The Hyeongjin Station, which was engaged in the production of iron-making and steam engines, was a huge castle that was both offensive and defensive, and has not been breached by Kabane, and the inhabitants of the post city have maintained a stable living state. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The huge high wall hindered the Kabane's footsteps, and the soldiers could look through the lookout in the upper part of the toothed battlements of the high wall, and the Kabane could be seen as an attacker. There is also a shooting hole in the lower part of the battlement, which can also be used to shoot Kabane.

Now it is the general of the Sifang Chuan family who governs this post city. Although Sifang Chuanjian will be an expert in governing the post city, various negative incidents are still inevitable from time to time, and at this moment, an avenue in the slum area is blocked by a dusty carriage.

"You don't know the rules? Let me tell you that if you want to pass through here, you have to leave the passage fee. ”

There were no samurai escorts on either side of the carriage, which sent a message to a group of sneaky hooligans on the street, the people in the carriage did not have much power, and the other party was an outsider who had no basis in the Xianjin Post, so the carriage immediately became their target.

After glancing at each other, the group took the food fellows, stepped out of the shadowed area of the street, and immediately surrounded the carriage.

Although the coachman was tall and looked very intimidating, he was a man of weak character, and his face had long been pale with fright, and at the moment he was only submissively dealing with a few dirty-clad hooligans blocking the road in front of the car.

"What are you doing?"

A slightly anxious voice came from afar, looking at the contradictions on the street, a young man wearing the system of a steam smith didn't say a word, and immediately ran over from the corner of the street, and as soon as the young man closed the distance, there was a lot of commotion in the crowd of onlookers.

"Oh, it's a koma!"

"Ikoma is here!"

"Things can be reconciled."

Ikoma, with unkempt green hair, stopped beside the carriage, and in a flash of his body was already inserted between the two people, glaring angrily at several hooligan-looking men who had intercepted the carriage, "Why did this happen again?" Although this is a slum with poor security, why can't everyone get along with each other? ”

"It's you kid!"

Seeing Ikoma running over, the faces of a group of street hooligans suddenly turned unpleasant. The middle-aged man who was obviously the leader of the gang had a narrow and terrifying scar on his face, which added a bit of viciousness to his appearance.

He frowned, looking at the foal in front of him, knowing that it would be impossible to get the protection money again this time.

With the name of Ikoma in the slums, how could he not know Ikoma? His expression changed suddenly, and then a cold snort came out of his nose, "Ikoma, since you have been caught, I will sell you face, although you are a steam forger, but that's all, you'd better take care of our affairs." You are also past the age of dreaming all day long, and you should understand that in today's world, there is no harmony between people at all. ”

"I don't understand!" Ikoma frowned.

"Huh!?" Hearing Ikoma's denial, the hooligan suddenly widened his eyes, then narrowed his eyes and looked cold, "What did you say?" ”

Ikoma raised his chin to meet the eyes of the middle-aged man who was a head taller than him, and said loudly, "I don't understand, I understand the reason." But I don't understand that because I am poor, I can be justified in plundering the wealth of others, and because I am despicable, I can talk about the people in power behind my back...... I don't understand where your confidence comes from! I don't understand why some people choose to be self-reliant in the face of poverty, but why you choose to be a moth to society with peace of mind. ”

"What did you say?" The scarred middle-aged man's fierce gaze suddenly appeared, and he glanced fiercely at Ikoma's body.

"Am I wrong?" Ikoma didn't give in and slammed into it with an unwavering look.

The hooligan leader finally suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked at Ikoma with a smile and said coldly: "Seeing that everyone is crawling in the slums, I would like to advise you that your character will have problems sooner or later!"

Ikoma just shook his head, "Thanks, but my character won't change, is it because of my lack of ability, can I let the evil happen in front of me go unchecked?" Sorry, this can't be done for me. ”

"Hmph~! Let's go! The hooligan leader put away his hand, turned his back and walked out into the distant street, and soon disappeared into the crowd.

At this time, a chubby hand suddenly reached out from the shadows and put it on Ikoma's shoulder, "Our big hero, why are you nosy again!" His voice was filled with deep helplessness.

It's really nerve-wracking, obviously I've talked to the other party many times, but I don't know why the other party just can't change it!

"I know what you're trying to say, you know, I just don't want to run away." Ikoma turned around, the color in his eyes was a little lonely, and he lowered his head and pushed down the palm that was pressed on his shoulder.

"Wait!"

Ikoma walked forward with his head buried in his own eyes, but an unfamiliar voice came from the carriage and stopped him.

"Anything else?" Ikoma turned around, and the carriage curtain in front of him was lifted by a slightly shriveled palm, and then a man in his thirties and forties with a much taller skeleton than ordinary people, but very thin, showed his body in the sunlight and stepped out of the carriage.

The man was dressed in ordinary civilian clothes, his skin was unusually fair compared to that of the natives, and he had pale blonde hair, all of which told passers-by that he was a Westerner. The two eye sockets are deeply sunken, and the chin is covered with a circle of stubble, and at first glance he looks like a workaholic who often stays up late.

He walked up to Ikoma, then bent down slightly and showed a warm smile to Ikoma, and said, "Hello, thank you very much for helping me solve a dispute, my name is L, what is your name little hero?"

"Koma." Ikoma looked a little uncomfortable, and pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose.

The young man on the side couldn't stand it anymore at this time, and grabbed Ikoma's shoulders, and the two came to the side of the road, and whispered a reproach: "Hey! Ikoma, how can you talk to a stranger like this! ”

Ikoma scratched his cheek with one finger and peeked at the mysterious Mr. L, "But, I don't think he has any ill will. ”

As he said this, he saw the man who called himself L nodding at him with a smile on his face.

Ikoma looked back at him seriously and said, "You see, he doesn't mind at all that we discuss him behind our backs."

"What a defeat for you!" He sighed and said, "Okay, okay, that's it." Your temper is so easy to lose! ”

After a short conversation, the two returned to Mr. L, looking at Mr. L's unfamiliar face, making sure that it was impossible for him to know this Westerner, and he had never seen this Westerner, Ikoma showed a trace of doubt in his eyes, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

"Although it may be a bit unfamiliar to say such a thing to someone you have just met, how to say it? I still can't control it...... I smell ......" Mr. L touched the tip of his nose with an intoxicated expression, and said with an irrepressible hint of excitement in his tone: "The smell of Kabane, that peculiar and strong stench......"

A hint of horror crossed Ikoma's eyes, and he couldn't help but take a step back. Shocked, my heart was pounding, once the matter of I secretly researched Kabane was exposed, I would definitely be locked up by the samurai! No, not only that, but with the understanding of the people of the Golden Station, it is possible to execute him directly!

And Tsuyoshi immediately became nervous, stretched out his hands to protect Ikoma behind him, looked up at the unknown Westerner in front of him, and asked in a hoarse voice with cold sweat on his forehead: "You, who the hell is it!?"