Overgod Ascension

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"Master Samurai, my name is Goro, thank you very much for saving my sister Photon!"

After some astonishment and explanations, Guangzi's elder brother led the other two youths, put their fists on the ground, bowed and thanked, and buried their foreheads deeply in the mud.

He was vaguely more knowledgeable than Photon, and he knew the horror of this kind of warrior.

At the same time, he was even more amazed by the luxury of Wu Ming's samurai uniform and the absence of a family crest: "Could it be a ronin?" Wild Samurai? But this kind of power of ghosts and gods that one person is equivalent to more than a dozen people, I am afraid that any city lord will be pleased to accept it, right? '

"Well, you deal with this bear and take it to the village, I want to rest!"

Wu Ming said unceremoniously.

It is only natural for the superiors to issue orders to the subordinates, and Goro and the others immediately obeyed them obediently.

Three people were carrying the bear, and Photon was leading the way.

When entering the village, there was no doubt that it attracted crowds of onlookers.

"It's the Wind Demon Palace!"

"The Wind Demon Palace has been claimed!"

Waves of tenant farmers and children surrounded them from a distance, but they did not dare to come over, their eyes filled with awe.

"That lord must be a powerful warrior, right? Look at the end that was cut off with one blow..."

Someone said it in awe.

"Maybe it's a traveling swordsman! To kill the head with one sword, not only requires huge physical strength, but also requires a good sword!"

This is knowledgeable, and his eyes are fixed on Wu Ming's waist: "Maybe it is a famous blade!"

Hearing these discussions, several bear hunters looked excited and proud, but Goro looked at Wu Ming's back and clenched his fists secretly, making some kind of determination.

'...a famous knife? '

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

He found it rather dumbfounding that under the false rumors of the villagers outside, he had a tendency to be exaggerated more and more.

Even the quality of the samurai sword at the waist can only be regarded as ordinary, and it has the taste of transforming into a famous sword and blade.

'Hmm... Maybe you can get nicknames like 'Feng Mo Cut' and 'Black Bear Cut' in the future, and you'll really become a famous sword! '

When I entered the village just now, I saw that there were acres of paddy fields outside, and there were simple bamboo and wood fences around the village for defense. I immediately knew that this place was not very peaceful.

In other words, the whole world is not very peaceful, so we must protect ourselves.

"Goro, take me to your house, just in time for a meal!"

Wu Ming seemed to be talking casually, but Guangzi and Wulang were shocked: "This... our family has no experience in serving adults..."

"No need, let's leave it at that, it just so happens that this black bear needs you to help me deal with it!"

Wu Ming waved his hand resolutely.

In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to go to the home of a higher-ranking person, but Wu Ming is a little guilty, so he might as well go to this home first and get some news before talking.

When a group of people came to Guangzi's house, they saw a middle-aged couple who were embarrassed and uneasy, and a few timid children, who were already kneeling at the door: "I have seen you, my lord!"

"Well, get up! I'll leave it to you this time, and this black bear, peel off the skin!"

Wu Ming pretended to reach into his bosom, but in fact he took out a small piece of gold from the Tiangong ring: "I reward you!"

"Thank you, my lord!"

Several people thanked him sincerely and felt that this young warrior was really different.

...

"My lord... please use it!"

Photon knelt in front of Wu Ming, and put down the wooden plate, on which were two snow-white rice balls, a plate of plums, and a bowl of miso soup.

Wu Ming looked at the plate with only two salted plums and specially decorated with green leaves, and was a little speechless.

Of course, I also know that this restaurant has already tried its best, and I am afraid that even if it is usually Chinese New Year, it may not be able to eat this.

When I passed the kitchen just now, I saw the children of this family eating only black food, like a mixture of wild vegetables and bran, and I couldn't swallow it immediately.

This is all the more so when you see a few pairs of bright and longing eyes at the door.

"Photon, keep the miso soup, and serve the rest to your younger brothers and sisters!"

"Also, ask Goro to keep the bear's paw, roast it and send it over!"

Wu Ming waved his hand.

grunt!

Photon obviously heard the sound of swallowing saliva, and said hesitantly: "My lord..."

"Go!"

Wu Ming waved his hand dejectedly, and soon he saw Photon go out, surrounded by joyful laughter, and there was a faint voice: "Such snow-white rice balls are not easy to eat and clean, dropping a grain of rice will be punished by God." oh!"

After a while, the male owner of the house came in, his hands were still rubbing the hem of his clothes uneasily: "Sorry! I'm really sorry! Treating adults with such things!"

"No need, I have something else I want to ask you!"

Wu Ming didn't care what he misunderstood, he said it directly, and asked some things around.

"My lord... please use it!"

