Chapter 438: Death God Special Appointment, Farewell Gift!

"Broli-sama, why have you come up to the roof?"

The window was soon opened, and Queen Martina, dressed in formal attire, asked directly.

"The people downstairs are too annoying."

Broly spoke honestly; the plate he had brought over already held nothing but chicken bones.

"That is proof that you are very popular with those girls."

A halfling shota who is strong and good-looking is indeed a bed partner many people like, by the aesthetic standards of the Wanglong Kingdom's nobility.

"I don't need their welcome. I've met the people, and they aren't who I'm looking for. I'll go back after I finish eating. Queen Martina, if you have something to say, just say it directly."

Broly reminded her.

Hearing this, Queen Martina was stunned, her expression turning solemn as she stepped aside from the window and said, "Very well, but please come in to discuss in detail."

Broly entered the palace and was led to a room. Queen Martina sat opposite him and asked Broly to sit opposite her.

"My husband, including myself, has six wives in total, but now only four remain. The Fourth and Fifth Queens died of various accidents after being confirmed pregnant. Broli-sama, can you understand what is going on here?"

"Were they killed by the other queens?"

"Mm."

"Doesn't your husband, the King of the Wanglong Kingdom, care?"

"He is a fickle man. He now dotes on the Sixth Queen, and for concubines he has lost interest in, as long as they don't make him lose face, he doesn't care much—unless, like the First Queen and Second Queen, they have powerful families backing them."

"Fine, but what does that have to do with me?"

"This naturally has nothing to do with you, but it has to do with me. I am already pregnant, but I am very worried that something might happen to me one day, causing the child in my belly to miscarry and die."

"So I need enough guard force. Broli-sama, I want to hire you as my personal guard. Stay by my side and protect my safety until I give birth. As for the reward, I will satisfy you."

"Don't you already have guards by your side?"

Broly asked in confusion. Although he thought the Sword King and Water Saint were not that strong, they were still quite skilled experts in this world.

"Are you referring to Sean and Frett? Their strength is indeed very good, but as males, they cannot protect my safety close at hand at all times."

Queen Martina explained.

"I am also male."

Broly reminded her.

"But you... excuse my rudeness, you look just like a child."

If, before meeting Broly, Queen Martina had merely listened to her confidant's words and tried to recruit an Emperor Rank powerhouse,

then after actually seeing Broly's appearance, this Third Queen's desire to keep him by her side as a guard grew even stronger.

A youthful appearance has its advantages. At least when entering places like the royal palace's inner harem, a partner with a child's appearance would not easily make that cold-hearted husband uncomfortable in his heart.

"My body is already 13 years old."

Broly frowned and said.

【Is this 13 years old in human age converted from a halfling's lifespan?】

Queen Martina thought this, but said aloud, "You are exactly the best guard I am looking for."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in being a guard for others."

"The reward is negotiable. I can offer you a price of 15 King Dragon Gold Coins per month."

"I am looking for my destined partner and won't stay in one place for long."

Queen Martina wanted to say more, but seeing the Saiyan boy's unmoved expression, she sighed: "Fine then, Broli-sama, I have disturbed you."

"Thank you for the hospitality tonight, Queen Martina. If you have any short-term guard missions, as long as the price is right, I'm willing to help complete them."

"None for now, thank you."

Queen Martina exhaled. Although she failed to gain a halfling personal guard with little involvement in the Wanglong Kingdom's noble circles, at least she had earned the favor of this Emperor Rank powerhouse before her.

"Queen Martina."

"Broli-sama, do you have something else?"

"Can you introduce me to the chef who made this roast chicken?"

Broly pointed to the side, asking while holding the plate of chicken bones.

"Uh, that's no problem, but what do you want to do?"

"I have a newly met friend who runs a restaurant and is hiring chefs. I thought this roast chicken tasted good, so I wanted to ask the roast chicken chef if they'd be willing to work at my friend's restaurant."

Queen Martina understood, but reminded him: "The Wanglong Kingdom's royal chefs have good salaries and status. If your friend wants to poach a royal chef, they may need to offer a higher price."

"He's not short of money; he should be able to offer it."

Broly thought of Randolph's calm demeanor of treating guests at a loss and felt there should be no problem.

The royal chef was soon brought over. He was a middle-aged man, and upon hearing someone wanted to poach him to be a chef at an outside restaurant, he was naturally unwilling.

"Princess Martina, I have two sons and a daughter to support at home. Please don't make me lose this precious job."

The middle-aged chef could not directly refuse and could only kneel to beg the Queen for mercy.

"Here's what we'll do: I'll temporarily keep your royal chef position for you. Go check out Broli-sama's friend's restaurant first. If the treatment there moves you, then decide whether to change workplaces."

