I play Hero Soul RPG in Naruto

Chapter 122 Undercurrent
In the land of fire, in the daimyo's mansion in the metropolis, in a small hidden room, two figures sat facing each other.

"What do you think, my lord?"

A man with an old smoking gun and an eye pattern embroidered on his shoulder asked in a low voice.

The man opposite him had a serious face, just shook his head without making a sound.

Seeing this, the man was smoking a cigarette, spewing out thick smoke from time to time, and the room was narrow and small, with no air circulation, and the smoke couldn't be completely dispersed.

Morita Michihiro, who sat across from him with a sullen face, turned even darker, as if ink could drip out. Seeing him keep waving his hands and fanning his air, but it still couldn't disperse, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

I was already in a bad mood, and even the gas is playing tricks on me?

The more he thought about it, the more angry Morita Dohiro couldn't help complaining: "Do you know what price I paid for this matter, but the result is like this, are you sure your method will work?"

The man sitting opposite did not reply immediately, but looked up at the roof that was within reach, with a hint of self-mockery and resentment in his eyes.

After taking two puffs of cigarettes, the man said leisurely, "This is a momentous moment. Don't be in a hurry, and don't focus on the short-term benefits. You have to look at the long-term."

Hearing this, Morita Michihiro slapped the small table, and then remembered where this place is, half-bent to approach the man and shouted:
"Because of your damn plan, I lost my status as Minister of State Affairs and almost became a prisoner."

Speaking of this, Morita Michihiro sneered, pointed to the surroundings and said, "Look, what's the difference between this and a prisoner?
You are not allowed to take a step in the small and tight place like livestock. Tell me, what is the difference between this and a prisoner? "

The last sentence was heart-piercing, and everyone who heard the voice shed tears, deeply feeling the resentment deep in their hearts.

The man's expression didn't change at all, he raised his index finger to his mouth, and with a "shh", reminded Morita Michihiro what place this is.

Seeing this, Morita Michihiro, who was getting more and more angry, had to suppress the negative emotions in his heart and try to calm himself down.

Where he couldn't see, the man's eyes showed sarcasm and pity, and disappeared in the next second.

"I've said it all. It's a big moment at this time. The daimyo is getting older and loses momentum. It's normal to agree to it for a while."

After venting, Morita Michihiro also knew the seriousness of the matter, so he snorted and did not answer.

"It's an indispensable step for you to suffer this situation. It's normal. Come to think of it, you have many political enemies, right?"

The man's words directly silenced Morita Michihiro.

There is nothing wrong with what he said. This plan is indeed of great importance, and the name is not a brat. There are many things to consider, and it is impossible to draw a conclusion easily.

As the person who "proposed" this plan-Minister Morita Michihiro was seized by a group of political opponents and desperately suppressed and impeached him.

The daimyo, who had been hesitant at first, showed signs of being persuaded, and then Morita Michihiro was dismissed, and he was imprisoned here for protection.

"Also, there is one sentence you said wrong, it is our plan, not yours."

Morita Michihiro didn't reply, and kept his head down in silence.

It's not easy to get off on a pirate ship. Ever since he "proposed" this plan, he has been labeled as the kind who can't get rid of it.

The advantage is that those who support it are more supportive, and those who do not support it will feel that it is some kind of conspiracy and will not believe him even if they express their disapproval.

"Then what should we do now?" Morita Michihiro asked with a cold face.

After the man exhaled a puff of smoke, he said slowly, "No hurry, you are not in any danger anyway, why don't you stay here and wait for the news, we will rescue you as soon as possible, just wait for the news."

Morita Dohiro twitched his mouth, and shouted in his heart that you are a ghost.

He really has no idea in his heart, every word this guy said is basically nonsense, every word can be believed, it is either talking about it or on the way to talk about it.

But right now, Morita Michihiro has no other choice, and his interests are firmly bound to this mysterious organization. Since he can't resist, then enjoy it.

As soon as he had a clear idea, the disgusting and cramped small house in his eyes suddenly became less annoying, and he even found that the small house also has the advantages of a small house.

There was a feeling that he couldn't put it into words at all, he was a little happy in his heart, but found that the happiness came so inexplicably.

There was silence between the two of them.

After a while, seeing that he was fine, the man got up to bid farewell and left this special room set up in the Daming Mansion.

Underneath the calm metropolis, there is an undercurrent surging, creating a scene where a storm is about to come.

In the dark, countless people with eyes embroidered on their shoulders are walking in the darkness, doing secret events unknown to ordinary people.

For all this, the daimyo, who was lying in the arms of his wife and concubine and enjoying a comfortable massage, knew nothing about it.

"My lord, how is my concubine's craftsmanship?"

A coquettish woman in brightly colored clothes with thick makeup on her face asked with a smile.

"Hahaha, not bad, not bad, I like it very much, and the headache has been relieved a lot."

Lying in the arms of the coquettish woman, enjoying the caress of that soft little hand, the daimyo who was originally suffering from a splitting headache suddenly felt relieved, which washed away some of his worries.

"Then can your lord tell my concubine, what is the cause of your headache?"

The coquettish woman asked very naturally in a tone that shared her worries.

The daimyo who was lying in the gentle village did not think at all, and explained all the reasons in one go.

After listening to the daimyo's narration, the coquettish woman smiled lightly and rubbed his temples to relieve his headache again due to the reason he just explained.

"Hello, Ling Ji, unlike those bastards who only cause me trouble." Daimei said angrily.

"Oh? Then what trouble is it that makes Master Daimyo such a headache?"

The alluring woman named Ayahime took up the topic and asked nonchalantly.

Speaking of this issue, the daimyo suddenly became alert.

He first left Ayahime's embrace, and stared at her with a look of looking at a dead body.

Ayahime was a little dazed at first, then felt a trace of fear, her mind went blank, she didn't understand what she had done to make Daimyo act like this?
After daimyo stared at her for a while, seeing nothing, he took a step forward, the stiff expression on his face softened quickly, and hugged Linghime.

"Ayahime, don't blame me for this, it's really too important for you to get in touch with."

"Well, I'm sorry Daming-sama, it's a concubine's question, I shouldn't ask, I'm very sorry."

Hearing the soft and weak voice of the beautiful woman next to her ear, and seeing her tearful eyes, Daming's heart was hit all of a sudden, and he hugged her even tighter.

In his embrace, in the blind spot of perspective, Ayahime put on a disgusted expression, frowning and enduring Daimyo's hug...

Thank you [jadek] for the recommendation ticket, thank you
(End of this chapter)