Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 356 How can I manage the Great Western Territory by working with you insects? !
Great Western Territory, a city located at the fork in the road in the southeast.

A group of nobles and officials from various cities in the Western Territory gathered here to celebrate the event.

"Lord Sweetin, how are you doing lately?"

A young nobleman holding a glass of red wine and accompanied by a beautiful female companion approached an old man with gray hair and gorgeous clothes and greeted him.

"What's good about that? That group of stupid barbarians relied on their little bit of force to make so-called rules for us upper-class people.

Nowadays, the tax revenue of my territory is getting lower and lower every year. Even if I want to find some beautiful girls in the territory to play with, I am afraid that those untouchables below may report me to those assassin barbarians..."

The old man in fancy clothes started to yell in dissatisfaction.

"Lord Sweetin, be careful with your words!"

The young nobleman's expression and address changed.

The Assassin's League's butcher knife has killed too many dignitaries over the years.

"Be careful what you say, it won't be long before those assassin barbarians are finished!"

The old man in fancy clothes said this with disdain.

"It's not over yet. What if this time..."

The young man was interrupted by the old man before he could finish his words.

"There is no such thing as a contingency. Even if the assassins sent by the Empire fail this time, don't forget that we still have the best martial arts master in the Western Territory. As long as we get rid of the two leaders of the assassin barbarians, can the remaining guys resist our army?"

The old man was very confident, and the people who heard him also echoed him. These Western nobles had suffered from the Assassin's League for a long time.

Otherwise, the Empire would not have sent spies to contact them this time. After learning that so many people were willing to join forces to deal with the Assassin's League, they would not have generously donated money and secretly provided all kinds of unconditional support to the Empire's spies.

"However, I didn't expect that Baron Romanson, who is the most flattering to the Assassin's League, would actually be the initiator of joining forces with us to plot against the barbarians of the Assassin's League."

Someone suddenly said, and the dignitaries around also looked at the person mentioned by the other party. The lord of this city was now surrounded by others in the center, like the upstart Baron Romanson, who seemed to be the core figure.

"This is probably what they say: a dog that bites people not only doesn't bark, but also wags its tail to beg for mercy from its temporary owner when there is a bone to eat."

In response, the old man in fancy clothes made a sarcastic remark.

"Hahaha……"

The dignitaries surrounding him laughed cooperatively.

But no one laughed too loudly.

After all, the Baron who was a former tax collector was valued by the Assassin's League because he was the first city lord to beg for mercy and pay taxes to the Assassin's League. As a result, he was also valued as an important traitor by the Empire that planned the Assassin's League.

If the Assassin's League is wiped out this time, this person's contribution will be considerable. His previous small mistakes of fawning on the Assassin's League may be easily forgiven. He may even be valued by the empire and become equal to or even superior to these powerful and influential people with a strong background.

Even though their group is led by Marquis Sweetin, it is not a good idea to offend Baron Romanson openly. Who knows what will happen in the future?

As if he could see what the people around him were thinking, the old man in fancy clothes suddenly whispered a piece of gossip to them.

"I have a cousin who works in the center of the empire as a clerk in the chancellor's office. According to him, Minister Ernest is very dissatisfied with Baron Romanson, who took the lead in paying taxes to the barbarians.

Well, he looks glamorous now, but that’s because the empire still needs him, but what will happen to him when he is no longer needed? "

"Lord Sweetin, what do you mean?"

"Romanson is a villain who is good at flattering others. He pretends to be nice on the surface, but he may have made a lot of money in private. When we settle accounts with him, half of his property will be given to Minister Ernest. I don't want the other half at all. Please share it with everyone. Not only that, if your family caravans pass by here in the future, all business taxes will be reduced by half."

Hearing this, the laughter of the dignitaries around suddenly got louder. Although the management rights of this city might be taken by the old man alone, fortunately, the other party still had other benefits to share in the profits.

"Everyone, I don't know what you are laughing at?"

At this time, Baron Romanson, who heard the laughter, came over and asked everyone with a smile.

"It's nothing. It's just that Lord Marquis Sweeting told a joke just now and we found it funny."

Someone answered.

"Oh, I don't know what the joke is. Can you tell me about it?"

The baron asked with a smile, but the people around him just smiled without saying anything, hiding the wolfish and tiger-like look in their eyes.

"This joke may be funny to us, but it may not be funny to you, Lord Romanson. It's getting late. You should go on stage and speak."