Queen Martina wanted to curry favor with Broly, but she didn't want to make things hard for the servant, so she said to this royal chef named Warren Leike.

"Thank you, Princess Martina..."

The royal chef, knowing this might be the best outcome, hurriedly thanked her.

Broly told him the location of the Death God Restaurant, agreed to bring him there for an interview tomorrow, and then took his leave and departed.

"What's wrong?"

Warren Leike returned home, and his wife saw his dejection and couldn't help but ask.

"My roast chicken craftsmanship seems to have caught the eye of a big shot."

The middle-aged chef spoke.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

His wife was somewhat confused.

"That lord wants me to resign my position as a Royal Chef and go work as a chef at a restaurant outside."

The man explained to his wife once what had happened in the Royal Palace tonight.

【65】 "Princess Martina is truly a good person; she is willing to let you keep your identity as a Royal Chef, so what do you have to be afraid of?"

"Princess Martina really is a Good Person; she's Willing to let you keep your Identity as Royal Chef, so what do you have to be Afraid of?"

"I'm afraid those big shots are just talking; once I leave, I won't be able to return to the palace kitchen."

"If you can't return then you can't return; you only earn two silver and twenty copper a month, our family's days are tight, this is still not as good as going out on your own."

"What do you know? If I weren't a chef in the palace, how could our son follow those noble families' young masters to the Swordsman School to serve as a manservant?"

The man's voice got slightly louder, waking the daughter still in swaddling clothes; the child started crying, and the woman hurriedly patted her daughter's chest to soothe her, while softly yielding to her husband: "I was just saying it..."

Hearing his wife speak softly, the man's tone also softened: "However, you're right; the child has grown up and needs more money; if I can switch to a higher-paying job, that would also be a good thing."

"This is the restaurant where you might be employed."

The next day, Warren arrived at the agreed location, and after being brought to a restaurant's front door by that young master Broly, he froze.

A restaurant decorated with all kinds of ferocious beast bones, just looking at it made one want to keep a respectful distance; and upon seeing the skeletal-looking boss inside, he was even more terrified.

For a restaurant like this, no matter how good the treatment, he absolutely would not stay!

"Broly, who is this?"

Randolph glanced at the middle-aged man whose terror was completely visible, and asked the Saiyan boy before him.

Broly then recounted how yesterday he went to the Wanglong Kingdom's Royal Palace, attended the banquet the Third Queen Martina invited him to, ate delicious roast chicken at the banquet, and then asked that queen for the chef who made the roast chicken.

"However, you must offer Mr. Warren compensation that satisfies him, or he might not jump ship to your restaurant."

Randolph nodded, then stepped forward and spoke: "Mr. Warren..."

"Yes, I'm here; what are your orders?"

"I don't know what your monthly salary is as a Royal Chef inside the palace?"

"Two, uh, no, it's four silver coins."

Warren Leike did not want to work in this creepy restaurant; he directly falsely reported his Royal Chef salary.

"Is that so? Then I'll give you eight silver coins a month; I wonder if you're willing to stay here and work for me?"

Randolph didn't know the specific market rate and didn't doubt the other party's words; he just doubled the other party's falsely reported monthly salary and asked.

"Boss, please let me call you that!"

The fear in his heart was emptied at some unknown time; Warren Leike looked at Randolph with eager eyes.

At this moment, Randolph's skeletal external appearance, in this person's eyes, was actually so radiant.

After all, this is a job paying eight silver coins a month; what is a Royal Chef?

"Won't you try his roast chicken?"

Broly asked curiously.

"I'm willing to trust you, but since it's been said like this, let's try his craftsmanship then."

Randolph nodded, looked at Warren and said: "The ingredients in the kitchen are yours to use; if it's not enough or something is missing you can tell me; we'll eat the food you make at noon."

"Yes, Boss; hmm, besides roast chicken what I'm best at is also grilled fish..."

Warren Leike was full of vigor, for the sake of obtaining this high-salary chef job.

Broly was left behind; Death God Restaurant's boss Randolph invited him to share lunch.

"How is it, Boss, Broly-sama?"

At noon, Warren served his specialty dishes.

"Very not bad."

Broly nodded in acknowledgment.

"Although I like more exciting seasoning, your grilled fish is indeed delicious."

Randolph also nodded.

Not only them; quite a few passersby smelled the aroma.

Some were already peeking at the windows, wanting to check the situation inside Death God Restaurant.

"Delicious Royal Chef grilled fish and roast chicken; do you want to come taste a bit?"

Broly issued an invitation to the passersby peeking at the windows.

"How much money?"

The invited passersby were a bit restrained, but because of the aroma they still asked a sentence.

