"What did you say?!"
Behind the counter, Gyokko—who had been reclining leisurely in his chair—instantly flew into a rage upon hearing this.
He imdiately sprang up and roared at that custor looking at pots in his shop:
"You say my pot is asymtrical? Are you blind, you brat! Where is my pot asymtrical?!"
"But it really is a little asymtrical. Boss, look for yourself..."
"Nonsense! My pot cannot possibly be asymtrical! You must be holding it crooked!"
"Um, Boss..."
Just then, another custor in the antique section of the shop suddenly called out:
"This Song Dynasty porcelain pot of yours, why does it look like a fake to ?"
"That's impossible! There cannot possibly be fakes in my shop!"
"But Boss, I rember Song Dynasty porcelain craftsmanship was clearly..."
"Get out! You bunch of art-illiterate fools! All of you get the hell out! Otherwise—otherwise I'll kill you!"
Across the street from the antique shop, Mitsuba and Doma each held an umbrella, silently watching everything unfolding inside.
"Well, regarding Gyokko, let's just skip him..."
Watching from afar as those custors were chased out of the shop by Gyokko wielding a broom, fleeing in panic, Mitsuba was the first to break the silence.
If not for her previous command absolutely forbidding random harm to people in the city district, Mitsuba had no doubt that the currently irritable Gyokko would definitely turn those custors into living fish, stuff them into his pots, and torture them to death.
"Indeed, Lord Gyokko's personality is still too unstable."
Doma expressed agreent on this point.
"For actors, we really need soone with a stable personality who can follow directions..."
"Then let's go. Find the next one."
Without even going over to greet Gyokko, Mitsuba and Doma silently left just like that.
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Night fell. After concluding today's eting, Michikatsu walked out of that Western-style luxurious restaurant together with several wealthy rchants.
"Then, the investnt plans for the town will be entrusted to you all. I will submit the detailed contracts to your hands within three days."
"Not at all, not at all. In the future, we will rely heavily on Councilor Tsugikuni..."
At present, Michikatsu wore a well-fitted black suit, his dark red hair tied up high. Just by appearance alone, he gave people an aura of heroic magnificence.
"Speaking of which, Councilor Tsugikuni is so young. May I ask if you are married?"
"Thank you for your concern. I already have a wife at ho."
"Oh! My apologies, my apologies..."
"Alright everyone, no need to see further."
Walking to that black vintage car parked by the street, Michikatsu stopped and turned to bid farewell to these businessn entrepreneurs beside him one by one.
And behind him, Gyutaro quickly got out of the car and hurriedly opened the rear door, waiting respectfully for Michikatsu to enter.
Like Michikatsu, Gyutaro was currently also wearing a well-fitted black suit, with white gloves on his hands.
Nowadays, not only were the ugly birthmarks on his face gone, but even that once ssy hair had been combed neat and tied into a small braid at the back of his head. Overall, he gave a very capable secretary image.
"Councilor Michikatsu, this is..."
"A distant cousin of mine, Tsugikuno Taro."
"I see! No wonder he looks so talented—so he's Councilor Michikatsu's cousin! Hahahaha!"
"Then Councilor Tsugikuni, we won't see you off. Please drive safely."
Bidding farewell to these rchants, Michikatsu sat alone in the rear seat of the vintage car.
Gyutaro then skillfully took the driver's seat, started the engine, and drove toward Michikatsu's residence in Tokyo.
"My lord, did today's negotiations go smoothly?"
Looking through the rearview mirror at Michikatsu, who was resting with eyes closed in the back seat, Gyutaro couldn't help asking.
"Mm, the investnt plans were discussed very smoothly. You must organize all the specific project details tonight."
"Yes, I understand."
"Additionally, I have a eting with several other military and political officials tomorrow. You will co with then as well."
"Yes."
Similar conversations had already occurred countless tis over the past several years.
Ever since Michikatsu was inexplicably elected as councilor, Gyutaro had officially beco a secretary assistant by Michikatsu's side under the identity of "distant cousin."
On ordinary days, he not only had to follow Michikatsu everywhere attending various large and small etings, but also frequently needed to draft various project contracts and eting docunts for him—truly endlessly busy.
However, Gyutaro himself didn't actually dislike this kind of life.
Although learning to read and write those flowery docunts was painfully difficult, and constantly dealing with those scheming politicians was quite boring.
But this feeling of being able to beco "above others," being respected and looked up to wherever he went, indeed made Gyutaro—who once ca from the lowest depths of the pleasure district—deeply happy and satisfied.
This kind of demon life was much more joyful than swinging swords all day at the dojo! Truly delightful!
After brief small talk, Michikatsu remained silent the entire way. The vintage car soon arrived at that small residence of Michikatsu's in the Tokyo city district.
Gyutaro quickly got out to open the door for Michikatsu. The two walked into the residence one after another.
But the mont they entered the courtyard, upon seeing the lit lights inside the house, Michikatsu imdiately frowned and his footsteps slightly paused.
"My lord, what is it?"
Gyutaro subconsciously stopped and asked curiously.
"We have guests. Should be two."
Sensing that additional powerful fighting spirit inside the house, Michikatsu rarely used a sowhat uncertain description.
Because he had indeed only sensed one fighting spirit's presence, but according to normal logic, this one should not co to visit him alone.
So, that is to say, as long as this person ca, it generally ant...
"Long ti no see~ Dear brother~"
"Good evening~ Lord Kokushibo and Lord Gyutaro~ What do you two plan to eat tonight?"
[As expected.]
The mont he opened the door and saw Mitsuba and Doma sitting in a row in the living room, smiling faces on full display, Michikatsu imperceptibly sighed.
He knew it—these two live treasures definitely ca together...
Previously, Michikatsu had only detected Doma's presence. Mitsuba, due to the Transparent World, was completely transparent in his perception.
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