The old man in fancy clothes responded with a smile, showing no sign of contempt for the baron in front of him.

"Is it time?"

Just then, a male waiter ran over and whispered in Baron Romanson's ear.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll go on stage right away."

After hearing what was said, Baron Romanson smiled.

After apologizing to everyone here, he walked straight towards the platform.

"A lucky dog. Humph, I'll let you be proud for a while."

Marquis Sweetin spat only after Baron Romanson left.

"Thank you all for attending this banquet..."

Baron Romanson, who came to the stage, first gave an opening speech, and then cited the various cruel and atrocities that the Assassin's League had committed against the powerful people like them over the years.

"We are just collecting taxes (heavy taxes) and occasionally playing around with our subjects (bullying men and women, occasionally killing people we don't like). They (the Assassin's League) actually judged us as criminals based on this and committed horrific killings against us noble people..."

Baron Romanson took out a handkerchief, wiped his nonexistent tears, and suddenly raised his arms and shouted: "But fortunately, the lord of the empire has come, and we have sunny days in the Great West.

I know that among those present there must be people who are willing to become assassins, barbarians, and traitors, but I want to tell you that those traitors and assassins are finished.

Just now, I received intelligence that the Empire's assassination troops have wiped out the group of barbarians in the dense forest five kilometers west of the city."

After these words were spoken, there was a lot of discussion in the venue, but what was certain was that the dignitaries who were able to come here to participate in this event (planning the Assassin's League) were all loyal to the empire, and they all had smiles on their faces.

"Someone, bring the wine in."

Following the order of Baron Romanson on the stage, a group of male and female servants pushed carts filled with fine wine and wine glasses into the hall of the City Lord's Mansion.

"This is the treasure from the wine cellar of Marquis Clinton's home. Although Marquis Clinton was killed by the Assassin's League three years ago, his wine can still be with us at this moment when the dawn reaches the Great Western Territory. I would like to drink this wine of victory with you all."

Baron Romanson was the first to pick up the red wine glass brought by the attendant who walked onto the stage, and he raised it high and said to the people below: "Cheers to the Empire!"

The atmosphere was already in place, and the emotions were completely stirred. The dignitaries below did not doubt him, and they all raised the fine wine brought by the servants in their hands, and echoed in unison: "Cheers to the empire!"

On the stage, Baron Romanson drank the fine wine in one gulp.

Below the stage, a group of powerful people followed suit.

However, there were also a few people who frowned and took a sip of the wine, feeling that the taste was a bit strange.

"Baron Romanson, please take care of me in the future."

Some people believe that after this incident, Romanson will definitely be flattered by powerful officials who are in important positions.

The dignitaries surrounding Marquis Sweetin looked at the ignorant person as if he were a clown, flattering a dog with a teasing look in their eyes.

But soon, this playful look was interrupted...

"I'll take good care of you. How do you want me to take good care of you?"

"Of course, in all aspects..."

"Clap~"

Before he could finish his words, the young noble, who was flattering the other party and asking for care, was slapped in the face by Baron Romanson.

"How can we manage politics and the Great Western Territory well if we work with greedy insects like you?"

Angry shouts were heard, and all the dignitaries present looked over, somewhat puzzled as to what the other party was doing.

"Baron Romanson, what's wrong with you? If you don't want to take care of me now that I'm rich, then why do you have to do it?"

However, an official who was close to the beaten little nobleman stood up for him.

"Oh, take action? No, this is taking action!"

After Baron Romanson finished speaking, he suddenly threw the empty wine glass in his hand to the ground.

With a snap, the wine glass shattered.

And this was like the starting gun, and the next moment a series of groaning sounds were heard around the hall.

The dignitaries present looked in the direction of the sound and saw that their personal guards who had followed in were killed by the waiters who pushed in the wine.

"Romanson, what are you doing?"

Some people asked in shock and anger.

"What? Kill you greedy insects, of course."

Baron Romanson answered as a matter of course.

"But why is this?"

someone asked again.

In response, Baron Romanson suddenly made a strange hand-slanting gesture on the spot, and then shouted to the group of dignitaries who were questioning him: "Long live the red scarf, long live the Assassin's League, justice is with me!"

The voice was so loud that the dignitaries who heard it were stunned.

"No, are you from the Assassin's League?"

After two or three seconds, a noble asked.

"Exactly."

Baron Romanson retracted his strange gesture, but smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.

