurai from Changzhou and Satsuma, but Zhang Heng did not see Matsuo and Gao among them. Qiao, it is estimated that the level is not high enough to participate in tonight's banquet.

Zhang Heng didn't forget his job. After sitting down, he translated other people's questions for Gabriel, and then translated Gabriel's answers one by one. Polite words, including Gabriel's impression of Kyoto, the current situation in France, and some European situations. The elderly samurai apologized to the French businessman, saying that the owner here would have to wait a while to arrive, and Gabriel nodded to express his understanding.

I have to admit that at this time, many people in Japan have begun to learn from the West and understand the world. The Banbai faction no longer hates Westerners as much as the early Respecting the King and Repelling Barbarians. Instead, they began to compete with the Shogunate for the support of the powers. This also made the shogunate headed by Tokugawa Yoshiki more and more worried.

But these things have nothing to do with Zhang Heng.

The two sides chatted for a while, and the food was brought to the table one after another.

In the Edo period, the only edible meat in Japan was fish and poultry (even fish, the ruling class valued fish with less fat, and had no taste at all), and the shogunate also promulgated regulations for this. There are even some people who are exiled for abandoning sick cows and horses to the wasteland... Of course, this law is not completely absolute. For example, weaker mothers and patients can still get some tacit permission to eat some venison and pork What.

In addition, it turns out that no law can stop foodies. Although there are regulations first, people are secretly eating meat all over the country. The place where meat is sold is called a monster house, and people who sell meat generally only say that they buy it. It is said that the shogun Tokugawa Yoshiki himself also likes to eat pork. Of course, the emperor, who is a spiritual idol, probably cannot eat these good things.

Most of the samurai here tonight are those who advocate learning from the West, and there is not much taboo about this. In order to entertain Gabriel who came from the original way, the tea house also specially prepared a red leaf pot.

The so-called red leaf is a slang word for venison. Red leaf pot is also a venison hot pot. It is served with tofu, meatballs and green vegetables. It tastes quite delicious. It is very popular in Kyoto. The beauty is in his arms, and the French businessman is obviously very useful.

The elder warrior stretched out his hand and greeted with a smile, "Please use it."

Gabriel grabbed the chopsticks with a clumsy gesture, but before starting, he asked, "Don't we have to wait for the master to come?"

"It doesn't matter, I got an explanation that our side can start first." The elderly warrior said with a smile, "As for the big business, it's not too late to talk about it later."

"In that case, I'm not going to be polite."

Yes, that’s right, I wrote about Red Leaf Pot on purpose at night, la la la la~ Gentlemen, let’s die together.