Chapter 57

After performing several matches at the Martial Arts Tournament, Broly's team won a lot of money, but upon learning that Big Brother would be leaving in a little over a month, the hearts of the group of children were still filled with reluctance and sadness.

Material money could not quell this reluctance and sadness; if forced to choose between money and Big Brother, probably no one would choose money, but the Crystal Palace did not give these children, nor did it give Broly, the opportunity to choose.

Amidst this somewhat sad atmosphere, Broly's team, now increased to seventeen people, once again set out on the journey to send the children who wanted to go home back home.

But halfway through the journey, Broly's team encountered a down-on-their-luck duo: a wealthy young lady and a little maid. It was said that while visiting relatives in a big city, their party was attacked by bandits and they were stranded in the wilderness; they happened to run into Broly's group and sought help from them.

"Thank you so much; if we hadn't met you, we really wouldn't have known what to do."

The young lady said tearfully, looking at Broly with eyes full of tears.

"My name is Merad; I wonder what this young man is called?"

The assassin lady, already in a changed disguise, asked Broly.

"My name is Broly."

Broly answered this question honestly.

"That really is a good name; then, Young Man Broly, could you help us?"

Red Eyes, Black Eyes, and Main frowned as they watched the stranded young lady leaning close to Broly, fawning over him quite a bit.

She clearly looked older than the boy, yet kept calling him "Young Man" one after another; listening to it gave people goosebumps.

"Alright, we've already taken you in, so we definitely will help you; don't lean over to our Big Brother anymore, disturbing our Big Brother."

Main stepped forward, separating Merad's entanglement with Broly; Red Eyes and Black Eyes also stepped forward, pulling Broly away, one on the left and one on the right. They instinctively didn't want Broly to have too much contact with this young lady who was a bit too fawning.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb; I just wanted to express my gratitude to Young Man Broly."

Merad said it in a somewhat affected, saccharine manner, putting on a weak posture, looking pitiful, which actually left Red Eyes and the other two at a loss.

They instinctively felt something was wrong, but couldn't say what the problem was; instead, they felt as if they were bullying a person in distress, and couldn't help feeling guilty.

【Heh, I, a top-tier assassin heir who has undergone professional training, still can't handle you brats.

However, their quality looks really high; they're all little beauties. As long as I get Broly, they'll all be mine too...】

Thinking like this, Merad's weak gaze carefully glanced at Broly. She had been played by him at the Martial Arts Tournament; this time she would play him back. She would make this boy worship at the feet of her beauty.

"I've received your thanks; no need to mind it too much. People should help each other."

In the absence of any conflict, Broly was still very happy to help others, because when helping others, he could also feel some happiness.

Especially seeing others' happy smiling faces, he seemed to be infected as well, feeling a burst of satisfaction in his heart.

"Alright, you three cheer up too; she's thanking us, don't look so sad."

Broly gathered Main and the other two to one side, then took out some Exploding Juice Gummies he had bought before leaving Daxi City, stuffing one into each of their mouths.

Then, he started distributing candy to the other little companions; even the newly taken-in Merad and Cassandra were casually given some candy by him.

Esdeath looked at the gummy in her hand, then looked over at the stranded young lady who was trying to strike up a conversation with Broly as he handed out candy but to no avail. A hard-to-detect gloomy look appeared on the other's face. Esdeath smiled, then put the gummy in her mouth and chewed.

Not to mention, besides the Red Heart Fruit flavor gummies, the other flavors tasted pretty good too; Esdeath personally liked the Grape Flavor.

And if there was anything more interesting than just eating Grape Flavor gummies alone, it was undoubtedly watching others unable to eat Grape Flavor gummies and feeling gloomy, while she herself ate Grape Flavor gummies.

"Damn it, I've thrown so many flirtatious glances, can that guy really not see them?"

During the evening camp, Merad and Cassandra were assigned a small tent; the girl complained in a low voice inside the tent.

"Miss Merad, is there a possibility that a boy too young in age simply won't be susceptible to the temptation of your beauty?"

Cassandra finished laying out the sleeping pads and gave a reminder.

"Eh, is that so?"

Merad was stunned. She had previously been uninterested in males; her understanding of males, aside from physiological corpse dissection and actual assassination, came only from Barbara's teachings and some special books.

