Lancer was an 'idiot', but that didn't mean he would fall into the same pit a second time.
Although the man in front of him looked very respectful, Lancer had seen countless people like this. Those nobles who were respectful on the surface secretly wished they could devour him alive. It could even be said that Lancer could guess what people like this were thinking with just a glance. Nothing more, it was just familiarity.
He saved people not for the sake of the other party, but simply because he wanted to save people, so he didn't plan to waste any words, directly turning around and preparing to leave. But just at this moment ——————
"Father?"
Accompanying a crisp voice, a black-haired girl wearing a luxurious kimono quietly peeked her head out from the broken carriage.
The girl's somewhat timid appearance reminded Lancer of small animals for some reason, but he still didn't say much, just nodded to the little girl as well, and then turned to leave.
He didn't want to get involved with the guy in front of him again. His intuition told him that once he got involved, there would definitely be endless trouble.
As for what to do next?
The other party's carriage was traveling on a road. He believed that if he followed the road, he would definitely be able to find a town. Once he reached the town, he could determine the world and the time.
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Looking at Lancer who turned and left, Fujiwara no Fuhito breathed a sigh of relief. Although treating his savior like this seemed a little rude, the pressure the other party gave him was too strong. It was not just the cold temperament the other party showed when killing those 'Ushi-Oni', but more importantly, he could feel the other party's rejection of him.
He was certain that he did not know the other party, after all, if he had seen such a 'tall' man as the other party, it would be absolutely impossible for him to forget. But the other party saved them, which meant that he should be a rōnin (masterless samurai) who had no feud with him, but did not like nobles.
Having come this far, Fujiwara no Fuhito considered himself to have some confidence in judging people.
For this kind of person, it would naturally be best if he could recruit them, but if he couldn't, keeping a certain distance from the other party was also a good choice.
And just at this moment, a soft voice suddenly came from behind him again.
"Father, why did that samurai leave?"
Looking at his daughter, this man who always wore a mask rarely showed a hint of gentleness.
"That samurai probably has some important matters to attend to, right?"
"Mokou still wanted to thank that adult samurai..."
Seeing his daughter somewhat disappointed expression, Fujiwara no Fuhito also touched her head and comforted her.
"It's okay, that samurai is very skilled. If nothing unexpected happens, we might have a chance to see him again in the future."
Fujiwara no Mokou mother was not Fujiwara no Fuhito officially married wife, but was born to a concubine in the family. The other party was once very much loved by Fujiwara no Fuhito, but died of a serious illness a few years ago. Fujiwara no Fuhito was naturally very sad, and this also made him more concerned about this child.
And although Fujiwara no Mokou could not be regarded as an officially conferred 'Hime' (Princess), as Fujiwara no Fuhito daughter, she also received sufficient education. Facing her father comfort, she also nodded very sensibly, but her eyes subconsciously looked a few times in the direction where the 'unknown samurai' left.
Noticing his daughter behavior, Fujiwara no Fuhito couldn't help but sigh. There was no doubt that he was preparing to find a husband for his daughter. As his daughter, she could at least marry a general with a promising future.
As for marrying a court noble or even the Emperor like his other daughters? He didn't think so. First of all, even if Mokou was his daughter, she was not the legitimate daughter after all. Marrying a great court noble would probably not qualify her to be a wife. If she married a minor court noble, even as a wife, she would probably suffer. So, it would be better to marry a general with a good future. In this way, with him as a backing, Fujiwara no Mokou could at least obtain a good life and would not have to fear being bullied.
Does this seem strange? A girl who is only 13 years old has to consider getting married, but in this era, it is not strange at all. And as a daughter of a court noble or a military family, she can enjoy fine clothes and rich food from childhood, but the cost is that her marriage completely loses control. This is the so-called equivalent exchange. However, for women in this era, they have long been accustomed to this kind of life, so no one would resist...
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After leaving that handsome young uncle, Lancer couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Of course, the reason he breathed a sigh of relief was not because the other party put pressure on him. After all, Lancer didn't know the other party's identity, or rather, it didn't matter even if he knew. He had personally cut off the heads of countless great nobles. Even if the other party was the lord of this land, he wouldn't care.
The reason he breathed a sigh of relief was because he was happy that he 'hadn't been dragged into strange things'.
After flying along the main road for more than half an hour, Lancer finally saw a 'small town', and during this time, he also changed his clothes into a kimono.
No matter what, he had stayed in the CCG for more than half a year, and he was prepared with this kind of clothing. And this time, he finally figured out his location.
First of all, he was indeed in Japan, but he was in 'Wengwu Second Year'. As for what era 'Emperor Monmu' referred to? Sorry, Lancer was shallow in learning and utterly confused. If he was asked about the Warring States period like Oda Nobunaga, he might know something, but he knew nothing about this.
However, it was not too much of an impact. Simply put, it was ancient Japan.
Then he began to think about what identity he should use to act in this world, and soon he found a good option: 'Samurai'. But he quickly gave up. First of all, 'Samurai' was not a profession in a game but referred to a privileged class, but it was the lowest privileged class, and he didn't want to work for anyone.
Unable to think of what to do for a while, he simply took the opportunity to chat with passersby while buying food to inquire about 'Youkai'. But what he didn't expect was that when he mentioned 'Youkai', the originally lively shop suddenly became strangely quiet.
"What's wrong?"
"Little brother, you might live in the mountains and don't know, but actually, a small village nearby was attacked by Youkai before. More than ten families in the village were eaten by Youkai. If it weren't for the monk adults from the temple, those Youkai would probably attack other villages..."
There was no doubt that Lancer hairstyle was strange (he didn't have a topknot), and his sitting posture was casual (unaccustomed to seiza), plus he didn't know about the Emperor's accession two years ago. In everyone's imagination, he had already become a 'child who came out of the mountains'.
However, Lancer didn't care about the opinions of others. Anyway, he was already 'the world-recognized CCG Stud (an expression of having given up)', what else did he have to fear?
He just simply thought of a good idea.
Maybe being a person who specializes in dealing with Youkai is not bad? At least it could give him a reasonable identity.