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The streets of Nagasaki are still as lively as ever. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

People of all colors, all styles of clothing; Wa language, Hokkien language, Ming official dialect, during the period also mixed with Xiyi language, all kinds of noisy.

Two Dutchmen, tall and snow-white, stand out from the crowd on the streets of Nagasaki. Looking at the Orientals who were far lower than themselves, they talked and laughed unbridledly. Several members of the Nanyang Aboriginal followed behind them with muskets on their backs.

Suddenly, a Japanese man wearing a hat came drunk from the front, staggering from side to side, but blocking their way.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, get out of here!" The young Dutchman on the left scolds viciously in Dutch. Maybe he was really drunk, or maybe he couldn't understand what he was saying at all, but the Japanese drunk didn't react at all, and still bumped into him in a daze.

"Bastard!" The Dutchman was really angry, and stretched out his long arm to grab at the other's chest, and he was ready to teach the Japanese man a lesson.

"Mike, forget it." The older Dutchman on the right persuaded him that, after all, he was in someone's chassis, and he didn't want his companion to cause trouble.

"Chels, you—" The young Dutchman who called Mike had not finished speaking, and before his outstretched hand touched the other's clothes, he was drunk before they met

The Japanese raised his head, revealing an ugly face with scars under his hat.

Mike felt a chill in his heart, and his outstretched hand was about to retract subconsciously. However, it was a little late, and I saw a cold light in the eyes of the ugly Japanese opposite, but there was a little bit of drunkenness. Mike felt the silver light flickering in front of him, and suddenly felt a little cool on his body, and subconsciously looked down, and saw that the clothes on his chest suddenly had a few more cracks at some point, and liquid flowed out of the cracks, and he subconsciously wiped it with his hand, and his hands were full of red blood. The sharp pain came to him, and he was about to howl loudly, but he couldn't make a sound, because there was also a thin knife in his throat.

The Dutchman next to him, Chels, was about to persuade his companion not to cause trouble, when the Japanese suddenly pulled out a knife from under him, and the knife light was like water and attacked Mike. His eyes widened suddenly, and he didn't have time to shout, so he hurriedly drew the sword at his waist, but before he could pull it out, he saw the Japanese staring coldly at him again. Chels didn't dare to slack off and was about to retreat in a hurry, but he saw the Japanese kicking the ground with his hind feet, his body rushing towards him like a lightning flash, his abdomen was cold, and when he looked down, he saw that the snow-white blade was being pulled out of his body.

The whole process was very short, and before the following several Nanyang natives could react, they saw that the two Dutch masters in front of them had been stabbed one after another, but their bodies had not yet fallen to the ground.

The Japanese wearing a hat stared coldly at the Nanyang natives who were hurriedly raising their muskets, but did not continue to do it, but casually inserted the long knife into the scabbard under his waist, and his figure disappeared in the vast crowd in a flash.

A few Nanyang natives finally leveled their spears, but there was still a noisy crowd in front of them, but nowhere could they still find the figure of the Japanese assassin.

"Murder!" When the bodies of the two Dutchmen finally fell to the ground, the noisy crowd erupted, the loitering people ran in panic, the Japanese prostitute crouched on the ground and screamed, and the assassin was nowhere to be found.

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"Honorable Lord, you must give me an explanation for this matter. Under your rule, we Dutch people have been assassinated by assassins, and two young souls have returned to heaven, and you must give me an account! In Matsuura Castle, Dutch Captain Geert slapped the table and roared.

"Your Excellency, pay attention to your words, this is not a big man, not Serbia, not a place where you Dutch can be arrogant!" Without waiting for Matsuura Dong to speak, Tagawa Ichiro, a retainer of the Matsuura family who was standing on the side, coldly accused, "There was a murder in Nagasaki, and we will naturally do our best to track down the murderer, but you should also review your own problems!" ”

Matsuura said with a smile on his face, watching the retainers and Geert pinch each other.

"What's wrong with us?" Geert shouted angrily.

"As far as I know, it was you Dutch who were rude and powerless that provoked the murderer to be furious and draw his sword to kill him. Therefore, after you go back, you should restrain your subordinates and let them learn to be humble and polite, my great Japan is a country of etiquette, as long as you are humble and polite, there will definitely be no murder again. Tagawa Ichiro said ridiculous words in a serious manner, which made Geert even more angry.

"Lord Domain," Geert ignored Ichiro Tagawa and said to Matsuura Don, "Lord Domain, this is not an accidental incident, this is a premeditated murder!" ”

"Oh, then tell me, who is targeting you?" Matsuura finally spoke.

"It's Qiyun Firm!" Geert said categorically: "It must be the murderers they sent, they first shamelessly robbed our 'Shark' and took it for themselves, and now they are openly killing our Dutch crew, I ask the lord of the domain to make the decision for us and go to their ship to search for the murderer!" ”

"Do you have any proof?" Matsuura asked coldly.

Geert was stunned: "We don't have any evidence, but in Nagasaki, only Qiyun Trading House dares to go against us, and there is no one else except them!" ”

"Not necessarily!" Matsuura Takanobu sneered: "As far as I know, ten years ago in Liuluo Bay, the Zheng family fought a naval battle with you and destroyed many of your ships, I'm afraid the hatred between the Zheng family and you Dutch is even greater." Moreover, over the years, you Dutch ships have wantonly attacked the ships coming to Japan, and I am afraid that many Ming people have enmity with you. There are not too many people who hate the Dutch, how can there be only Qiyun Commercial Bank? ”

"What do you mean, Mr. Lord? Does your Japanese government have a prejudice against us Dutch? Geert asked slowly, staring at Takanobu Matsuura.

"I can't talk about prejudices, I'm just reminding you that I don't care what happens between you and Akito, but Nagasaki is Japanese territory, and I don't allow anyone to do anything out of the ordinary here! Go back and restrain your men, be careful, and don't cause trouble in Nagasaki if it's okay! Matsuura Dong warned solemnly.

Looking at Geert's figure leaving angrily, Matsuura Dong laughed.

"My lord, why are you so protective of that kid from Daming, could it be that you really plan to marry Miss Ayako to him? But Miss Ayako has a marriage contract with the Ryuzoji family. Tagawa Ichiro asked puzzled.

"Why not? He is a talented man of the Ming Dynasty, a famous scholar, if his strength is stronger, he will not be disgraced by Ayako's identity! As for the Ryuzoji family, let's talk about it when the kid grows up. Matsuura said with a smile.

"But you can't be cheaper than that kid, you go and warn him, don't mess around like this in the future!" Matsuura Dong Masaki Road. (To be continued.) )