After waiting for a long time, Goro roasted the bear's paw and brought it in with a blushing face.

"Hmm...it really tastes good!"

Bear paws are the essence of bears, with the thickest fat and the most delicious taste. Although there is a shortage of seasonings, Wu Ming endured it and praised.

At this time, it is almost clear that this Izumo native, like his previous life, also maintains strange customs.

First of all, livestock running on the ground, no matter what kind of meat, cannot be eaten! Because they believe that this meat is dirty, as long as they eat it, they will inevitably become animals in the next life.

Therefore, you can't eat mutton, chicken, or duck. The only thing you can eat is fish!

And the more powerful the noble, the harsher this aspect is, even to the point where they don't even eat fish and meat, but only eat white raw rice!

In their view, only rice is the real food for the upper class.

As for the meat? Except for fish, they are all eaten by inferior people. This is really a habit that makes people cry.

Of course, the result of this is that the ruling upper class, the nobles and nobles, will inevitably weaken, and power will begin to transfer to the samurai family, that is, the lower-level nobles and warriors.

At this time, every warrior is skilled in bow and horse, and is proficient in the art of killing. They are first-class war machines, elite soldiers.

Moreover, as a nobleman, he has privileges, and the subordinates must salute when they see it, and even find an excuse such as "trying a new knife is not good" to kill the subordinates.

In this village, there is a samurai who owns Zhixing (hereditary land) of two hundred shi, and is regarded as a powerful local countryman.

These two hundred stones are the output of two hundred stones of rice every year, which is about two hundred acres of land.

Oh, in the countryside of Izumo country, the people are generally divided into three classes, countrymen, common farmers, and savages.

The people of the country are the people who have a certain amount of power and force in the local area; the commoner farmers are the authentic farmers; and the savages are the wild people who refuse to obey the king, flee to the mountains, and do not accept the rule. They are often synonymous with thieves and even dare to hunt. warrior.

"A small landlord of two hundred acres is a powerful local countryman..."

Wu Ming was a little speechless: 'Then according to this standard, the Wu Family Fort is 2,000 mu, which is simply a powerful local family. If Wubao is included, maybe there is a small name to do it? '

This kind of rank reminded him of the feudal knights in the western world.

Of course, ordinary low-level warriors only have a few hundred acres of knowledge, which is far less than a knight's manor, but it is equivalent to a knight's retinue.

As for intermediate warriors, they are almost the same as western knights.

"Well, Goro, you are really good at your craft! Peel off the bear skin and give it to me, and leave the rest of the meat to you!"

Of course, at this moment, Wu Ming was only playing the role of a ronin warrior, and eating some meat was nothing. Although it was still a bit surprising, it was within the acceptable range.

"Thank you, my lord!"

Even for hunters, it is extremely difficult to hunt down such prey.

After all, it is hundreds of catties of meat! Not only Goro, but even his father thanked him immediately.

"Hmm... I want to sell this bear skin. Where is the nearest city and commercial town?"

Wu Ming asked casually.

"The nearest city? That's the Numata Castle of the Yamada family... Goro sometimes sends the furs he hunts to merchants!"

That's what the owner of the house said.

From the conversation just now, Wu Ming knew that the Yamada family was the big landlord who ruled here, maybe it could be considered a local name?

"Goro, according to your opinion, how much is this bear skin worth?"

"My lord, I think it's worth at least twenty guan!"

There are also copper coins here, one coin is one penny, and one thousand pennies is consistent, which is equivalent to a silver sentence of one tael as usual.

Of course, because Fuso has less silver and more gold, most of the time, gold is still used as the currency for large transactions.

"Very good, I would like to invite Goro to take me to Numata Castle, I wonder if it is possible?"

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

But this is also not for making money, but for spreading fame. Anyway, there are so many ronin and swordsmen wandering around at this time, it is impossible to attract attention immediately.

'Well, the most urgent thing is to give myself a surname...'

Wu Ming thought a little depressed.

It doesn't matter whether it is a wild samurai who lost his master's family or a ronin swordsman, but he must have his own surname, otherwise he will become a pariah.

Moreover, it must be a localized name, otherwise, if the reputation spreads, it will be known by those who are hostile to reincarnation. This is the lowest mistake!

"Oh...this is really troublesome..."

Since they are aristocrats and privileged classes, they must have things such as family trees that can be checked, and making up random things is not enough.

Wu Ming was a little distressed: "Could it be that you want to be compiled as a foreign warrior? This is also risky... Or, simply pretend to be a magician? In this world full of ghosts, the status of a mage should be very high?"

My heart was spinning rapidly. Of course, on the surface, Wu Ming was still very calm, and the martial style he exuded made Goro secretly envious and saddened. (To be continued.)