Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 72 The Targeted Bookstore
The mayor of Bossier City imposed heavy taxes and established various high taxes, but Bossier City was still one of the most prosperous cities in the West.

Its prosperity is built on the demographic dividend. It is the largest population trade market in the West and openly recognizes the legitimacy of the slave trade.

"The entrance fee for people without any goods is more than 100 imperial coins per person. It's like robbery."

Nahaxiu complained. He had only seen such a high entrance fee when he was in the border city.

"Fortunately, on the way here, there were a lot of kind people who gave us money."

Broly didn't care much about the money. On the way to this city, they encountered several slave trading groups.

When they saw so many high-quality children who could be used as slaves, the slave traders all chose to be good people.

Within three days, seven slave trading teams of varying sizes attacked them, and nearly two hundred people died in the wilderness.

"After we find an inn, we'll have to wash the carriage. It's covered in dried blood."

Luosang also had some complaints, and it was precisely this dried blood that prevented the slave traders who saw them later from daring to approach.

This is understandable. The bloody smell emanating from this team that looks like sheep but is actually a ferocious tiger can be smelled from a mile away. Anyone who dares to come over is either stupid or overconfident.

It is obvious that the people behind are neither stupid nor confident, which highlights the caution of walking outside.

“I don’t know if those who left will encounter slave groups again and be captured and made slaves again.”

Main was somewhat worried about the situation of some slaves rescued on the transport vehicles after the slave trading team was defeated.

"If you continue to gather people and send them home like this, how can you go to the imperial capital?"

At that time, Maillard strongly objected as the boss, and the group of rescued slaves were not rounded up and taken away as before.

Instead, they each received some food and money, divided up the slave team's means of transportation, and then let the group of people go their separate ways.

"Why bother with that? Those people were lucky to be rescued once. If they are caught again, they can only blame their bad luck."

Merad didn't care about that. She just wanted Broly to finish other things as soon as possible and go home with her.

But before that, I still have to find a hotel to take a shower.

There were so many attackers over the three days that even though Maillard made few moves, he still smelled of blood.

"Green, should we go to your house first, or should we go to the inn together to get some rest?"

Broly asked the boy with glasses.

"Brother Broly, I'm not in a hurry. I can fix it first."

The closer Green got to Bossier City, the more frightened he became. He was worried that his parents had really sold him out.

What Luosang said before was right: some truths are better unknown than known, especially when some truths are really unsatisfactory.

Seeing him like this, everyone didn't say anything. The team had already arrived in Bossier City. They wouldn't stop until they found out the truth and then pass by without going back. Now it was just a matter of giving Green time to prepare himself mentally.

. . . . .

"Mr. Cabrera, Mrs. Cabrera, I wonder if you two agree to sell the bookstore. Mr. Trave is very sincere and the price he offers is 20% higher than the market price. You can open another bookstore in another place."

In a used bookstore, a mercenary man carrying a suitcase said this to the young couple in the bookstore.

"You want to buy our bookstore? Sure. I can agree to it."

Hearing this, the mercenary man's face lit up with joy, and he heard the young man opposite him say the following words: "But I have one condition, that is, return our son to us."

"Mr. Cabrera, I have said it many times that Mr. Terravi is a serious businessman. He will not kidnap your son just to buy your bookstore."

"This is our condition. If you find our son, we will sell this bookstore to you. Apart from that, we will not accept simple monetary transactions, no matter if you offer 20% higher than the market price, or even twice as much."

The young man's attitude was very firm, as if there was no room for negotiation. "Mr. Cabrera, I must remind you that Mr. Travi is not a good-tempered person. He has been very patient with you and your wife."

"And then, should I thank him? Thank him for forcing me to sell my bookstore, and thank him for having my son kidnapped?"

"I repeat again, Mr. Traway did not have anyone kidnap your son."

“I don’t care about this. My son’s disappearance happened after you proposed to buy my bookstore and I refused. I don’t know who the real culprit is. I can only treat you as the culprit.

Bringing my son back safely is the prerequisite for you to buy my bookstore. Without this prerequisite, there is no chance of buying anything.

Besides, if your boss wants to play some dirty tricks, then come on, my father used to be the secretary of the old marquis, so he still has some connections."

After saying this, the young man drove the mercenary man out of the bookstore.

. . . .

"So, did you close the deal on the bookstore?"

"No, Mr. Trave, the family insisted that we take their son back before they would consider transferring the bookstore to us."

"Damn it, if a child is gone, it's gone. Won't they just have another one?"

Trawei was cursing, and at that moment he heard the laughter of his men and the hostesses nearby, which made him a little angry.

He walked over and kicked the man who was touching the woman's thigh, knocking him to the ground.

"You still have the nerve to play with women here. If you hadn't messed up and let the kidnapped child be taken away by an unknown guy, I would have bought the bookstore three months ago!"

Faced with the boss's roar, the man who was kicked to the ground did not dare to refute at all. Three months ago, it was he who put the child of the bookstore family in a sack and took him away.

But I had to pee urgently, so when I went to relieve myself, the sack next to the wall was taken away by some bastard.

"Mr. Trave, are we going to help find the child?"

The mercenary man asked carefully.

"How can I find him? This is the slave capital. If a child is missing, where do you want me to find him?"

"May I ask Ms. Twena?"

"Heh, you're asking my sister for help for such a trivial matter. Are you crazy?"

"Yes, yes, I am out of my mind. So, Mr. Travi, are we going to give up that bookstore?"

"Give up? Why should I give up? The slave market is about to expand, and the value of the bookstore is about to increase. Why should I give up?"

"But the Cabrera family is very determined..."

"Bring some people tonight and have them put their fingerprints on the transfer contract."

"But that family has some connections..."

"What connections are you talking about? Don't you understand that when people leave, they will be forgotten? Besides, can't we make it impossible for them to find anyone and shut up forever? Force them to sign their names, and then set fire to the bookstore and the people..."

. . . .

"By the way, Green, what does your family do?"

In the hotel, Luosang asked after taking a shower.

"Bookstore, what's going on?"

Green, who was getting dressed, answered.

(End of this chapter)