Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 57 The Arrival of the Assassin Master and Servant

After performing several games in the martial arts tournament, Broly's team won a lot of money, but when they learned that their eldest brother would leave in more than a month, the children's hearts were still filled with reluctance and sadness.

Material money cannot soothe this reluctance and sadness. If one has to choose between money and an older brother, no one would choose money. However, Crystal Palace did not give these children, nor did it give Broly the opportunity to choose.

In this somewhat sad atmosphere, Broly expanded his team to seventeen people and once again set out on the journey to send the children who wanted to go home back home.

But halfway through the journey, Broly's team encountered a duo in distress, a rich girl and a little maid. It was said that when they were visiting relatives in a big city, the team was attacked by bandits and stranded in the wilderness. They happened to meet them and asked them for help.

"Thank you so much. If we hadn't met you, we really don't know what we would do."

The rich girl said sobbingly, and looked at Broly with tears in her eyes.

"My name is Maillard. What's this little brother's name?"

The assassin lady, who had changed her outfit, asked Broly.

"My name is Broly."

Broly answered the question honestly.

"What a great name. So, Broly, can you help us?"

Akame, Kurome, and Mine frowned as they looked at the distressed girl who was gathering around Broly and trying to please him.

Although he looks much older than the boy, he keeps calling him "little brother", which gives people goose bumps.

"Okay, we have already taken you in, and we will definitely help you. Don't get close to our eldest brother and disturb him anymore."

Mine stepped forward and separated Merad from Broly. Akame and Kurome also stepped forward and pulled Broly away from the left and right. They instinctively didn't want Broly to have too much contact with this overly attentive rich girl.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I just wanted to express my gratitude to Broly."

Maillard spoke in a teasing tone, revealing a weak attitude and a pitiful look, which made it difficult for Akagi and the other two to be dealt with.

They instinctively felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't tell what the problem was. Instead, they felt as if they were bullying people in trouble, and couldn't help feeling guilty.

[Hehe, I am a professionally trained descendant of a top assassin, but I still can't control you little guys.

However, they seem to be of really high quality, all little beauties, and as long as I can take down Broly, they will all be mine...】

As Merad thought so, she cast a delicate gaze carefully towards Broly. She was tricked by him at the martial arts tournament, and she wanted to trick him back this time. She wanted to make this boy fall for her beauty.

"I have received your thanks. Don't take it too seriously. People should help each other."

In the absence of any conflict, Broly is still willing to help others because he can feel some happiness when helping others.

Especially when looking at other people's happy smiling faces, he seems to be infected and feels a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

"Okay, you three should be happy too. She is thanking us. Don't look so sad."

Broly took Maine and the other two aside, took out some exploding gummy candies that he had bought before leaving Daxi City, and put one in each of their mouths.

Then, he started distributing candies to other friends, even to the newly adopted Melad and Cassandra, to whom he gave some candies.

Esdeath looked at the candy in her hand, then looked at the distressed girl who was trying to talk to Broly but to no avail. There was a barely perceptible look of depression on the other's face. Esdeath smiled, put the candy in her mouth and started chewing.

It’s worth mentioning that, in addition to the red fruit-flavored gummy candies, the other flavors of gummy candies are also delicious. Esdeath personally likes the grape flavored ones.

And if there is anything more interesting than eating grape-flavored gummy candies alone, it is undoubtedly watching others feel depressed because they can't eat grape-flavored gummy candies, and then eating grape-flavored gummy candies yourself.

. . . . .

"Damn it, I flirted with him so much, but that guy couldn't see it?"

When camping at night, Mailad and Cassandra were assigned a small tent, and the girl complained in a low voice in the tent.

"Ms. Maillard, is there a possibility that a boy who is too young would not be tempted by your beauty?"

Casandora helped lay out the sleeping mat and gave a reminder.

"Hey, is that so?"

Maillard was stunned. She had never been interested in men before. Apart from physiological autopsies and actual assassinations, her understanding of men was only from Barbara's teachings and some special books.

