In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

In the evening, Kondo and Serizawa also received the news.

"The Tozen-ji Temple in Edo has been attacked for the second time," Serizawa Kamo told everyone with a distressed expression.

The last attack on Tozenji Temple was carried out by people from the Mito Domain, and Serizawa Kamo and Niimi Nishiki were people from the Mito Domain.

"I wonder who it is this time. If it's the Mito Domain again..." He held his head, utterly despondent.

Still dreaming of joining the shogunate? It's a good thing you weren't implicated and imprisoned again.

"What are you afraid of?" Niimi Nishiki slapped Serizawa Kamo on the shoulder. "Have you forgotten that we left our domains?"

"Ah, oh, right, we've broken away from the domain." Serizawa Kamo scratched his forehead.

“Our chances have improved.” Hijikata Toshizo ate a pickled cucumber with relish. “Now that the British are down on their luck for the second time, the shogunate is definitely more anxious and needs a forceful hammer even more.”

“Let’s start recruiting and integrating as soon as possible. I heard that Kiyokawa Hachiro is also integrating the team, but I don’t trust his people.” Serizawa Kamo said while picking his teeth.

Kondo Isami nodded: "No matter what, we must take on the task of maintaining order in Kyoto."

"Miss Okita!" Just then, a voice came from outside the temple.

"Souji, it's for you." Rintaro Okita said to his sister, taking a bite of a pickled cucumber.

"It sounds like Kanna's voice." Ms. Okita wiped her mouth; she didn't like pickled cucumbers.

Ms. Okita opened the temple door, and Kanna was standing timidly outside.

"What's wrong, Kanna? It's already dark, why did you come here all by yourself?" Ms. Okita was a little worried and pulled Kanna inside.

"It's Mr. Samura who's back."

"Samura is back?!" Okita Souji was startled.

Kanna nodded, then shook her head.

“Mr. Samura came back, but left again immediately. Kanna didn’t see him, she only found a letter.” Kanna handed the letter to Ms. Okita.

Okita Souji took the letter: "What's that Samura guy up to...?"

As she looked at the last sentence, Ms. Okita's voice gradually faded away.

"Is it inconvenient for you to come see me...?"

With a dim look in her eyes, Ms. Okita sighed softly.

“Miss Okita…” Kanna looked at Miss Okita with some concern.

"Ah, Kanna, you don't think I'll be sad, do you?" Ms. Okita patted Kanna's head. "I'm happy for him that he has his own things to do."

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Chapter 371 Approaching People with a Billion

After leaving Mibu Village, Zuocun first went to the camp, since it wasn't far away.

A person was waiting at the entrance of the camp.

A bright red hedgehog-like head and massive muscles.

This is Tanaka Shinbei, Okada Izo's colleague and senior, and the leader of the Tosa Loyalist Party's "man-slaying" group.

"Mr. Samura."

Although he greeted him, Tanaka Shinbei's gaze toward Samura was not friendly.

He greatly respected Takeshi Ruishan, and naturally harbored great resentment towards Zuocun, who was above Takeshi Ruishan.

Zuo Cun didn't want to be snubbed, so he nodded casually and went inside.

Takeshi Zuizan was browsing through a piece of intelligence coming from Kyoto when he saw Samura carrying three swords. He wasn't surprised at all: "You've come."

"The matter is urgent, I had no choice but to come." Zuo Cun did not sit down.

Wu Shi Ruishan didn't say much. He stood up, walked to the cabinet next to him, and took out some things.

"This bag contains the event funds, and a set of Western clothing. I asked Lord Yamauchi to get it for me. It's said to be a popular style in the West, and its name is quite straightforward: a Western suit." Takeichi Zuizan must have prepared this bag in advance.

"Thank you for your help." Zuo Cun took the bag without hesitation and left the room.

......

Samura was traveling at an extremely fast speed, arriving in Edo before dawn from Kyoto.

Zuo Cun found an inn, booked a room, took off his gray-blue Wu-style clothing, folded it neatly, and began to examine the suit that Wu Shi Ruishan had given him.

"Is this what foreigners wear...? The structure is so strange."

Zuocun buttoned up his shirt, put on his outer coat, and fastened the crane wings and pheasant feathers with his belt, while the poisonous feathers were placed in the small pocket inside.

