Overgod Ascension

“This samurai, my name is Goro, thank you very much for saving my sister Mitsuko! ”

After a surprise and explanation, Koko's brother, with two other young men, shook his fists, knelt down to thank him and buried his forehead deep in the mud.

He, who knows more than photons, knows more about the horrors of such warriors.

At the same time, he was surprised by the nobility of Wu Ming's samurai uniform and the lack of a home pattern: ‘Is he a wanderer? Wild samurai? But this kind of person is equivalent to the power of a dozen ghosts, and I'm afraid any great city owner would be happy to accommodate it? ’

“Well, you take care of this bear and take it to the village. I'm going to rest! ”

Wu Ming said without courtesy.

It is only natural that the superiors should give orders to the inferiors, and Goro and the others did so immediately and obediently.

Three men carrying bears and photons leading the way.

Upon entering the village, the sights were undoubtedly sparked.

“It's the Temple of the Wind! ”

“The Wind Demon Palace has been taken! ”

A wave of tenant farmers, as well as children, are far away, but they dare not come, with awe in their eyes.

“That lord must be a mighty samurai, right? You look at that head cut off..."

Some say it in awe.

“Maybe it's a swordsman from a journey! This is a sword that will kill your head, not only requires enormous strength, but also a good sword! ”

This is insightful, his eyes stared at Wu Ming's waist: “Maybe it's a name blade! ”

Listening to these discussions, several bear-lifting hunters were excited, and with honor, Goro looked at Wu Ming's back, clasped his fist, and made some determination.

‘... famous knife? ’

Even though those people deliberately lowered their voices, they didn't hide anything from Wu Ming.

He couldn't help but notice that he was increasingly being exaggerated by the blackmail of these villagers outside.

Even this quality in the waist can only be considered an ordinary samurai knife, and it has the smell of converting to a divine weapon with a famous knife name blade.

‘Well... maybe you can mix names like' Wind Demon Cut ’and‘ Black Bear Cut ’in the future and really become a famous sword! ’

When I went into the village, I saw an acre of paddy fields outside, and there was a simple bamboo fence around the village. I knew it wasn't too peaceful.

Or, the whole world is not too peaceful, so you have to protect yourself.

“Goro, take me to your house. I'm just having dinner! ”

Wu Ming seemed to talk casually, while Mitsuko and Goro were shocked: “This... our family has no experience serving adults...”

“No need, that's it, this black bear needs your help! ”

Wu Ming waved resolutely.

In fact, it's not that I don't want to go to the higher level of the house, it's just that Wu Ming is a little out of his mind, so why don't we go to this house first and get some news.

When they arrived at Koko's house, they saw a couple of middle-aged couples with anxiety in the rush, as well as several frightened children, kneeling at the door: "Meet the adults! ”

“Well, get up! I'm counting on you this time, and this black bear, peel it off! ”

Wu Ming pretended to reach into his arms. In fact, he touched a small piece of gold out of Tiangong's ring: "Give it to you! ”

“Thank you, my lord! ”

Several people prayed with sincerity and fear, and felt that this young samurai was really different.

……

“My lord... please! ”

Koko sat on his knees in front of Wu Ming, putting down a wooden plate with two snow-white rice balls, a plate of plums and a bowl of soy sauce.

Wu Ming looked at only two salted plums and deliberately decorated dishes with green leaves, some silent.

Of course, I know that this family has done everything in its power, and I'm afraid even if it's New Year's Eve, it won't necessarily be able to eat this.

I just walked past the kitchen and saw a few kids in the house, but they ate nothing but dark food, like a mixture of vegetables and bran skin, which I couldn't swallow.

This is all the more true when you see a few crystalline and eager eyes at the door.

“Mitsuko, leave the soup for you, and the rest for your brothers and sisters! ”

“And let Goro keep the bears and bring them here! ”

Wu Ming waved.

Gollum!

The sound of swallowing saliva was apparently heard by photons, and he hesitated: "My lord...”

“Go! ”

Wu Ming waved his hand depressingly, and immediately saw Photon go out, surrounded by a joyous laugh, stealthily and voices: “Such a snow-white rice basket, it's not good to eat clean, dropping a grain of rice is condemned by God! ”

A moment later, the male owner of the family came in and rubbed his clothes under his hands with anxiety: "Sorry! I'm so embarrassed! Treat grownups with something like this! ”

“No, there's something else I want to ask you! ”

Wu Ming did not care what he misunderstood, said directly, and asked something side-by-side.

“My lord... please! ”

After a long wait, Goro roasted the bears and sent them in with a red face.