"After all, it's hard for a child to even stand up a flagpole." "That's not right. The last time I read a book about driving a big truck, it stood up."

"Miss, comics are comics, and reality is reality."

"It seems that there is a gap between the actual situation and the description in the book. Barbara is right. Practice makes perfect. Only by constantly killing others like practicing assassination can we know how to kill a person more easily."

Maillard sighed and asked the little maid: "Casandora, do you know how to take down a boy?"

Casandora: “…”

How would she know this? She was only twelve years old and her master was still Maillard. Before this, Maillard was a super lesbian who believed that only girls could give happiness to other girls.

Even in this situation, how could she understand how to win over men, let alone being the target of winning over, and a boy younger than them.

No one knows what's wrong with the young lady. She was defeated by her opponent in the ring, and then she said she wanted to take revenge on the opponent because she wet her pants.

As a result, after watching the other party play a serious game with another girl, his legs became weak and he said that he felt very strong, as if he was in love.

Wow, he fell in love just after getting his pants wet twice. This love was too inexplicable.

Casandora privately believed that it was only the drawbridge effect that gave her super lesbian lady the illusion of being in love.

But Maillard didn't listen at all. She thought Broly was so powerful that he could have broken her neck, but he only strangled her until she fainted and wet her pants. This was a manifestation of his love.

It was a manifestation of divine love, but Cassandra had no way of convincing the paranoid Maillard, so she could only follow her own lady, play the role of a maid beside the distressed girl, and play with Maillard.

"Miss, you know me. Ever since I was adopted by Orberg (Assassin's Order) and came to be your maid, I have never had much contact with men. The reason is that you don't like men. Now you come to ask me how to win a boy. Do you think I can tell you that I know?"

"Okay, it's my fault. I shouldn't have made things difficult for you."

Maillard apologized quickly.

"But Casandora, you love reading books most of the time. Don't you think there are no solutions in them?"

Merad used to be very averse to men, but after watching the match between Esdeath and Broly, and seeing the boy's powerful performance in tearing down the ring, she couldn't help feeling excited when she imagined if the other party used the same strength he used to tear down the ring on her, and thought about how she would be crushed into pieces by that powerful force.

Of course, she didn't associate this feeling with love at first, until she dreamed for two nights that she was being beaten and strangled by the boy on the ring. She woke up from the dream, not sure whether it was a good dream or a nightmare, and noticed the dampness in the bedding. Then she felt something was wrong.

After trying to get Casandora to replicate the scene in the ring and choke her, but with boys all in her mind, Maillard finally decided that she should fall in love.

After all, this perfectly fits the symptoms of love, thinking about someone day and night and even dreaming about them.

"Method, well, there is a book that says if you want to capture a man, you have to capture his stomach. Is this a method?"

Casandora thought about it and then came up with this simple and unpretentious special attack method against foodies.

"Yes, that's it."

Maillard became excited.

"Miss, I advise you not to get too excited. When the boy saw you today, he didn't even recognize you."

Casandora quickly poured cold water on him, saying that only if you don't have expectations, you won't be disappointed.

"It's normal that I can't be recognized. After all, I was in disguise when I participated in the competition."

Maillard waved his hand.

"But you didn't wipe off your beauty spot. If he really cared about you, he would have been able to associate you with your fake identity, contestant Meimei, by looking at your appearance. But after we interacted with him today, he treated you like a stranger."

At this point, Casandora reminded again: "Miss, you are the most talented assassin in the history of Orberg. Please don't be blinded by the so-called love. For you, it should just be a spice to spice up your life."

"I understand what you said, but at least let me taste it first."

Casandora looked at her young lady with some despair, and felt that the knowledge in the assassin's guide books was sincere and not deceiving her.

Emotions like love can really lower a person's IQ. No wonder some assassins who use seduction as their main means of assassination can be compared with some hard-core militant assassins within the organization.

"We have to change the plan. The target of assassination is still Broly, but we have to do it step by step. First, we have to assassinate his stomach and find out what he likes to eat!"

(End of this chapter)