Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 82: The Substitute Marquis

Chapter 82: The Substitute Marquis
The enemy is so terrifying. If we really let him go up to be questioned, wouldn't it be like sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth and seeking death?
Marquis Bossier had a gloomy look on his face, but the dignitaries and slave traders who had come to him to show their courtesy were all looking at him with strange eyes.

Marquis Bosir had a feeling that even if he refused here, he would most likely be sent up by this group of people as expected.

After all, the strength of the assassins who raided the City Lord's Mansion was obvious to all, and the two guards around him, the Marquis of Bossier, were both killed.

The only person he could rely on now was Chief of Armaments, Ino, who took the initiative to suggest that he go forward and communicate with the assassins in front of the formation.

This guy is unreliable. He might even be thinking about dividing his assets with other people after he dies.

Marquis Bossier's forehead began to sweat. If he didn't quickly come up with a suitable reason to refuse the group's request for him to go forward and talk to the assassin, these guys who used to be like lapdogs might really push him forward, and he would probably be doomed.

In a moment of urgency, Marquis Bosier had an idea in his mind and said quickly: "Hey, you stupid guys have been fooled by the assassin!"

"Eh?"

Everyone who was about to push the adults to send him off was stunned when they heard the words, and then looked at Marquis Bossier with some doubt.

"Mr. Marquis, what do you mean by that?"

someone asked.

“If the assassin is as powerful as he appears, then why did he destroy our artillery?

Why don't you dare to charge directly into our army and take our heads among thousands of soldiers?"

Marquis Bossier pointed out two key points, which made sense to everyone.

"Is there a possibility that the assassin is not really an assassin, but someone who really came to ask the Marquis a question?"

Suddenly someone said this, and everyone looked at the young noble who spoke.

After seeing who it was, many people showed contempt.

"Who was it I thought? It turned out to be little Thrace. Well, as simple as his father is, he is as simple as he is."

Someone sarcastically said.

Once in this slave city, someone proposed to liberate the slaves in the city, believing that doing human trade was against human ethics and was not good for a city.

On the contrary, if the slaves could be liberated, allowed to work in factories, and paid to create value, the city would also become greater.

Naturally, the person who made such unconventional remarks died, and his son inherited the title of baron, but was never liked by the Marquis of Bossier.

Others also tacitly rejected this family that had made strange remarks and jokingly called them the family in the greenhouse.

This is not a compliment, but rather a thought that the people in this family are crazy for wanting to liberate slaves.

"My Lord Marquis, is this impossible?"

Seeing that Marquis Bossier also didn't care, the young noble immediately started to argue.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. There is only one reason why the assassin did not break in, and that is that he is also afraid of our power."

Marquis Bosir waved his hand and made the final conclusion, but looking at the still somewhat stubborn young master of the Thracian family, he suddenly had an idea.

"However, since you are willing to believe that the assassin is not an assassin, how about you pretend to be me and talk to the assassin?"

"But I am not you."

“It doesn’t matter. The assassin doesn’t know who I am.”

"Or is it that you, young master Thrace, are just saying it but don't really believe it, just like your father who used to be full of lies?"

Someone else said.

"I won't let you insult my father!"

"Then, are you willing to talk to the assassin on behalf of the Marquis?"

"Go and go!"

"Master..."

The old butler beside the young noble was a little flustered, and was scolded by Marquis Bossier when he wanted to say something.

"How dare you, a servant, interrupt when your master is speaking?"

"My Lord Marquis, please forgive my steward, he is just caring about me." "If you don't care about it, then I won't go beyond you to punish him.

So, you want to prove to others that you are not a frivolous person? "

"I will prove it, Marquis. I am willing to go and talk to that person on your behalf."

Seeing that Cassim Thrace was willing to be his substitute, Marquis Bosir was very satisfied.

Although the people of the Thracian family are a little too upright in their thinking, they are still very loyal.

"Master, we will follow you too. If the assassin wants to harm you, we can also cover your retreat."

There were only a few armed guards, but they were all willing to protect their young master. The former Baron of Thrace had freed them from slavery.

"If you can successfully persuade the assassin to retreat, I will reward you."

The Marquis of Bossier also made a promise by writing a blank check.

However, before the enemy left and headed for the battle formation, Marquis Bosier asked the commander of the Armament Department, "Does the army still have artillery?"

"There are a few spare ones, but they will take some time to set up."

"Very good, now go and make arrangements. If the assassin really comes out to talk, after the artillery is deployed, aim at him and fire directly to attack him."

The Chief of the Armament Department was no longer surprised at the low level of his own Marquis's conduct. He responded and went to instruct his subordinates to deploy new artillery.

Although he witnessed Broly not taking the bullet attack seriously, Marquis Bossier still had confidence in the power he possessed.

After all, there is a qualitative difference between the power of artillery and that of bullets. There are some dangerous species in the wild that have thick skin and tough flesh that can block bullets, but basically only super dangerous species can block artillery.

Even if it is an extremely dangerous species, it will be injured or even killed if hit directly by artillery.

Obviously, the scene where Broly caught the cannonball just now took place in the city lord's mansion.

The Marquis outside did not see it, otherwise he would not be so confident.

"My Lord Marquis is brilliant!"

Upon hearing Marquis Bossier's remarks, a group of fawning dignitaries and slave traders hurriedly began to praise him, as if they were not the ones who wanted to force the other party to go up and talk to the assassin.

Seeing this, Marquis Bosir smiled on his face but snorted in his heart, and decided to deal with these guys who changed their attitude according to the situation.

The army on the street had stopped attacking, and Broly stopped throwing things at them. He sat in the gap in the bullet-riddled wall on the third floor of the City Lord's Mansion, waiting for the choice to be made by the crowd of people below who seemed to be somewhat afraid of him.

Not long after, a small team walked out of the passage vacated by the army. Protected in the middle of the team was a young noble who was not dressed luxuriously. He stopped more than ten meters away from the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

He raised his head and said nervously to Broly who was sitting on the edge of the gap on the third floor: "I am the Marquis of Bosir. If you have any questions for me, please feel free to ask me. I will tell you everything I know."

He kicked the wall with his heel, and at the moment the wall shattered, Broly fell directly into the middle of the small team below.

The speed was too fast and no one could react. By the time they did, the guards around Thrace were already having some stress reactions.

Those who held swords held swords, and those who drew guns drew guns.

"Don't move, don't move, don't be nervous, we are just here to talk."

Cassim Thrace quickly raised his hand and shouted, stopping the people around him from taking any further action.

"Finally, someone who understands things has come."

Broly was very happy about this.

"If you have any questions, please ask."

"Since you are sensible, I will ask directly. Um, you are not going to cause trouble for Green and his bookstore, are you?"

Broly asked directly.

As soon as this question came out, the face of the young Marquis opposite him became a little stiff.

"Sir, may I ask who Green is?"