Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 624 Normal Reactions of Normal People to Domineering Scripts
"Offer hamburgers?" Myoko frowned at first, but thinking of the Saiyan boy's situation, she immediately nodded and said, "No problem. Our leader likes good food. As long as your hamburgers are delicious enough, I think he will be happy to accept the gift you bring him."

"Then I'll get ready."

Chelsea turned to greet the shop assistants who had been busy all day.

"Everyone, cheer up! We're going to make a delicious hamburger for the great leader of the Assassin's Guild. If that lord tastes our hamburger and thinks it's good, maybe we can soar to the top!"

The maids wanted to chime in Chelsea's praise, but they were too tired after a long day. It wasn't until Chelsea said that her bonus would be doubled that they felt a little more fighting spirit squeezed out like sponges.

They start making the hamburger buns, and even source the freshest meat from the night market.

"Miss Miao, please have a glass of juice here. I've been busy all day and I'm covered in sweat. I need to take a shower first, otherwise I might offend the great leader of the Assassin's Guild with my stench."

Chelsea brought the Assassin some leftover juice, then quickly ran upstairs to shower, wash herself, and change into her most presentable clothes.

Of course, she did this not because she thought that a hamburger seller could be Chelsea, whom the leader of the Assassin's Guild was looking for and wanted to invite to become a high-ranking member of the Assassin's Guild.

However, she felt that she represented the image of her family's burger shop, and if she went to meet the leader smelly, he might misunderstand that her burgers were not clean.

Therefore, Chelsea wanted to represent her burger business with the cleanest and most beautiful image. If the leader ate her burger and even gave her a few words of praise, she might be able to promote her shop with slogans like "The leader of Atlantis said the burger was good" or "The great Saiyan God thought the burger was delicious."

This is much better than sending people to the martial arts tournament venue to provide free burgers and drinks to the participants, thus promoting your own burger shop.

Chelsea put on light makeup and sprayed on perfume that was supposedly made from the nectar of the dangerous man-eating flower from the Giant Tree Forest.

The flavor is very mild and won't affect the taste of the burger, which was a birthday present she bought for herself just two months ago.

She rarely used the faint, natural floral fragrance, but now that she was about to meet the highest-ranking person in the Great Western Kingdom, she was naturally willing to use it.

Chelsea came downstairs, and the hamburger patty had just been fried and placed on the freshly made hamburger bun, along with tomatoes, pickles, leafy greens, and a complex sauce made from a blend of spices. The aroma alone was enough to whet one's appetite.

Beside her, the assassin girl, who had already finished her juice and was waiting for her, kept swallowing her saliva as she looked at the freshly made hamburger. Chelsea knew just how tempting her family's improved hamburger was.

"How is it, Miss Taeko? Doesn't it taste better than any burger you've had before?"

Chelsea approached and began to inquire.

"Ah."

Miaozi nodded.

"Bring me a hamburger."

"Eh?"

"My treat. By the way, Miss Taeko, could you tell me about your leader's temper?"

As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." Only by figuring out what kind of temper the leader of the Assassin's Guild had can she prepare some flattering words.

"Uh, well, I'm not really sure either."

However, Taeko's answer struck Chelsea as odd.

"Myoko, aren't you a member of the Assassin's Guild? How come you don't even know what kind of temper your own leader has?"

"The permanent leaders of the Assassin's Guild are Esdeath and Lady Merard. As for Lord Broly, he is not always here. Usually, only some high-ranking members of the Assassin's Guild can contact him. As for me, I am not qualified, so I am not very clear about him."

Miaozi picked up the hamburger and took a big bite. The freshly baked hamburger bun was very sweet and fragrant, and the juices flowing from the fried patty, mixed with the salty and savory sauce, made her squint her eyes in satisfaction.

After swallowing what was in her mouth, Taeko continued, "But I think if you offer your hamburgers to each other, Lord Broly will definitely be very happy. I heard Akame say before that Lord Broly likes delicious food."

"Does he have a big appetite?"

"It's quite big."

Chelsea nodded, and when she set off to meet the leader of the League of Assassins, she took the store's delivery horse and pulled a bunch of freshly baked hamburgers.

"It's not this, and it's not this either..."

One by one, women named Chelsea were brought in, some old and some young, but none of them were the one Crystal Palace acknowledged.

Broly's Crystal Palace only responded when a well-dressed girl walked in carrying two baskets of hamburgers on a shoulder pole.

Chelsea, happiness level 6.

"Lord Broly, it is my honor to be summoned by you."

After Chelsea put down the carrying pole, she lifted her skirt and bowed respectfully to Broly.

“I am Chelsea, the owner of Delicious Burgers on Happiness Street in the Western District.”

The girl introduced herself, and her demeanor seemed somewhat different from that of the other Chelsea girls who had been brought along.

"I am deeply honored to have the honor of meeting you. After much thought, I realized I could not come empty-handed, so I brought two baskets of our delicious burger shop's signature burgers, which I would like to offer to Lord Broly and the other gentlemen to enjoy."

Broly stared blankly as Chelsea, with a beaming smile, respectfully presented two exquisitely packaged hamburgers.

