Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 85 Confused Girl with Glasses
"Master, what should we do next?"

"Most of the city's dignitaries are dead, and almost all the slave traders are wiped out..."

Cassim Thrace's expression kept changing, but he had made up his mind.

"It's time to realize my father's dream and change this city!"

"Ah, Master, you are going to free the slaves at this time?"

"Plans are not as good as changes. I never thought that things would develop like this..."

According to the plan, he was supposed to play a clown, gradually gain the trust of the Marquis of Bossier, and then slowly implement the plan to transform the city.

However, a strong man suddenly appeared from the sky, and while Marquis Bossier and his men were still seeking death, he actually sent Marquis Bossier and his men to heaven.

Now that things have developed this way, there is nothing more to say. Times make heroes, and I will just go with the flow.

Cassim Thrace gathered his army and told Broly about his father's ideal of liberating slaves. In the process of gaining support, he gained the boy's attitude that he did not care much about his reputation being borrowed. He then characterized this incident in which a bunch of dignitaries and slave traders died as a premeditated large-scale coup.

On that day, the Thracian family mobilized the few remaining family forces, and with the help of Broly, the Saiyan's power to destroy lives at will, they used the defeated troops to kill the remaining military officers who had committed crimes in the city garrison.

After completely controlling the city's armed forces, a purge and slave liberation movement was quickly launched in Bossier City.

The next day, when Broly and others were preparing to leave the city, Broly had already gained the support of the liberated slaves because he had successfully captured the defeated Cassim Thrace.

After confiscating the mansions of some nobles and gentry who usually sucked the blood of the people, Qasim distributed the wealth to the middle and lower classes in the city, and soon gained the support of this group of citizens.

"Broly, my dear friend, I will always remember your kindness to this city..."

Things went too smoothly, and Qasim did not forget who was the biggest contributor.

Even though Broly, the hero, only did it because of a friend and a bookstore.

But Cassim Thrace was still very grateful to the other party for being willing to lend him the power.

"In the future, I will erect a statue for you in the largest square in this city. I will not steal the credit that does not belong to me. I will write a book to let all the freed slaves know who is the real benefactor who liberated them!"

Broly: "..."

I don't know why things turned out like this. The new friend I made yesterday was so grateful to me. When I went back to Green's Bookstore and said that the matter had been settled and was warmly received by Green's parents, the other party seemed to have done a lot of things under my name.

Yesterday evening, this new friend ordered someone to deliver the head of a strange woman, saying that no one would ever cause trouble for Green and his bookstore again.

I was leaving this morning and the other party came hurriedly to see me off. This new friend had dark circles under his eyes and looked very tired yet excited. He was talking about his merits in liberating slaves and so on, some of his words were difficult to understand.

However, it seemed like a good thing, so Broly didn't care much about it. He waved goodbye to his new friends who had not yet invited him to dinner, and headed to the central area of ​​the empire with the others.

. . . .

Without turning or stopping along the way, the small team arrived at the imperial capital when there were only five days left to return.

“It’s such a bustling place!”

After entering the city, Akagi and the others couldn't help but exclaim in amazement at the clean and wide streets and the neat and white dome houses on both sides of the streets.

The imperial capital is undoubtedly the most prosperous city among all the cities they have seen along the way.

"After all, it is the capital of the empire. Resources from the east, west, south, and north are always flowing here. It is normal for it to be so prosperous."

Maillard didn't care.

"Don't be fooled by the superficial prosperity of the imperial capital. From the fact that there are also bandits in the central region, you can tell that there are also low-class people who can't make a living here."

"I'm hungry, are there any good restaurants around here?"

Broly asked, rubbing his stomach.

"Brother, wait a minute. I'll ask someone."

Nahasu jumped out of the car and asked a passerby who was obviously a local of the imperial capital for information about the local food.

At first, the man looked down on the bumpkin from outside and was unwilling to talk to Nahasu. But after Nahasu expressed his willingness to pay for the information, the man became enthusiastic.

“As for what delicacies are available in the imperial capital, I can only say that they are all-encompassing. You can find corresponding shops for delicacies from all four regions in the imperial capital.

If you want to eat the most diverse food, I recommend Chinatown in the city. The food there is diverse, cooked in different ways, and the prices are reasonable.

With just a small amount of money, you can enjoy delicious food such as sweet, sour, spicy, fresh, fragrant and smelly..."

The locals talked freely.

"Wait, why can delicious food smell bad?"

Akahime interrupted and asked.

"Haha, little girl, you asked a good question."

The local of the imperial capital looked up, looked like he was eager to teach, and began to introduce himself.

"The stinky here I'm talking about is the stinky mandarin fish. It smells stinky, but tastes delicious, and the stinkier it is, the more delicious it is. This is also considered a signature dish of Chinatown.

Of course, not every restaurant can make this dish well. If you want to try it, I recommend you go to Osmanthus House, which is a time-honored restaurant..."

After getting the food information, Nahashu paid the information fee and drove with others to Chinatown at the foot of the city.

We found what the locals called Osmanthus House, but since it was not yet lunchtime, there were only three or five tables of customers dining in the restaurant.

A smell that was neither smelly nor stinky floated into Broly's nose, making him frown and doubt whether there was really anything delicious here.

The shop owner, who was counting the bills behind the counter, saw a group of young customers rushing in from the door, and shouted to the back hall: "Hill, there are customers. Come out and greet them."

"Sorry, manager, right away."

A girl with glasses ran out in a hurry, but when she was crossing the threshold, she accidentally tripped over it and fell directly to the ground.

"Glasses, my glasses..."

She was severely myopic and couldn't see anything clearly without her glasses. She got up from the ground with a nosebleed and started groping around on the ground with her hands.

Seeing this, the boss of Osmanthus House raised his hand and slapped his forehead: "I must have been blind to hire a confused person like you as a waiter."

"Excuse me, Manager. I'll go and serve the guests right away."

After a while, the confused girl finally found her glasses.

"Don't mess things up for me."

"Will not."

She had a nosebleed and was wearing glasses with a crack on them, but she still looked a little untrustworthy.

"I hope so."

The owner of Osmanthus House waved his hand helplessly and let her go back to work. The new customers were just a group of children and should be easier to handle.

The boss sat down again, looking at the pretty back of the girl in cheongsam, and wondered whether he should arrange this useless girl, who has a good figure and face, to stand at the door as a tool to attract customers.

But soon, the boss shook his head. Guihuafang is a proper old restaurant, not a place for drinking and prostitution. What's the point of putting a beautiful girl in front of the door to solicit customers?

"Forget it, let's try it for a while. If it really doesn't work, just fire him."

Miss Xier, who just turned sixteen this year and is a little confused, is not yet aware of her career crisis.

She came to a group of young guests and asked in a gentle voice: "Excuse me, guests, is there anything you need?"

Broly looked at the girl with glasses in front of him, then looked at the prompt of the Crystal Palace. His gaze lingered on the face of the cheongsam girl with a little nosebleed, and he put forward his request.

"I want a friend who can be my wife. Can you satisfy my needs?"

(End of this chapter)