"Come in!"

With a "Okay", the door opened again, and the assistants of Ikeda House filed in--Tai Nosuke was among them.

The servants held wine trays filled with freshly warmed wine, tiptoed carefully and walked into the room softly.

The guests in the room were all samurai. They all followed the etiquette of the samurai family and took off their sabers from their waists and placed them on the ground beside their right bodies.

There are sabers all over the floor... Once you accidentally step on or kick the sabers of these samurai masters, it's no joke, I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster!

Therefore, for the sake of their own lives, the mobile agents had to concentrate and work hard.

For Yamazaki Hao, who is a professional ninja, this little thing is not a big deal.

While he nimbly dodged the sword on the ground and served the drink, he quietly turned his eyes and looked around, looking for the figures of important figures such as Katsura Kogoro.

After a while, he found Katsura Kogoro sitting on the main seat, as well as Otaka Matajiro, Kitazaki Mo and other well-known people with lofty ideals.

——Which one is Miyabe Daizo?

Compared to Katsura Kogoro, whose portraits are everywhere, Miyabe Daizo, who often works in secret and rarely comes to the stage, has a mysterious appearance.

So far, the shogunate has not drawn an accurate portrait of him.

Just when Yamazaki Hao was secretly worried, someone offered him an "assist":

"Miyabe-sensei, please put your sword here to avoid being stepped on."

The speaker was a young man, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.

He had good intentions.

However... as soon as he finished speaking, sharp and fierce gazes were directed at him!

Yamazaki Hao immediately turned his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man sitting next to Katsura Kogoro.

——He is Miyabe Daizo...!

He was secretly happy in his heart, but looked as if nothing had happened, pretending not to hear the conversation just now.

After firmly remembering Miyabe Daizo's appearance, he and the other concubines quickly handed over the drinks and then slowly exited the room.

As soon as they left, severe accusations broke out in the back room.

"You bastard, how can you mention Mr. Miyabe's name casually in front of outsiders?!"

The young man just lowered his head in shame:

"Ten, I'm very sorry! I was stupid!"

The young man became the target of public criticism.

Fortunately, Miyabe Kanazou came to the rescue and said:

"Okay, it's just a small oversight, don't worry about it, just pay more attention in the future."

Since Miyabe Daizo said so, everyone had no choice but to give up and no longer pursue the young man's fault.

Miyabe Daizo glanced at the drink in front of his knees, and then looked at everyone present.

After a while, his eyes fell on the "top hat samurai" next to Katsura Kogoro.

"Guijun, who is this?"

"Mr. Miyabe, he is my bodyguard."

Miyabe Daizo raised his eyebrows and put on a surprised tone:

"Bodyguard? Mr. Gui, it's really strange that you hire a bodyguard."

As far as Miyabe Daizo knew, Katsura Kogoro had never hired bodyguards to protect himself before.

Katsura Kogoro smiled bitterly:

"He was... forced on me by one of my 'friends'. He said that Kyoto is currently full of dangers and it would be much safer to take him along."

Somehow, when the word "friend" was mentioned, Katsura Kogoro had a strange look on his cheeks.

Miyabe Daizo showed an "I see" expression on his face, turned to look at the "Top Hat Samurai", looked up and down several times, and asked:

"May I ask what your name is?"

The "Top Hat Warrior" curled up the corners of his mouth, raised his hand, and pretended to press the top hat on his head.

"I don't have a name that I can tell you. You can just call me 'Prajna'."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense...

Miyabe Cauldron is hidden in the hearts of most people present and has an extremely high status.

Mr. Miyabe is asking you a question. You're just pretending, but you're not even willing to give me a serious name!

Everyone here already hated this guy wearing Western clothes, and now they hate him even more.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Katsura Kogoro had to explain helplessly:

"I'm very sorry. He doesn't know the etiquette. Please forgive me."

The "majestic warrior" who just had a conflict with the "top hat warrior"...that is, the "majestic warrior" who had a conflict with Prajna, let out a few explicit sneers, and taunted in a low voice:

"Hmph! Hiding your head and covering your tail, don't you even have a name that can be used to reveal yourself to others?"

Prajna did not tolerate the other party, and directly responded:

"I'm just too lazy to tell you my real name to you losers."

Wine sack and rice sack - this title is like a huge stone falling into the lake, causing thousands of waves to rise immediately!

In an instant, a bunch of angry gazes stabbed directly at Prajna.

"What did you say?!"

The "Majestic Warrior" stood up, the anger in his eyes almost ready to burst out.

Prajna calmly crossed his legs, raised his right arm, and supported his chin:

"Huh? Did I say something wrong?"

"Don't you think you are very capable?"

"Let me ask you—"

"Is there anything about you that doesn't make people think you're a loser?"

"Is there anything about you that makes people look up to you?"

"Is it the fiasco of the 'Xiaguan War'?"

"Or is it the embarrassment of the 'August 18th Coup'?"

"Are you still a coward who is being chased and beaten by the Shinsengumi, unable to walk openly on the streets of Kyoto, and who doesn't even dare to state your name in a Kyoto hotel?"

After throwing out this series of questions like a machine gun, Prajna swept his eyes leisurely and leisurely - his eyes full of strong mockery - across the faces of everyone in front of him.

Everyone who was caught by his gaze lowered their heads, looked away, and did not dare to look at him, as if they had done something wrong.

There is a saying that "Lies will never hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife."

What Prajna just said, it can be said that every word is like a thorn and every sentence is like a knife.

Even if you want to argue, you can't refute it.

In recent years, the performance of the Zunhuang sect has indeed been very bad - to put it harshly, it is extremely embarrassing!

First, Changzhou boasted about Haikou, which resisted the barbarians, and on May 10 last year, it put on a posture of saying, "The barbarians will never come back."

Even the imperial court had high hopes for Changzhou and praised Changzhou's righteous deeds.

However... the U.S.-French allied forces only sent a few warships and defeated Changzhou without losing a single soldier. It showed how big the face was.

Not only were the Zun-Peng faction disgraced, but the imperial court, which had always supported the Zun-Pang faction and fully believed that Changzhou would fight a good fight, also turned into a ridiculous clown.

Then came the "August 18th Coup", when Changshu was driven out of Kyoto by the Huisa Allied Forces, losing its biggest advantage of "holding the imperial court hostage".

Then, there is the current "fear of the Shinsengumi like a tiger".

After the "August 18th Coup", Kyoto became completely dominated by the Sabaku faction.

The Shinsengumi were in charge of public security in Kyoto and hunted down people with lofty ideals.

Although the Shinsengumi has not caught any big shots so far, they have caught a lot of small fish and shrimps.

As a result, the loyal warriors can only lurk in various corners of Kyoto. When they see the samurai wearing light green feathers, they turn around and run away, which is almost a stress reaction.

Although everything Prajna said was true, the dignity of warriors and the respect for those with lofty ideals made them unwilling to look directly at this cruel fact, let alone face it.

"You...bastard...!"

The "Majestic Warrior" squeezed out a hoarse roar from between clenched teeth.

In the next moment, he pounced on the opponent like a tiger!

As soon as he said it, his big hands had already grabbed the other person's collar.

At this moment, Miyabe Daizo suddenly spoke:
To be continued...