The person I was trying to win over by feeding him hamburgers on our first meeting—that's probably the first one I've ever done.

"Are you of noble birth?"

Mine asked with some curiosity.

"I am not a nobleman. I used to be a maid in the governor's mansion, but life was not good. It was not until the lords of the Assassin's Guild brought justice and peace to the Great Western Region that we no longer had to suffer the oppression of the corrupt noble lords. Even girls like me can do some small business to support our families."

Chelsea quickly explained, subtly flattering the Assassin's Guild.

“I can tell your business is quite large, and you’re very bold, even bringing it right up to us.”

Leone, born into humble circumstances, saw right through the other person's little scheme.

"Ah, these are just small tokens of respect, merely expressing my personal gratitude to the esteemed members of the Assassin's Guild for bringing a peaceful life to the countless people of the Great Western Kingdom."

Leone didn't deny it. He walked over, picked up a packaged hamburger from the basket, smelled it, and after confirming it wasn't poisoned, he opened it and started eating: "No poison, it's pretty good. Do you guys want to try it?"

"Brother Broly..."

Akame caught the hamburger Leone threw to her and turned her gaze to the Saiyan boy in the main seat.

Broly snapped out of his daze and nodded to the girls who were looking over: "This is the Chelsea I've been looking for."

"A guy with a good business sense and a lot of courage?"

Having received a definite answer, Akame and the others immediately looked at Chelsea with scrutinizing eyes.

"Ugh?!"

Chelsea's service-like smile froze; she wondered if she had misheard.

"Gentlemen, could you have the wrong person? I'm just a small hamburger shop owner. I only have about a dozen employees, including myself. We can't even afford to hire the top 32 contestants of the martial arts tournament to promote our hamburger shop. I'm not a powerful person at all!"

Chelsea quickly said that the situation was developing in a way that was beyond her expectations, which made her a little panicked.

"They are bold, but when faced with the unknown, they will first show weakness and adopt a cautious attitude..."

Chelsea looked toward the speaker and saw a bespectacled woman holding a book on human psychology, seemingly using Chelsea as a subject of observation to compare the knowledge in the book.

What do you all think of this person?

Mine asked the others.

"A very intelligent person, able to read between the lines."

Kuroko made her assessment, and the others nodded, seemingly agreeing with the assessment.

"Let's decide by raising our hands."

No, what are you trying to decide? Can you please tell me, the person involved, first?

Chelsea tensed up, feeling like she was the fish on the chopping block, while others were the butchers.

"No rush, let's ask her first what her plans are for the future."

Akame shook her head and said.

"Yes, it's better to ask some questions clearly. It would be terrible if we became the bad guys if the other person has a fiancé or someone they love."

Cornelia's words drew nods from her wives in the outer positions, such as Tsukushi and Bonnie.

"Miss Chelsea..."

"exist!"

"We have some questions we'd like to ask you."

"Uh, sirs, please ask."

"Do you have any plans for your future?"

Akame spoke frankly. "Before I turn twenty-five, I'll continuously promote hamburgers, making them a wildly popular food in Onishi. By thirty, I'll have at least one hundred hamburger shops across the country. By thirty-five, I'll achieve financial freedom and live a leisurely, wealthy life. Wouldn't that count as my future plan?"

"Well, I don't have any plans. I just love hamburgers and dream of sharing this delicious food with more people."

Chelsea, naturally unable to directly express her true desire to be rich, spoke of the dream of a hamburger promoter, adhering to her established persona.

"Do you have a fiancé now, or do you already have someone you like, or are you dating someone of the opposite sex?"

"Ah, not yet, because I've been busy getting things settled at the burger shop, so I haven't thought about that yet..."

Chelsea quickly replied that she was focused on her career and wanted to become a wealthy person in the future. In the prime of her youth, she had no time to spend on romance.

Once she has money, she won't be unable to find any kind of man. Moreover, if she fails to succeed, she will truly let down those sisters who were willing to believe in her and quit their maid jobs to start a hamburger business with her.

Chelsea is a boss with a conscience.

"That would be wonderful, Miss Chelsea. Would you be willing to join us?"

"I only know how to make hamburgers, I don't know how to kill anyone..."

Chelsea looked miserable. In the peaceful and stable environment of Atlantis, this person had no intention of becoming an assassin.

"It's not about asking you to kill, but about giving you the opportunity to realize your dreams."

"What do you gentlemen want me to do?"

. . . .

"For every gain, there must be a sacrifice. Workers labor and earn wages to support their families. And you, Najenda, want to save the people beyond Atlantis. To that end, what are you willing to go to, and what are you willing to sacrifice?"

Esdeath arrived at Najenda's rented hotel room first. After Lubbock, who looked somewhat nervous, opened the door and greeted Najenda, whom he knew well, Esdeath asked about the matter.

Is this some kind of test of my resolve? Fine, if you want to see, then I'll show you!

"What level to reach, what to sacrifice? Ha, is there even a need to ask that question? As long as I can quell the chaos outside, I, Najenda, am willing to give up everything I have."

When the white-haired, braided general said this, her face was resolute, as if she wouldn't hesitate to die the next moment if the chaos was brought under control.