Zuo Cun is only 1.78 meters tall, which is not very tall, but years of training have made him appear very upright.

Tie your hair up with a rope and toss it loosely behind your back.

"It's strange, but it has abandoned some complex structures... but it feels a bit uncomfortable to move around in."

Having grown accustomed to loose-fitting Wu clothing, Zuo Cun felt extremely uncomfortable wearing this somewhat tight suit.

“However… since we’re going to be interacting with foreigners, this outfit is still necessary.” Zuo Cun smiled, pushed open the door to his room, and walked out.

If Takeshi Ruizan only wanted to gather information, he wouldn't have needed to use Samura at all; he could have sent anyone with even a little ability.

But Takeshi Ruizan insisted on having Zuocun do this task.

The meaning is self-evident.

Zuocun also understood that this was an opportunity.

Ignoring the astonished, fearful, and curious gazes of the people lining the road, Samura, dressed in a suit and carrying two swords, arrived at Tozen-ji Temple outside Edo Castle.

“There are signs of burning... but it’s unclear how many people died.” Zuocun frowned as he looked at the charred walls of Dongchan Temple.

With his hands in his pockets, Zuocun walked slowly toward Dongchan Temple.

I didn't see many Shogunate soldiers... Has xenophobia reached this level?

Without encountering much resistance, Samura ignored the obstacles set up by the feudal lords and walked into Tozen-ji Temple.

This is a fairly large temple, and it looks quite prosperous.

However, Dongchan Temple is now in complete chaos, and the temple is filled with the smell of smoke and dust.

A blond man dressed much like Zuo Cun stood with his back to Zuo Cun, looking at the charred building.

"Hello?" Zuocun greeted from a distance.

The blond man instinctively turned around to look.

Then the muscles tensed up instantly.

A local man in a suit, with two knives at his waist, was standing behind him.

The question "Who are you?" is asked in English.

"Don't worry, I mean no harm," Zuocun replied with a smile in English.

"You...you can speak English?" The blond, blue-eyed middle-aged man was somewhat surprised.

"Hmm." Zuo Cun nodded.

"Are you one of Tokugawa's men? Or one of the men who attacked us?" the middle-aged man asked nervously.

"Neither, but don't worry, sir, I'm not here to ambush you." Zuo Cun spread his hands, indicating that he wouldn't draw his sword.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then, why did you come here?" The British man seemed a little bewildered.

Zuo Cun put his index finger to his lips: "There are still too many people here. I hope I can... have a private talk with you, about something that will be good for both of us."

The British man hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Whom do you represent...?"

Zuo Cun smiled: "Only representing... myself."

"...Come with me."

......

In the messy room, the British man managed to find two chairs that were still usable.

"Let's not talk about our purpose. You introduce yourself first, and I will introduce myself in return." The Englishman seemed a little anxious, but he still couldn't shake off the arrogance of being a citizen of a powerful nation.

Zuocun didn't care: "I came with a sincere heart. My name is... Zuocun Anno, as you can see, a samurai."

“Ordinary samurai don’t speak English, much less join the Tosa Loyalist Party.” The Englishman’s pupils constricted slightly when he heard the name Anno Samura, but he pretended to be calm.

Samura also noticed the British man's subtle actions: "Don't worry, sir. Just like I said before, even though I joined the Tosa Loyalist Party, and I happened to meet you here today, I just want to talk to you about things from my own perspective."

The Englishman stared at Sasumu Anno for a long time.

“...My name is Noctis Hutt, and I am temporarily serving as the embassy spokesperson.” Noctis’s voice was somewhat low.

"Tell me your purpose. If you're just here as a patriot to see the miserable state of foreigners, I won't keep you company."

Noctis gritted his teeth.

This is the second time! This is the second time already!

He is the acting embassy spokesperson, because the original embassy spokesperson was hacked to death yesterday, and his body is now lying in another room.

The shogunate was extremely inactive in this regard, because the people in the surrounding areas were also calling for the expulsion of the barbarians!

This has resulted in very few people being willing to deal with this matter.

"My goal is actually very simple."

"A gun, that's all."

"That's all?" Noctis laughed angrily. "Do you even know what you're saying?"

Zuocun silently took out a thick wad of cash from his clothes.

It was slammed on the table.

Noctis stared at the money, stunned.

"...What do you need a gun for?"