Hearing Dylan's slightly mocking reply, Oda Seishu's anger suddenly came to his head.

He swept his eyes around, and when he saw the wine jar on the table next to him, he copied the wine jar with his hand. Then, with one hand in his hand, he walked menacingly towards the place where Dylan was sitting.

At this time, there were not many people present. However, they also knew the identity of Oda Chengzhou, and they didn't dare to stop him, so they made way for him one after another.

And just as Oda Seishu came to Dylan, he raised the jar high, and was about to smash it down. But he heard a deep and powerful voice coming from behind him.

"Chengzhou, what are you going to do?"

Oda Seishu, who heard the voice, froze in place as if he had been immobilized, and his face instantly became innocent. He turned around, only to see his father, Keiji Oda, who didn't know when he appeared at the door of the hall. He was looking at himself with a gloomy expression.

Oda Seishu slowly put down the raised wine jar, and then said hesitantly, "Father... Father, why are you here? Chengzhou is just ····· It's just that. ”

"Just what?"

Oda Keiji's eyes released a fierce gaze, and he said viciously to Oda Seishu: "Today is Chizuru's sixteenth birthday, and I warned you not to cause trouble today. It seems that you don't have a good memory, and you forgot what I said. ”

"No... Listen to me..." Oda Seishu hurriedly shook his head.

But Oda Keiji had no intention of continuing to listen, he roared in a low voice: "Someone!"

"Hay!"

The two samurai standing behind him stepped forward at the same time and bowed to stand by.

Keiji Oda waved his hand: "Take him down and keep him closed for fifteen days." Only give him a bowl of rice soup to eat every day. After a few days of starvation, your memory should be a little better. ”

Hail!

The two samurai couldn't help but drag Oda Makoshu out.

A farce ended as soon as it began, and everyone present pretended not to see anything, and greeted Keiji Oda one after another.

"Yo, isn't this Keiji-sama? When did you come... I didn't even see it. ”

"Yes, yes! The city lord's martial arts skills have improved again, so when we came in, the pace was so fast that we didn't even see a shadow. ”

"Keiji······-sama! We don't know anything. Hahaha······"

At this time, a large number of samurai in Chinese costumes wearing cloud water patterns walked in from outside the door, and they hurriedly stepped forward to meet Oda Keiji's figure when they saw it.

And Oda Keiji also acted as if nothing had happened, smiled and exchanged a few words with everyone, and then walked to the upper seat.

From beginning to end, he didn't look at Dylan's side more.

Maybe in his eyes, a mere craftsman is not worth talking nonsense with him. Don't say that Oda Chengzhou's jar of wine just now didn't fall down, even if it has been smashed, do you have to make amends to him yourself.

It's a big deal, it's just to lose him a little money.

Looking at the back of Keiji Oda in the distance, Dylan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's a good thing he didn't see it, otherwise I would have been in trouble today. ”

At four o'clock in the afternoon, all the people who came to celebrate the birthday arrived, and the banquet officially began.

In the hall, hundreds of people sat down according to their ranks, toasting and talking to each other from time to time.

The rules of the island country are strict, and the banquet is also divided into three, six, nine and so on. And the banquet of the Oda family is also divided into three levels.

The first-class seats are at the top, and everyone from the Oda family is seated. Except for Oda Seishu, who had just been locked up, Oda Keiji brought all his children to the scene.

The second-class seats are the three divisions of Hachiman, Mishima, Ima, and Izumi-Oda. The three families came from the head of the family and the elders of the family who were in power, as well as the children of the descendants. They sit in the middle position.

The third class was courtiers such as Koizumi, Iwaza, Oshima, and Okubo, and individuals like Dylan who were qualified to sit at the table. These people are the largest number of people in the hall.

Dylan sat at the end of the table while entertaining the guests around him, but he was a little worried in his heart.

Two months ago, Dylan came to Oda's house under an impostor. There are two purposes, one is to find out the strength of the Oda family from the inside, and the other is the martial arts of Oda Keiji.

In the past two months, he has exhausted all means to finally learn the whereabouts of this scripture from Chizuru's mouth. But the results were unsatisfactory.

Dylan had only learned a few days ago that the original origin of the Jizo Honpo was never known to anyone except the current head of the Oda family. Even when Keiji Oda taught his children, he taught martial arts by word of mouth.

According to this method of teaching, unless Oda Keiji is willing, it is impossible for the exercises to leak out.

Dylan drank the sullen wine one by one, and secretly felt ruthless in his heart: "If I really can't do it, I will kidnap Chizuru and force Chizuru to recite the Jizo Honjo Method." ”

After thinking for a moment, he overturned his thoughts: "No! Chizuru has a strong temperament, and it is impossible to accept anyone's threats. If I kidnap her, the best outcome is Chizuru's suicide. I can't get anything. ”

"Otherwise, I can kidnap Chizuru and his brother, and let Keiji Oda exchange him. ”

"But····· Will Oda Keiji agree? Anyway, he has three sons, and he probably doesn't care if one or two die. What should I do·····. ”

Dylan grabbed his hair, pondering the possibilities in distress, and then rejected them one by one.

Time passed quickly, and in the process of pushing the cup and changing the lamp, the sky was unconsciously at night, and one jar after another of the wine was continuously drunk by everyone. After three times of wine and five flavors of food, everyone in the field was a little presumptuous.

Some people have drunk too much and start to be reluctant to stay in their seats, so they take their glasses and run around.

Among them, the most exaggerated is Ryuichiro Oda, the eldest son of the Oda family. He held the wine jar, from top to bottom, and toasted everyone he met, regardless of whether he recognized it or not.

Ryuichiro Oda had a very good reputation for being lazy and incompetent, but other than that, none of the guests present knew that he was drinking so well.

Although it looked wobbly, as if it was going to fall in the next second, it unexpectedly persevered to the final stage.

And Dylan looked at Ryuichiro Oda, who was full of alcohol in front of him, and was slightly surprised in his heart.

"I didn't notice just now, this guy was actually pretending to be drunk. And······ What's in this wine? ”

As a knowledgeable dark mage, Dylan was able to discern more than five thousand medicines. As a blood clan, Dylan's super sense of smell can be smelled from the wine in Ryuichiro's hand, a very familiar taste.

This is ····· Similar to the taste of anesthetic.