blogombal Chapter 171 Geisha Gion
Chapter 171 Geisha Gion
Chapter 171 Geisha Gion
That night.
The sounds of clinking glasses echoed from the mansion of Goro, the former boss of the Flower Capital.
The candlelight flickered, and the aroma of meat filled the air.
Qi~ (The gate opens)
"Bazaar, are you really not going to stay here and drink?"
"We can deal with Babel's matter tomorrow."
As Bazel walked out the door, he dispersed the warriors, turned around, and glanced warily at Hyogoro, who was fighting with the pirates inside the house. "Hanafza, we can't be careless about what happened in Rakshasa Town."
"One must always be wary of others."
"Try to keep the underlings of the Flower Capital's underground forces under your control."
"This force may seem insignificant, but they will play a significant role in the future campaign to eliminate the nobles of the Flower Capital."
"Our forces at the Beastmen are not large, and we also have to take care of several other regions. This group of warriors who have been fighting all year round can effectively help us relieve the pressure."
"If you're going to do it, you have to go all the way."
Bazel spoke very softly.
"I don't want them to brainwash the civilians and then come back to cause a farce of 'taking back Wano Country' for me."
If we're going to arrest someone, we'll arrest them all, do you understand what I mean?
"First, punish the ringleaders, then arrest the secondary culprits, especially those nobles and warriors who are just using the power of others to bully others. Have Heigoro compile a list of them."
"We should settle accounts one by one when the overall situation is settled in the future. It would be best to organize all the civilians of the Flower Capital to watch the verdict."
"The shadow of peace will surely be a landscape of withered bones."
"The roles of hunter and prey are never fixed, immediately~~"
Bazel turned and walked into the darkness leading to the City of Light.
"The roles are about to be reversed."
"It's time for the hunters to taste what it's like to be the prey."
As he watched the man's figure disappear into the darkness, Hanafza stroked his stubble and fell into deep thought.
"...What does that mean? What hunter and prey? What was Bazel just saying? Is it some new riddle?"
After thinking for a long time, until the cool night breeze brought a refreshing feeling, Hanafza suddenly realized the truth.
"We haven't finished our drinks yet!!"
"Hey, Hey Hey Goro, leave me some sake, you bastard!"
Meanwhile, Bazel, who had left Hyogoro's residence, did not immediately enter the Orochi Cabinet where Kurozumi Orochi was located.
Instead, she changed into a casual kimono and strolled through the streets of Kozuki Castle.
The surrounding candlelight gradually turned red.
Suddenly.
Bazel stopped and looked up at the sign above.
Pink Memories
"You really are a troublemaker, monkey, sneaking off to a place like this."
"Oh my, welcome, guest!"
A middle-aged woman with heavy makeup walked over, her wooden clogs clicking on the ground, a small palm-leaf fan in her hand covering half of her face.
"Is this your first time visiting our restaurant, sir?"
Seeing Bazel walk directly into the house, the madam wanted to stop him, but the man's demeanor suggested he was not an ordinary person.
They could only give up for the time being and followed behind the man, muttering the name of the artist in the shop.
Barzel ignored him and went straight up to the second floor.
"Oh, dear guest!"
"Move aside, the man inside who looks like a monkey is my friend."
Bazel looked down at her with a calm expression, but the madam being stared at almost lost her smile.
"Yes, I see. Have a nice night."
The wooden barrier slowly opened, and the strange tone of the shamisen drifted out.
"I still can't like this kind of music. Why do you look like you're enjoying this singing that sounds like a grim reaper coming to claim your soul?"
Upon entering the room, Bazel sat down without any hesitation.
"Monkey, when did you arrive?"
"Oh, you all go out first. This old man and I are good friends."
After the pale-faced artists left, Borsalino, his face covered in red lipstick marks, sat down, slightly drunk.
"It's been two days now, and these past two days have felt like I've been in paradise, Bazel~"
"The girls here are so gentle, completely different from the women back home."
"Polsalino-san, I will relay those words to Tsuru-nee exactly as they were said."
The only remaining white-faced geisha put down her shamisen and performed a standard Wano Country greeting towards Bazel.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Twilight. I am Gion, sent by my superiors to assist you—"
"Just keep monitoring me, why bother with any assistance?"