"But how can you be a member of the Assassin's League?"

As the leader of an alliance that acts as a go-between for the Empire's intelligence agencies in the Great Western Territory, he connects with all the powerful people in the major cities of the Great Western Territory who have hatred towards the Assassin's League and secretly forms an anti-Assassin's League.

Even though he was the leader in public, the fact that he had turned against the Assassin's League at this moment still made all the dignitaries of the Anti-Assassin's League confused.

"Why can't I be a member of the Assassin's League? From the moment the Imperial Intelligence Agency contacted me, I reported the matter to Lord Maillard of the Assassin's League, and that Lord asked me to take advantage of their tricks in order to lure out the hidden insects like you. I never thought that you guys were so stupid, your brains are like those of insects..."

Baron Romanson's ridicule made the group of dignitaries blush. "The news that the barbarians of the Assassin's League were wiped out by the Empire's assassination troops..."

"That's of course false. The ones who were actually wiped out were the Imperial Assassination Troops."

"what!"

The dignitaries exclaimed, and some of them who were quick-witted slid down to their knees on the spot.

"Lord Romanson, you know me well. I have always been your die-hard supporter. If you support the Empire, I will support the Empire. If you support the Lord of the Assassin's League, I will support the Lord of the Assassin's League..."

"You are really a good dog. Unfortunately, I don't want a fence-sitter like you."

"Ah, how can this be?!"

The official who failed in the slide was filled with despair.

"Damn it, catch Romanson. Only by catching him can we survive."

Suddenly, someone shouted among a group of powerful and upper-class people.

Some young dignitaries who did not want to sit and wait for death were filled with anger. They were already a little broken due to being deceived, so they began to rush towards Romanson.

"Ms. Hill, please."

In response, Baron Romanson bowed slightly to the bespectacled attendant beside him.

"Stay behind me, don't let the blood splatter you."

The girl with glasses said this, and a cute little white dog slipped out from under her long skirt.

"Don't be scared, it's just an underage puppy. Even if it's a domesticated special dangerous species, it's still a small dog!"

Some people stopped, but others continued to incite. The crowd rushing towards Romanson stopped for a moment, then continued to rush towards this side.

"Little Wang~"

Hill called softly, and the little white dog instantly turned into a strong white dog.

More than two meters tall, with muscular body, scarlet eyes, and sharp teeth.

He stretched out his hand and swept forward, and before the crowd could stop, the first few people were hit.

In just a moment, they flew up like rag dolls, their bodies broken by the scratching of the dog's claws.

"Bang~"

With another punch, a man who had no time to retreat was knocked into the ground from head to toe by the hundred-armed giant Xiao Wang, with blood, flesh and mud splattered everywhere.

"roar~"

With a roar, the big mouth opened revealing a circle of fangs, which scared the group of powerful and upper-class people covered in flesh and blood into a pile of shit.

"Lord Romanson, please forgive me. I swear to serve the Assassin's League from now on!"

The frightened man knelt on the ground and begged.

"Sorry, it's a bit late for you to talk about this now. Well, it's almost time."

"What's the meaning……"

The middle-aged noble who had been hiding at the back and asking questions at this time suddenly felt something dripping on his hand. He looked down and found it was blood.

"Ah, you're bleeding!"

someone exclaimed.

"You, you poisoned the wine?"

"It's just insecticide."

"Ah~"

Everyone began to hold their stomachs and fell to their knees in pain.

"Squeak~"

The door of the City Lord's Mansion opened at this time, and Maillard, wearing a tight combat suit, walked in with a cat-like step.

"Da da da~"

When passing by the fallen dignitaries and upper-class people, this man looked around as if he was admiring the flowers of the other shore in full bloom.

"Romanson, you did a great job."

She complimented the Baron.

"This is all thanks to the wise leadership of Lord Maillard."

The Baron bent down, not daring to look at the sexy leader of the Assassin's League with tinted glasses.

"I just provided you with the insect poison. It's all your ability that made so many idiots drink it. Don't be too modest."

"Yes."

Baron Romanson answered obediently, and waited for a while before asking, "Lord Maillard, do we need to deal with the bodies of these people separately?"

"Well, cut off their heads, make specimens of them and send them back to their cities for the residents, nobles, and officials of those cities to see. This way, everyone will know the consequences of violating the ban and resisting the Assassin's League."

Maillard thought for a moment and said.

"Then do you want the families of these guys to..."

Baron Romanson made a gesture of cutting his neck.