"After all, little kids can hardly pitch a tent." "That's not right; that book I read last time about driving a big truck, didn't it pitch a tent?"

"Miss, manga is manga, reality is reality."

"It seems the actual situation differs from the descriptions in books; Barbara was right, practice brings true knowledge. Only by continuously killing people like training assassination arts do we know how to kill a person more simply."

Merad said with some emotion, then asked the little maid: "Cassandra, then do you know how to capture a boy?"

Cassandra: "..."

How would she know? She's only twelve years old now; the master she serves daily is still Merad, and Merad was a super lesbian before this, believing only girls could give girls happiness and joy.

Things are already like this, yet you still ask her how to understand methods to capture males, let alone the target to be captured being a boy even younger than them.

Who knows what illness Miss has come down with; first she was defeated by him on the ring, and because she wet her pants she said she wanted revenge.

As a result, after watching him fight a serious match with another girl, her legs went weak and she said she had a very strong feeling, like it was love.

Good grief, just wetting her pants twice and she fell straight into the river of love; this love is fallen into too inexplicably.

Cassandra privately believes this is merely the suspension bridge effect that made her super lesbian Miss produce the illusion of love.

But Merad simply wouldn't listen; she just felt Broly was strong. Clearly able to strangle her neck, he only choked her unconscious, letting her wet her pants — this matter, to her, was the embodiment of love.

Goddamn embodiment of love. But Cassandra had no way to persuade the obsessive Merad, so she could only follow her Miss, acting out the role of the maid beside the stranded young lady, accompanying Merad in her nonsense.

"Miss, you know me. Ever since I was adopted by Alberg (Assassin Guild) and came to your side as a maid, I've never had much contact with males. The reason is you don't like males. And now you come asking me how to capture a boy — do you think I can tell you 【I know】?"

"Okay, it's my fault; I shouldn't have made things difficult for you."

Merad hurriedly apologized.

"But Cassandra, you love reading books normally; is there really not a single method provided in them?"

Merad used to be extremely rejecting of males, but ever since she watched Esdeath and Broly's match, witnessing the boy's grand, ring-destroying performance, imagining if he had used that ring-destroying strength on her at the time, thinking of what a shattered state she would be trampled into by that powerful force, she felt an uncontrollable excitement.

Of course, at first she didn't link this feeling to love, until for two nights she dreamed she was on that ring being trampled and having her neck strangled by the boy, startled awake by what she didn't know was a sweet dream or a nightmare, noticing the dampness in her bedding, she finally felt something was off.

And when she tried to have Cassandra replicate the ring scene and rear naked choke her, but her mind was filled with the boy, Merad finally confirmed she must be in love.

After all, this perfectly matches the symptoms of love: thinking of a person day and night, even dreaming of them in sleep.

"Methods, hmm, a book once said, to catch a man you must catch his stomach; does that count as a method?"

Cassandra thought for a moment, then offered this simple, unadorned, super-effective method for gluttons.

"That's right, it's this one."

Merad got excited.

"Miss, I advise you not to get too excited. When that boy saw you today, he didn't even recognize you."

Cassandra hurriedly poured cold water on it; only by not expecting will there be no disappointment.

"Not recognizing is very normal; after all, when competing, I was always wearing a disguise."

Merad waved her hand.

"But you didn't wipe off your beauty mark. If he truly cared about you, looking at your appearance he should have been able to associate you with your fake identity, the competitor Mermaid. But after we interacted with him today, he completely treated you with the attitude of treating a stranger."

Cassandra spoke to this point and reminded again: "Miss, you are Alberg's most talented assassin throughout history. Please don't let so-called romantic love blind your eyes. That thing to you should just be a seasoning agent that seasons life."

"I understand everything you said, but at least let me taste the flavor first, right?"

Cassandra looked at her own Miss with some despair, only feeling that the knowledge in the assassin instruction books truly did not deceive her with sincerity.

Emotions like falling in love can truly lower a person's IQ. No wonder some assassins who use seduction as their main assassination method can be mentioned in the same breath as some hard-power martial-faction assassins within the Organization.

"We need to change the plan a bit. The assassination target is still Broly, but we will conduct the assassination step by step. First, we'll assassinate his stomach, and understand what he likes to eat!"

(Chapter End)