"How to price it?"

Broly asked Randolph.

"Price it at thirty percent above ingredient cost."

Randolph replied immediately; this is the pricing rule of the Marian family's restaurant passed down through generations.

The chicken and fish used are not precious varieties; although chicken as meat is not cheap, fish is relatively cheap here near the harbor.

Upon learning they only needed 26 copper coins to eat a strip of grilled fish that smelled extremely good, Death God Restaurant suddenly saw quite a few normal customers surge in.

Fish cost 5 copper, spice cost 15 copper, yet the finished dish sold for only 26 copper; Warren Leike really wanted to say his craftsmanship also needs payment, but looking at the skeletal boss who had already made the decision, he ultimately lacked the courage to remind him the pricing was low.

"Chicken and fish stock is not enough."

As the customers surging into the restaurant increased, the experienced Warren in the back kitchen immediately pointed out the insufficiency.

"I'll go buy it right now."

The restaurant looked ready to revive, and Randolph spoke with great vigor before rushing straight out.

"There are too many stoves to watch; I can't quite handle it all by myself."

Warren, busy in the kitchen, still didn't know his own boss had already gone out, and instead shouted inside the kitchen.

"Can I help do something?"

Broly walked in and asked.

"Eh, Broly-sama, how can you do this kind of servant work?"

Warren was startled, and said.

"Randolph treated me to another meal, so helping his restaurant with some work is only natural."

"Uh, then please, when the fish in the pan are fried golden on one side, flip them over."

This day, Broly seldom didn't go find capture targets, but instead served as a temporary fried fish master in the Death God Restaurant's back kitchen.

After a day, he wasn't tired, it's just his whole face was full of oil smoke smell, his nose seemed about to be filled with the fried fish scent.

"Boss Randolph, our restaurant might need some young waitresses, and some sufficiently sturdy kitchen helpers in the back kitchen."

The bought fish and chicken, being able to be processed cleanly in time, still had to thank Randolph for his exquisite knife skills; however, having to process ingredients while also taking orders and collecting payment from customers coming into the shop, this isn't something three people can handle.

"I understand, I'll recruit the other staff as soon as possible."

Randolph nodded.

"Speaking of, can the front desk lady from the Adventurer's Guild be poached to be a waitress?"

Broly recalled the Adventurer's Guild front desk lady who recommended him to this restaurant, the one with three meat buns on her chest.

The next day, under Randolph's high-salary recruitment, the Death God Restaurant gained several waitresses skilled at receiving customers.

Honestly, if it were someone else poaching the Adventurer's Guild's corner like this, the Tarakia Adventurer's Guild Master would definitely have objections.

But with it being Death God, ranked fifth of the Seven Great Powers, personally coming to his home in the middle of the night to negotiate staff transfer at his bedside, the already not-young, King-level strength Guild Master immediately raised both hands and feet in agreement.

As long as the Adventurer's Guild staff agrees, he absolutely wouldn't dare block it on this side.

"Then, since your restaurant has already stepped onto the right track, I should also depart again for the Milis Continent."

Broly worked as a temporary employee at the Death God Restaurant for a week, and after Randolph got the remaining back kitchen personnel sorted out, he said goodbye to Randolph, whose skeletal face had recently gained some smiles.

"This fast?"

Randolph knew Broly was going to the Milis Continent, just didn't expect it this fast.

However, this isn't fast; if he hadn't kept treating him to meals, Broly would've estimated to leave even sooner.

"You wait..."

Randolph called Broly to a stop, turned around and entered the kitchen.

Before long, this person came out again, an extra bag in hand.

"Inside is my specially made Magic Continent-style seasoning; I don't have anything else to give you, so let this serve as a farewell gift. Though it can't fully replicate my culinary skills, it can achieve seven or eight tenths of the taste."

Randolph handed over the bag in his hand; Broly took it and was somewhat speechless, he actually didn't really like eating Magic Continent-style cuisine.

However, within the speechlessness, he also felt a bit moved.

"Not needed; if I want to eat Magic Continent-style cuisine, I'll just come over to your place to eat."

Broly handed the seasoning back; he decided that when he wanted to eat Magic Continent-style cuisine, he'd return to Randolph's Death God Restaurant side to eat.

"If you really want to give me something, that berry drink is pretty good."

In the end, Broly took a basket of berry drinks and left.

Arriving at the East Sea Port coast, confirming the Milis Continent's direction with the sea chart, Broly then directly took flight.

At the harbor, whether it was the porters moving goods, the sailors on the ships, or the passengers boarding, they all widened their eyes, watching him soar into the sky and vanish at extreme speed into the sky horizon.

(Chapter End)