As night fell, the streets of Oda Castle were already brightly lit.

Colorful flags and lanterns were hung in front of shops and stores along both sides of the street.

"Sea Festival!" Lin Mo thought to himself, "This is a very meaningful festival for Dongpango, and today is destined to be extraordinary!"

It turns out that he had already made a plan to kill the entire Tokugawa Iemochi family today.

Ancient cities were quite different from modern ones.

For example, medieval Paris, the city of romance?

Sorry, medieval Paris was basically just a toilet, a huge open-air toilet.

If you were to travel back to medieval Europe and walk the streets of Paris and London, you might accidentally get drenched in excrement by a sudden "rain of excrement," and then look down to find yourself standing on a thick layer of excrement and mud.

Before the advent of sewage systems, Europeans lived a life of urinating and defecating anywhere.

The same is true for Dongpango today.

Oda Castle has a humid climate, and the roads are muddy and soft, mixed with excrement, urine, and all sorts of filth.

With no other option, the Japanese invented "high-heeled shoes" called "wooden clogs" to avoid being covered in feces in order to travel normally.

Upon entering the stench-filled urban area, Lin Mo couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose.

He and Xiang Yu weaved through the crowded streets, but he kept looking back.

For some reason, he always felt that someone was following them.

The streets for the festival celebrations begin at the market square next to the riverside harbor.

Linhe Harbor is the name marked on the map, but the people of Oda Castle usually call it "Stinky Fish Harbor" because it really does smell.

The celebration has officially begun, and at the very front of the procession is a small group of soldiers carrying spears and wearing distinctive Dongpango armor.

Behind them, countless Dongpango people have joined in dancing the "Apo Dance".

Seeing Xiao Rizi's dance, Lin Mo felt an inexplicable annoyance.

Therefore, he avoided the crowds at festival celebrations.

Behind the Awa dance troupe, a performer on stilts strode through the crowd like a giant worm, followed by a large group of barefoot children screaming.

Suddenly, Lin Mo saw a very ordinary-looking girl staring at him.

When Lin Mo looked at her, she turned her head away, avoiding his gaze, and then disappeared into the crowd at lightning speed.

"Lone Wolf assassins?" Lin Mo couldn't help but wonder. "Could it be that they've also chosen this holiday to attack me?"

Let them do as they please.

With their limited abilities, what do I, Lin Mo, have to fear?

As the lord, Tokugawa Iemochi would naturally not be absent from such an important festival celebration.

When the procession reached the market square, Tokugawa Ieyasu, his family, and his subordinates had been waiting for a long time.

He stood up with a smile and said a lot of words of blessing, bringing the atmosphere to a climax.

Lin Mo stood in the corner, watching everything that happened.

"Xiang Yu, according to the original plan, make your move on Tokugawa Iemochi's way back!" Lin Mo instructed.

"Your subordinate obeys!" Xiang Yu replied.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the market square.

Zhao Zhilan hid in the crowd, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

"Why did he come to Oda Castle too?"

Upon seeing Lin Mo again, Zhao Zhilan had an indescribable feeling.

Was he also here to avenge He Xiao and Xuanhua Palace?

However, it seems he did not bring an army with him.

He only had one guard with him.

Perhaps he also wanted to deal with Lone Wolf by following the ways of the assassin?

No, I shouldn't think about him.

I am a nobody, yet I serve the faceless god.

I have an assassination target today, that boatman!

After arriving at the market square, Zhao Zhilan received information from other Xuanhua Palace disciples.

It turned out that the boatman was not an ordinary person, but a lone wolf assassin lurking in the market.

This person's martial arts skills are in no way inferior to Tang Ying's. If Zhao Zhilan doesn't use some special methods, it would be a pipe dream to assassinate him with her abilities!

At the same time, Zhao Zhilan could also guess it.

Tonight, the people of Xuanhua Palace will carry out their plan: to overthrow the entire Lone Wolf!

Adjusting her breathing, Zhao Zhilan brought her thoughts back to the present.

My target is that boatman, whose name is Suginobo!

At this moment, Tokugawa Iemochi, who was on the high platform in the market square, stepped forward and stretched out his hands, signaling the crowd to be quiet.

He then spoke at length in Dongpango, roughly gesturing for everyone to raise their glasses and drink together.

According to tradition, the lord provides the food and wine for such an important festival as the Sea Festival free of charge.

The people of Oda Castle could therefore drink and enjoy delicious food to their heart's content.

Unfortunately, Dongpango is inferior to Daxia in agriculture, animal husbandry and other aspects.

Even at such a grand celebration, the food offered to the common people was extremely meager.

Sardines, eels, sturgeon, and all sorts of other seafood.

Although they were stingy with the food, they provided wine as freely as seawater.

Meanwhile, the people of Oda City drank to their hearts' content, as if the entire East Pango would be under a ban on alcohol starting tomorrow.

Zhao Zhilan had no interest in eating or drinking; her gaze remained fixed on Shanzhifang, which was not far away.

While he was enjoying his drink.

But then they saw two ragged boys, around twelve years old, suddenly fighting over food.

Some onlookers cheered loudly, while others cursed angrily. Finally, an old woman came over and poured a bucket of ice-cold water over the two boys' heads, finally ending the fight.

The old woman was cursing and swearing, meaning that such an important celebration should not involve fighting.

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