"And I, Lubbock, am also willing to go through fire and water for General Najenda."

Beside him, the green-haired youth immediately spoke up as well.

Esdeath glanced at him and pointed directly at him, saying, "Then show me your determination to give everything."

Upon seeing this, Najenda's heart sank, and Lubbock's expression also changed.

"He's just a follower who admires me, he doesn't have any special status. You want me to pledge my loyalty, but you don't need me to take his life, do you?"

"General Najenda, I would give my life for you."

Lubbock gave a wry smile and said to his general.

"You must have misunderstood something. What I meant was for you to get rid of this guy who has ill intentions towards you."

"Eh?"

"Didn't you want General Najenda to kill me?"

"If you want to die, I can help you."

Esdeath gave a dangerous look.

"No, no, no, I don't want to die if I can live."

Lubbock shrank back.

"What's the point of you asking me to get rid of my most loyal subordinates?"

Najeta asked, somewhat puzzled.

"It couldn't be to weaken my power, which hasn't even joined your faction yet, could it?"

"Of course not, but you must show your loyalty to my master."

Esdeath stood up, walked up to Najenda, and leaned close to her face to speak.

"Does Lord Broly need a lone minister who has no trusted confidants by his side?"

"No, it should be called a loyal wife. Your body, your chastity, your love, your happiness should all be prepared for him. And someone like you doesn't need a man who covets you by your side. Do you understand what I mean?"

Lubbock: "???"

I felt like my head was a little green.

No, his hair was originally green.

Moreover, he hasn't even won over General Najenda yet.

So, I've been robbed of the opportunity?!
Before he could win over General Najenda with his sincerity, he was determined to achieve his goal.

Najenda, on the other hand, was also somewhat bewildered.

He thought he was useful, that the leader of the Assassin's Guild wanted him to do something, and that they might have a deal. But it turned out to be a transaction of power and sex.

"Speaking of which, Esdeath, does that Broly-sama actually like women like me?"

Najeta doesn't think she has any charm as a woman. Apart from her full breasts being a plus, her usual demeanor is more masculine, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a tomboy.

"Like? Ha, don't overestimate yourself. You're just lucky, like me, to be recognized by Crystal Palace. Otherwise, with your rock-hard abs, you wouldn't be able to seduce my Broly!"

Esdeath poked Najenda's muscular abdomen with her hand, and after speaking, she straightened her back towards the person in front of her, seemingly showing off her still soft, fatty abdominal muscles.

In her pursuit of becoming stronger, this Ice Queen also paid attention to her physique. Although she knew that Broly would not dislike her muscular body, she still wanted to provide the boy with a cool and soft body to hold while sleeping.

While it's not quite a competition between females, Esdeath does want the boy to experience her feminine charm when he grows up.

After all, there are many kinds of battles, and making the grown-up Broly surrender and admit defeat to you is also a kind of victory.

"General Najeta..."

Lubbock was about to say something, but Najenda raised her hand to stop him.

"Lady Esdeath, can you guarantee that I will achieve my goal?"

"I can't guarantee it, because even if you're willing to sacrifice yourself, you'll only become a member of the wives' group. And the national policy of the Great Western Kingdom is led by the entire wives' group. If you want to change the current political strategy of the Great Western Kingdom, you have to persuade the other members of the wives' group."

"Can't we just persuade Lord Broly?"

"No, because Broly respects our ideas more than you do."

Najenda paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'm willing to give everything."

Then, she turned to her loyal subordinate and said, "Lubbock, I know what you mean, but I'm sorry, I have more important things to do. You will definitely meet a better woman than me in the future."

Lubbock felt heartbroken, but knowing he couldn't stop his general's decision, he could only manage a bitter smile.

"Do I need to go with you now and offer my body to Lord Broly?"

"You can meet him, but you don't need to offer your body yet. You only need to offer your happiness..."

. . . .

"Oh, no, you want me to marry Lord Broly and become his wife?"

"Yes, you don't want to?"

"No, I do, I really do."

Chelsea felt that any hesitation, even for a second, was disrespectful to her own vanity.

After all, sacrificing marriage could instantly elevate one to the status of the noble wife of the leader of the Great Western Kingdom's Assassin Alliance. Even if she were only one of them, it would still be an extremely good thing, like striking it lucky.

There's a saying that goes something like this: marriage is a woman's second chance at life. And right now, what's in front of her is an exceptionally good match. She'd be crazy to refuse.

Broly: "..."

Watching Chelsea's happiness level rise rapidly, it seemed that this person she was trying to win over was a little too easy to handle.

Of course, if it were before the founding of Atlantis, with those dark-skinned and inhuman old noble lords, Chelsea would have to think twice and worry about whether she would be used as toilet paper.

But if it were the leader of the Atlantean Assassin's Guild, the god worshipped by the Church of Kathisia, the liberator of slaves in Bosir City...

This reputation was enough to prove that Broly was a better guy than a worse one, so even though they were strangers and had never met before, it was enough for Chelsea to go all in.

Bet your future on a life of wealth and luxury!

(End of this chapter)