"No need. Except for the families that stood up to resist, leave the ones kneeling to me. After all, we are assassins who represent justice and will not harm families easily."

Maillard said with a smile.

"By doing this, isn't it like letting dangerous species go back to the mountains..."

"Heh, are those dead species also considered dangerous species?"

Maillard chuckled, then looked at the man in front of him and asked, "You are so anxious to wipe out the roots. Do you think there will be another chance to rebel against the Empire in the future?"

"Puff~"

Romanson knelt down and said in defense, "That's absolutely not the case. I wanted to be a good person before, but I didn't have the chance. Now the Assassin's League has given me this opportunity. How could I possibly betray the Assassin's League? My loyalty to the Assassin's League is evident to all!"

"Then do your job well and don't think too much."

Maillard said nothing.

The Assassin's League only looks at behavior and does not believe in human nature.

If I have to believe in something, it would probably be the knife in my hand.

Leaving behind a group of violators of the ban, the one they hate the most is the baron who turned against them and poisoned their families.

This will make it extremely difficult, or even impossible, for the other party to defect in the future. Only by wholeheartedly relying on the Assassin's League can the other party survive.

Well, perhaps some people would say that this is too much. They actually treat Baron Romanson, a righteous and good official who has reformed, in this way. However, is he really a righteous and good official who has reformed?
No, this is just an ordinary guy going with the flow.

During the imperial rule, the other party was a corrupt official who took bribes and forced the poor people who could not pay taxes to sell their children and themselves.

But after the Assassin's League came and killed a large number of disobedient dignitaries in the city, allowing the other party to luckily become the city lord, Romanson became a good official who had reformed according to the Assassin's League's standards.

And because he used to be a corrupt official, he was more aware of the methods used by corrupt officials to deceive their superiors and subordinates, and he provided many constructive suggestions for the ban standards of the Assassin's League.

This man betrayed the original class of corrupt officials and is a true fence-sitter, leaning towards whichever side the wind blows.

The reason why such a person protects the Assassin's League is simply because the power and status he currently possesses are all obtained through the Assassin's League's actions in the West.

The other party is a smart man. He may know that once the Assassin's League falls, he will lose his position as city lord and may even be held accountable by the Empire later.

"Oh, by the way, there's a living one over there. He's not poisoned. Remember to be careful when you chop his head off."

Maillard said suddenly.

"Bang~"

Sweeting, who was pretending to be dead on the ground, suddenly jumped up and ran towards the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

A guard from the City Lord's Mansion wanted to intercept the other party, but was knocked away by a punch.

"When I was young, I practiced martial arts in Huangquan Temple. If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

The old man in gorgeous clothes roared and rushed to the door. Just as he was about to rush out of the door, his head suddenly fell off his neck.

A thin silk thread was across the gate of the City Lord's Mansion. Maillard moved his fingers and the cross-end of the silk thread was retracted.

"Was Huangquan Temple's level so bad before? Or is it just that the opponent is a waste and there is no sense of accomplishment in killing him, right, Hill?"

"Ms. Maillard, I am still working. Please do not engage in workplace sexual harassment."

"Woof~"

Xiao Wang called out to Maillard twice before jumping into Hill's arms.

Baron Romanson wiped his sweat as he watched the retracted cross tail thread pass across his neck.

"By the way, Lord Maillard, I wonder if you were attacked by the best martial arts master in the West. I heard it was that old man Sweetin. He organized people to donate money to hire the imperial spies."

He changed the subject, pointed at the corpse in the direction of the city lord's mansion entrance, and said.

"The best martial arts master in the West? Who is he?"

Maillard was a little confused.

"It was Uncle Sambasang. After he accepted the mission to deal with us and got the money from the Empire, he came directly to one of our intelligence bases and sold the news to us. He also swore in front of our intelligence personnel that although he was a warrior, he also understood righteousness and would never attack our Assassin's League."

Nahashu came over and said.

"Oh, it's the Western Conference double champion who has too much water. He said it better than singing. If he really has the ability, he would attack us. Where is he now? I'll go and communicate with him."

The conspiracy of the empire has been crushed by them, and a lot of insects in the western border have been eliminated. Now that she has nothing to do, Maillard plans to slap the face of the number one martial arts master in the west. She wants to know whether the other party is better at martial arts or dancing.

"He sold the news and went straight into the Jifu Nora Sea Tree Forest."

(End of this chapter)