Bazel took the inverted wine glass and placed it back down, then tapped his fingers lightly on the table a few times.
"Pour the wine. I've heard about you from Tsuru. I heard that you've been training as an artist."
"You probably haven't officially joined us yet, right?"
Upon arriving at the garden, she slowly stepped forward, her slender hands picking up the Borsalino jug and beginning to refill it.
"Yes, actually my training as an artist is not yet fully complete, but please forgive my bluntness because of you."
"Because of some of your actions, the higher-ups are worried, so they sent me here to monitor your every move."
Bazel picked up the wine glass and drank the sake in one gulp.
"Monkey, what do you think?"
"Me? Of course I'll just sit and watch."
Borsalino smiled knowingly, toying with his slender fingers over his wine glass.
"So this is what politicians are like, Mr. Barzel. Didn't you always predict this day would come?"
Bazeir glanced at the meek man pouring wine at the garden.
"Indeed, when I decided to venture into the Holy Land of Mary Geoise to rescue my friend, I knew this day would come."
"But before he left, my uncle must have given you some instructions, right?"
"As expected of you."
Gion flattered him subtly.
"The general from the Warring States period said that rather than sneaking in, it would be better to tell you directly what he wanted."
"The general also said that with your intelligence, you will surely be able to see and understand his good intentions."
"Good intentions?"
After downing another cup of sake, Bazel pulled Diyuan to his side and gently lifted the girl's chin.
"So that means you're prepared to sacrifice yourself, right?"
"After all, your task is to stay by my side and help me add a lecherous persona to my character of falling in love with the artist."
Gion's smile froze for a moment, but she quickly recovered.
Those big eyes inexplicably became a little more moist.
"If you need to satisfy your desires, I can bear it, but I hope you will be gentle."
He let out a soft chuckle.
Bazel shoved Gion aside, showing no mercy whatsoever.
"That's why I hate women like you who just play along."
"If you still look like this, Gion, I suggest you go back with the monkeys."
"I'm not one of those men who can't resist the sight of young, attractive men."
He picked up the wine glass and played with it; the glass was full of wine, but the wine wouldn't spill from it thanks to the man's skillful handling.
"If I determine that your presence will affect my work, then don't blame me for being ruthless."
Borsalino dozed off with his head down, like a drunk man.
"Now, I'm giving you a choice."
Bazel gently pushed his wine glass to the corner of the table near the garden.
"Drinking this glass of wine signifies that you are severing ties with the old headquarters and will now stand with Borsalino and support him as the future Fleet Admiral."
Di Yuan's expression changed slightly, but fortunately, her makeup concealed it, so nothing was amiss.
"You can refuse."
"But the cost of rejection—"
Gion.
Suddenly, Borsalino's snot bubble burst, and he looked up, his expression turning serious.
"I told you before we came here, Bazel is no ordinary man. He and Dorrag are both my close friends."
"—You've done a very good job protecting him, monkey."
A glint of triumph flashed in his eyes, and a smile appeared on Bazel's lips, his previous murderous aura gone.
"Did He specifically tell you something?"
Borsalino scratched his head, looking troubled.
"Stop teasing me. If something happens to Gion, Staff Officer Tsuru will definitely clean me up and put me out to dry."
Bazel reached for the glass of wine, but just as he was about to touch it, a pair of delicate white hands took the glass first.
"I am not a good drinker, but for the sake of righteousness, I am willing to drink this cup of righteous wine."
"But~~"
The wide sleeves covered half of her face, and as she tilted her head back upon arriving at the garden, the wine in her glass quickly turned into a bright red on her cheeks.
"If I become drunk later, please have mercy on me, Lord Bazel."
Seeing Bazel's embarrassed expression, Borsalino laughed gleefully.
"You little brat, trying to test me like that. Gion really can't drink."
"If Staff Officer He finds out that you got Di Yuan drunk on your first meeting, you won't have a good time when you get back."
Borsalino's hearty laughter echoed in the private room.
"Bazaar, I'll have to think carefully about what price you'll have to pay to shut me up."
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