Ninja Mythology: The Strongest Sand Hidden

Chapter 31 Risa Izawa
Hashiya-cho, this is the most prosperous place in the west city. The courtyards are endless and connected to each other. Bamboo forests, wooden bridges, and rockeries are piled up in it, giving you a sense of elegance.

But in a house on the left, what happened was incompatible with the atmosphere here.

"My lord, don't! I'm only a performer!" A beautiful girl with a terrified expression on her face said to the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes in front of him.

"Hey! It's up to you whether you want to sell or not!" The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes is ugly, with a round head, small eyes, a white face and no hair on the top of his head.

"My lord, if you come here again, I will call someone!"

"Ah!" the girl screamed.

Because after the middle-aged man saw the beautiful figure of the young girl, his breathing became short of breath.

He raised his fat palm and grabbed the girl's light pink kimono directly.

There was already a mist of water under the girl's slender willow-leaf eyebrows, but she was still struggling.

"The bustard mother said that I have the qualifications to run for the oiran. She promised me that she will not let me pick up guests now..." The girl's voice was full of stubbornness.

"Oiran? Hahaha! Do you think the oiran is so easy to be? She is just for sale."

"My uncle has now offered several times the price, which is enough for them to make a fortune."

"Don't worry, as long as you obey me, the debt of your dead ghost father will be written off!" The middle-aged man struggled to open the girl's kimono, seeing the two slippery spots, the evil fire in his heart completely wiped her its lit.

After seeing this girl by chance last time, he was attracted by her soft figure and dignified temperament.

This kind of temperament that needs to be immersed in calligraphy and painting for a long time is his favorite, but the sky-high price of the oiran makes him only take a look at it from a distance.

These potential girls in the veranda need to learn a lot of skills, including singing and dancing, calligraphy, tea ceremony, playing musical instruments, as well as manners and etiquette.

Well-trained high-ranking prostitutes, in terms of their temperament, are almost the same as those of noble women.

But among the skills they learn, there are also special in-room skills to cater to the guests, which makes those noble gentlemen flock to them.

The middle-aged man was still able to get his wish today because of his relationship with the manager of this corridor.

He directly grabbed the knot in front of the girl's kimono, then pushed her down on the bed, and then pressed her entire plump body on it.

"what!"

After all, the girl has a delicate figure, a heavy greasy breath poured into her nasal cavity, and the weight of more than 200 catties almost made her faint on the spot.

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"Hey! Have you completed the task assigned by the superior?" Outside the courtyard, two guards were talking.

"No, it's not easy to get a job... Is the number of traveling girls exhausted so quickly? Why are we forced to share two quotas..." a guard in black in his twenties complained.

"Hey! I have already paid four shares this month!"

"The rewards are all collected on the spot!" The face of the man beside him was full of pride.

"Wow! Senior, where did you get so many resources?"

"If I can't meet the quota this month, I won't be able to keep my job!" The guard in black showed an expression of envy and jealousy.

"Hehe! Kid, seeing that you are still respectful to me on weekdays, I will show you a way."

"It's impossible for normal people to sell their children. You have to find those who have the habit of gambling and drinking."

"It's easy to spend more time in taverns and gambling halls!" The man patted the shoulder of the guard in black and talked eloquently.

"But senior... this is not good, isn't this to lure those people to sell their daughter?" The black-clothed guard looked hesitant.

"Hey! Can't you see that you are still a bad guy?"

"Then why are you still doing this job?" the man sarcastically said.

"This...to support the family..." the black-clothed guard faltered.

"Isn't that right?! How can money be clean or dirty? We didn't force those people to sell it, we just provided them with a channel." The man reminded pretendingly.

"Hey, stop chatting, someone is here!"

"It looks like he's a big customer, maybe I can get more money!" The man's eyes lit up, and he looked at the two figures approaching from a distance.

"My lord, it's here!" Kazuhiro Mori was stopped by two guards, and he looked at Zongya with his yellow-brown eyes, which were full of expectation and urgency.

Zong Mi nodded lightly, then swept towards the two guards, pressing down on them with a heavy aura, as if what was in front of him was a ferocious beast that would choose someone to devour.

"Take me to see Risa Izawa!" Soya said in an unquestionable tone.

Beads of sweat dripped from the forehead of the young guard in black, and he was frozen in place by the terrifying momentum. He was an experienced man beside him.

He quickly nodded and bowed to welcome Soya and the others in, and then frantically searched for the name Izawa Risa in his head.

"My lord, you wait here first, and I will take you to see her later." The man led Zong Mi to an exquisite side room.

On both sides are maids in gray kimonos, ordinary in appearance, but quite decent in posture.

After Zong Mi was seated, the maid quickly served tea and water.

After a while, a middle-aged woman walked over in eight steps, and the guard man was talking behind her.

"Hello sir!"

"You want to order Risa Izawa, right?" After the middle-aged woman waved the man away, she immediately knelt and sat opposite Soya with a smile on her face.

She observed Soya, and glanced at Kazuhiro Mori next to Soya indiscriminately.

"En!" Zong Mi casually picked up the steaming teacup in front of him, moved his nose lightly, and a rich fragrance filled his heart, like the feeling of sprouting bamboo shoots.

"I'm really sorry, my lord, Lisha just went to accompany another guest." The middle-aged woman with delicate makeup still looks charming, and she should have been a beauty when she was young.

Zong Mi frowned, and said impatiently, "Call her over!"

"My lord, this... There is really no way. Anyone who comes is a guest. Everything comes first, first come first. You are a guest, so others are also guests!"

With a bang, Zong Mi threw a piece of red gold onto the table.

After all, he has never worried about money since he is a magnetic escape gold duster.

"Hurry up and let her come to see me!" Zong Mi's tone turned cold instantly, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a notch suddenly.

(End of this chapter)