A year and a half later, the Land of Iron.

It is winter, thousands of mountains and rivers are bleached by the wind and snow, the branches of the trees beside the road are frosted, no matter the pedestrians, leisurely passers-by, all wearing robes, being wrapped in the cold winter air, had to be restrained to move.

Snow swirled from the sky and fell to the ground, and the carriages, the passers-by in their hats, and the heavily armed samurai were all dyed white, and they marched stoically in the solemn cold.

And on the official road to the Iron Country, a tavern standing next to the road has its door open, and the flags at the door are waving to welcome guests who come and go.

For example, this kind of tavern on the side of the road, although it is a little hard, and you may occasionally encounter many incidents, but it is very enjoyable to make money. Because no matter how passers-by, after a day of tiredness, most of them will want to find a place to rest, even if it is a bowl of warm wine, a pile of lit firewood, it is enough to make people feel great comfort and supreme happiness.

What's more, in such a cold season, a tavern like this is even more prosperous.

Although that kind of large convoy and large caravan may have all kinds of concerns and camp alone, the lonely lone rangers and small groups of three or five have absolutely no such concerns.

Therefore, between the inside and outside of the tavern, it was cold and snowy, but there was a noisy chatter and laughter that could not be concealed from the curtain, and the hot air faintly passed from it.

A white hand rested on the curtain, and with a slight pull, the curtain was lifted at will.

The boss who was guarding behind the counter of the store immediately put on a smiling face out of professional habits:

"Welcome – don't know what you're looking for?"

A young samurai in a black suit, who looked neither like a ninja nor a ronin from the outfit, but rather looked like a young samurai who had just come out to break into the ninja world, without a suit of armor, walked in, with a pleasing smile on his honest and pure face. Unlike the samurai, who usually carried their long swords behind their backs, he hung them around his waist.

The young samurai grinned toothily at the boss:

"A bowl of hot plum wine, three skewers of takoyaki, and a serving of tempura. By the way, is there a separate seat here? ”

The boss nodded busily and said:

"Yes, yes, it's at the innermost point - the things you ordered are a total of 1,500 taels, I'll bring it to you right away!"

The boss smiled, unaware of the contradiction between "wait" and "immediately" in his words, and did not feel how unreasonable it was to price these foods, which were at most a few hundred taels in the town, to more than triple the price.

The young warrior smiled slightly, but did not say anything, put two bills in his hand, and walked towards the innermost part of the tavern, and said in passing before leaving:

"Please send it right away."

"Okay, okay!"

The boss was on the verge of smiling, and the samurai was already walking inside.

The samurai in the suit walked to the innermost part and nodded as he looked at the empty seat that was separated from the surroundings.

Although this boss is a little black-hearted, but the store is quite clean, and he is right, there is indeed a seat here, in this case, the fifteen hundred taels are not all wasted. The young samurai extinguished the desire to come here and set a fire after completing a mission.

Sitting on a partitioned seat, the boss soon brought all the food ordered by the young samurai.

A small wine bottle, three strings of takoyaki, and a tempura, the furnishings are exquisite compared to the small size of this storefront. The young samurai uncorked the bottle, poured a glass of plum wine, and drank it in one gulp. The hot but clear wine defended his throat, like a gentle but indifferent swordsman.

The takoyaki is juicy and fatty, and the tempura fried is worth the money, so you can eat it casually, and it will warm up with the sweet and drunken drink.

It seems that although the food and drinks here are quite expensive, they are not a black shop.

The young warrior nodded faintly.

Also, among the pedestrians who come and go on the official road of the Iron Country, there are a lot of samurai, these people who still maintain the seemingly stupid and upright samurai tradition in the ninja world today, and can also strictly abide by neutrality, in addition to the slogan of not participating in the hegemony of the ninja world, their own strength is naturally extremely important.

If you want to live as an alien warrior in a world dominated by ninjas, I don't know how many people you have killed in exchange for a transcendent position like the Iron Country, which is not among the major powers, but can mediate the disputes between the great powers.

You know, even in the previous life, the Switzerland that was able to maintain neutrality in World War II, in addition to the dirty things it secretly did in exchange for Germany's relaxation, its own national strength and military strength were also extremely strong. If Switzerland itself were a scumbag, and Hugh said that it would remain neutral, I am afraid that the Führer would have a million troops the next day, and let it follow in the footsteps of Poland.

And on this official road leading directly to the land of iron, the people who come and go are extremely murderous, strong and brave samurai, this shopkeeper dares to do some black-hearted deeds, selling some expensive and unpalatable things, I am afraid that if it is not for the samurai to cut it down with a knife, the shopkeeper and this shop will be crushed into dust.

Thinking in such a way, the young samurai, who had never changed this habit of thinking since he was born in this world, casually chewed on the octopus whiskers, allowing the spicy taste of wasabi mixed with the aroma of seafood to gradually spread in his mouth.

The tavern was full of noisy voices, some talking, some gambling, some silent, some drunk, some laughing and crowding each other, and so on.

All sorts of accents poured into the ears of the young samurai, some sounding awkward, some straight, some mellow, and some dry.

Even Japan on the planet has a variety of local accents. Kansai people regard the Kanto dialect as a posturing, and the Kanto people regard the Kansai dialect as a country accent.

In this world, the ninja world is divided and there are small countries everywhere, and although most of the people speak Japanese, the accents are different.

For example, the accent of the Land of Fire is similar to the most orthodox Tokyo accent; Northerner countries, such as Iron Country, are similar to the Osaka dialect.

However, this is also a phenomenon that can only be developed by countries that have been established for a long time and have a history of more than 100 years, and it is difficult for some small countries to develop their own cultural phenomena.

However, it is precisely because the Land of Iron is a neutral country, and its interior is extremely prosperous, looking at the ninja world, only the open and prosperous Konoha can overpower it, perhaps it is precisely for this reason that there are various accents mixed in this tavern.

He ordered another plate of takoyaki, and the young samurai chewed slowly, and at this moment, the sound of conversation from the adjacent table suddenly reached his ears, causing the young man's movements to froze suddenly.

"Hey, did you hear that? In the last year or so, there has been a very powerful killer in this world? ”

"Who?"

"How good can it be?"

"Hmph...... This killer is called Hattori Hanzo - in recent years, I don't know how many powerful ninjas have died at his hands, and it is rumored that there is even a shinobi among them! ”