Trafford's Trading Club

Thinking back to Tsukihime Kondo’s gaze just now, Master Nagato couldn’t help but look a little dignified, thinking about the possibilities of the princess coming. He was emotionally upset.

Soon after, Zixing settled down.

At this moment, Master Nagato was sitting on his knees in front of Zixing with his eyes gazing down, quietly listening to this formidable character’s command. Zixing asked calmly, “Master Nagato, I wonder if there are any outsiders from the Unripe Rice Village recently?”

“People from outside the village?” Master Nagato raised his head and asked cautiously, “I wonder why Miss Tsukihime has this question?”

“You just have to answer me.”

Master Nagato said slowly, “As far as I know, there’s not. Unripe Rice Village is at the end of Mountain Famen. Even the traders rarely come here.”

“Are you sure?” Zixing looked at Master Nagato again and asked.

It’s this kind of gaze again. The gaze that seems to be descended above the clouds. For some reason, Master Nagato’s heart trembled slightly, so he lowered his head and said, “There’s a possibility. After all, I can’t always pay attention to the road into the village. But please rest assured, Miss Tsukihime. I will ask someone to go to the village and ask around. I wonder if Miss Tsukihime is looking for someone?”

“If someone from outside the village arrives in the past few days, or the village already has someone from the outside village, bring him over to see me.” Zixing didn’t bother elaborating. She just sent her order down.

“Yes!” Master Nagato nodded quickly and agreed.

At this moment, a servant pushed open the door, knelt, and whispered a few words to Master Nagato’s ear. Master Nagato said thoughtfully, “Miss Tsukihime, my son is outside. He wants to see you.”

“There’s no need for that.” Zixing waved her hand, “I’m tired and want to rest. Don’t let unnecessary people disturb me.”

“This...” Master Nagato suddenly hesitated.

But the samurai of the Kondo family said solemnly at this time, “Nagato! Didn’t you hear Miss Tsukihime’s instructions? Why aren’t you taking your leave!?”

“Yes...”

Master Nagato could only leave respectfully. He couldn’t resist the enormous power of the Kondo family at all. Outside the door, Shinji Nagato frowned. When he was about to ask, Master Nagato, cursed, “Go back!”

Shinji Nagato seemed to want to say something, but under Master Nagato’s terrifying gaze, he finally squeezed his fist.

He didn’t dare to walk with his father, so he could only leave the yard on the other side alone. After just taking a few steps away, he saw his uncle, Nagato Saburo.

“Uncle, why are you here?” Shinji Nagato asked puzzledly. He heard some news from his servants. It seemed that his father had asked the uncle not to show up for now.

“It’s unsightly, isn’t it?” Nagato Saburo had a gloating expression on his face at this time.

“Uncle Saburo, what do you want to say?” Shinji Nagato frowned. He didn’t like this uncle much, especially after he cowered back from the battlefield.

Nagato Saburo shook his head, “I’m not talking about you. I’m talking about your father. When he came out from the Kondo family just now, his face must be ugly.”

“Uncle Saburo, I don’t think we should discuss our father here.” Shinji Nagato still frowned, “You shouldn’t talk about the Nagato family’s head. This is a crime of disrespect! Also, Uncle Saburo, you smelled drunk. Go back and rest.”

At this time, Nagato Saburo, with a scraggly beard, leaned against the wall. He was holding a hip flask in his hand. His clothes were open, like those wanderers in the red-light district.

Nagato Saburo took a sip from the bottle, squinted as if he was enjoying it. He then said with a strange smile, “Here, my eldest brother is the sky and has the absolute right to speak. The entire Nagato family has nothing to go against his wish. But, he is still minute. After all, when a local snake meets with the dragon, he can only act so. Shinji, see it for yourself. Your father is not as strong and perfect as you imagined.”

“Uncle Saburo, you are inebriated!” Shinji Nagato’s tone became stern.

“Really?” Nagato Saburo continued to laugh strangely, but he staggered around, “Perhaps, it is better to live here muddle-headed. Otherwise, being too sober will...”

Instead, Shinji Nagato couldn’t hear what he said later. Probably, Nagato Saburo still had something to say.

Seeing that Nagato Saburo disappeared at the end of the corridor, Shinji Nagato subconsciously recalled the expression of his father’s anger and despair just now.

We’re still too minute...

Shinji Nagato was distracted but suddenly felt that his clothes were being pulled by something. When he looked back, he found that it was Nagato Chizuko.

The little girl only reached the height of his waist. At this time, her hand held his sleeves, “Play with me...”

“Go away!” Shinji Nagato suddenly waved and slapped Chizuko’s hand away.

Nagato Chizuko screamed in pain. Her horrified eyes began to turn watery. Shinji Nagato was irritated and kicked Nagato Chizuko to the ground with his foot. Nagato Chizuko rolled off the floor and fell into the courtyard outside the promenade.

“Ah...Miss Tsuruko!”

The maid rushed in horror and supported Nagato Chizuko, who was kicked to the ground, only to see Nagato Chizuko’s forehead had a red hue. It was the wound caused by hitting the forehead on the gravel when she landed.

“Master Shinji, Miss Tsuruko is still young. Forgive her for being impolite.” The maid hugged Nagato Chizuko and looked at the Nagato family’s heir tremblingly.

“Hmph!” Shinji Nagato said coldly, “Woman, don’t get out! Stay in the room!”

After that, Shinji Nagato flung his sleeves away.

“Miss Tsuruko, are you okay? Hurry, I’ll take you back and bandage it!” The maid put Nagato Chizuko down, tidying up Nagato Chizuko’s clothes in a panic. She said in a mournful voice, “Really, how can he do this to you? He’s really... Does it hurt?”

“Axiu, play with me.”

The blood dripped from Nagato Chizuko’s forehead from between her eyebrows. It dripped down along the bridge of her nose and diverged away at her nose bridge. It was like a crooked water stream on the river map.

The maid, Axiu, looked at her. With her nose twitch, she hugged Nagato Chizuko firmly and said cryingly, “Alright, Axiu will play with Miss Tsuruko.”

...

Zixing was sitting quietly in the room. At this time, a samurai opened the door and knelt in the corridor outside the door with a solemn expression, “Master Tsukihime, we found a peeper outside!”

Zixing opened her eyes slowly, frowning slightly, “A peeper? Is he from the Nagato family?”

The samurai quickly said, “No, this person calls himself Sasaki Kojiro.”