“Mmm... it tastes good! ”

Bear palm is the essence of the bear, the most fat, the most delicious flavor. Despite the lack of seasoning, Wu Ming also endured, to his admiration.

It was almost clear at this time that the cloud nations, like previous generations, maintained strange customs.

First of all, livestock running on the ground, whatever the meat, cannot be eaten! Because they believe that the meat is dirty, and if they eat it, the rest of their lives will certainly turn into animals.

Therefore, lamb cannot be eaten, chicken cannot be eaten, duck cannot be eaten, the only thing that can be eaten is fish!

The greater the aristocracy, the harsher this aspect, even to the point of not eating fish meat, only raw rice!

In their view, only rice is the food of the truly superior.

As for meat? Except for the fish, it's a very tearful habit for the inferior to eat.

The result, of course, is that the upper echelons of domination, the Duke's nobles, inevitably continue to weaken, and power begins to shift to the martial family, the lower noble samurai group.

At this time, the samurai, each skilled in archery and mastery of the art of killing, are first-class war machines, elite tooth soldiers.

And, as noblemen, they have the privilege to see to it that courtesy must be exercised, and even to find a pretext such as' try a new knife to the detriment ’to slaughter them.

In this village, there is a samurai with 200 stones of knowledge (hereditary land), which is a powerful national of the place.

Two hundred stones, the output of two hundred stones of rice each year, is about 200 acres.

Oh, in the cloudy countryside, people are generally divided into three classes: people, civilian farmers, and wildlings.

People are local generations of power and force; civilian farmers are authentic farmers; and wildlings, who are unwilling to king, flee to the mountains and do not accept domination, are often synonymous with thieves and even dare to hunt samurai.

‘Two hundred acres of small landowners are powerful people in the area...’

Wu Ming is very speechless: ‘According to this standard, Wu Jiabao is 2,000 mu, it is a powerful and powerful people in the place. If it counts as a dockburger, maybe there is a small name to do it? ’

This hierarchy reminds him of the feudal knights of the Western world.

Of course, an average low-level samurai, with only a few hundred acres of knowledge, is far less than a knight's estate, but is equivalent to a knight's obedience.

As for intermediate samurai, they are much like western knights.

“Well, Goro, you're so crafty! Peel off the bears and give me the rest of the meat! ”

Of course, Wu Ming, playing only a wandering samurai, eating some meat is nothing, although it is still a little surprising, but it is within the scope of acceptance.

“Thank you, my lord! ”

Even if it's a hunter, it's very difficult to hit a prey like this.

Hundreds of pounds of meat, after all! Not only Goro, but even his father immediately thanked him with joy.

“Well... this bearskin, I want to sell it. Where's the nearest city pool and business town? ”

Wu Ming asked casually.

“The nearest city pool? That's Yamada's Numata City... Goro sometimes sends the hunted fur to the merchants! ”

That's what the man said.

From the conversation just now, Wu Ming knows that the Yamada family is the landowner of this place, so maybe it could be a place of fame?

“Goro, how much is this bear skin worth in your opinion? ”

“My lord, I think it's worth at least twenty! ”

There is also copper money here, one is a piece of paper, a thousand is a consistent piece of paper, which is normally equivalent to one or two silver judgments.

Of course, because Fu Sang Yin is low in gold, most of the time, gold is used as the currency for large transactions.

“Fine, I'd like to invite Goro to take me to Numata City, don't you think? ”

Wu Ming said that with the gold and silver reserves in his Tiangong ring, there was no need to sell fur.

But this is also not about making money, but about spreading fame. Anyway, the number of wanderers and swordsmen wandering at this time is unlikely to attract immediate attention.

‘Well, as a matter of urgency, you must give yourself a surname...’

Wu Ming thought somewhat depressingly.

Whether it's a wild samurai who loses his home or a wandering swordsman, it doesn't really matter, but he can't have his own surname, otherwise he becomes a slut.

Moreover, it must also be a localized name, otherwise the spread of fame will inevitably be known by the hostile circles, which is the lowest mistake!

“Oops... this is a bit of a hassle...”

Since it is noble and privileged, it is inevitable that there is a genealogy or something that can be traced, but it is not possible to make it up.

Wu Ming was somewhat distressed: “Do you want to be a foreign samurai? It's also a risk… or, why not pretend to be a legal officer? In a world full of demons, the status of a magician should be high, right? ”

His heart was spinning rapidly, of course, on the surface, Wu Ming was still very quiet, revealing the Wujia style, which made Goro envious and dark.