Chapter 74: Dismissal Without Compensation

"I have elderly parents above and young children below; my whole family relies on me alone to support them. If I die, they'll all starve. Please, have mercy."

"Same here, sirs. Please show some mercy."

Merad and Esdeath's words were rather terrifying; hearing them, these burly enforcers immediately begged for mercy in fright.

"Wah, wah, wah..."

Even the ringleader burly man who had been turned into a curled-up wreck on the ground struggled to make some sound, tears nearly streaming down; he didn't want to be killed, and even more didn't want to be taken outside the city and fed to Danger Beasts.

"Hah, who could be fooled by the words you thugs spout?"

"Huh? So they were lying?"

"Ah?!"

Nahashu looked over in surprise and discovered there were still people in the group who believed them.

For example, Broly-san and Akame and the others, who didn't much like using their brains.

"Bro, this is probably just their excuse to beg for mercy."

Nahashu had no choice but to explain.

"Oh, they're making excuses."

Broly and Akame and the others suddenly realized.

"It's not like that, sir. My family really does have a daughter to raise."

"Me too, sir. My family really does have an elderly mother to care for."

"Sob, sob..."

The thugs on the ground hurriedly shouted, terrified that if they spoke too slowly, this group of terrifying kids would finish them off.

"That's what they're saying."

Akame looked at Nahashu; Nahashu said nothing more. The handling of this group would be left to Broly-san to decide.

"Green, what do you think? If you want to finish off these guys who once brought misfortune on you, I'll help you finish them off."

Green light lit up at Broly's fingertips. There might be some telling the truth among these people, but he actually didn't care all that much.

The priority of an External Wife companion is higher; if Green thinks they should be finished off, then he'll help finish off these guys.

As for the method of finishing them off, Broly decided to provide each person with Energy Bullet Human Vaporization Service, guaranteed to leave no trace besides flying ash.

Green was rather conflicted. These people were hateful, nearly causing misfortune for him and his parents. And if they hadn't begged for mercy and said those things, Green definitely wouldn't have hesitated and would have chosen to finish them off.

But these people begged for mercy, and within their pleas were those with elderly parents to care for, and those with children to raise.

If he just finished them off like this, wouldn't that make more children orphans and more elderly left with no one to depend on?

"Beat them up good, so these people never come looking for trouble with my parents and my family's bookstore again. That's enough."

Green ultimately chose not to finish off the people on the ground.

Broly respected his opinion and withdrew the Qi from his fingertips.

A group of kids dragged the guys on the ground back up and beat them up good once more.

"From now on, don't ever come looking for trouble with Green and this bookstore again. Understand?"

After the beating, Broly and the others warned them.

"Y-yes, we understand!"

The thugs, thoroughly beaten into pig heads, replied fearfully, barely supporting each other as they fled Cabrera Bookstore.

Green's parents, upon learning from their son's mouth the remarkable story that had happened to him, were deeply grateful to Broly and the others and insisted on hosting them. However, Broly and the kids had already eaten before coming over, so they didn't continue to accept Green's parents' invitation.

Only, unable to refuse their earnest hospitality, each child took some books from Green's family bookstore as recompense.

Akame took a Barbecue Encyclopedia, Kurome a Dessert Making Encyclopedia. Main seemed interested in firearms and took a Mechanical Basics Introduction textbook.

Esdeath took nothing; she had no subjective intention of seeing Green home to begin with. Merad and his servant were the same, also choosing not to take books.

Broly, on the other hand, asked if there were any books on raising a wife's Happiness Value, and was then recommended a specialized Female Psychology Research Book by Fran Cabrera.

The book was good, very thick, but there was a key problem: most people in the group were illiterate, and this included Broly himself.

Broly and the others only discovered this point after taking the books back to the Inn. And unlike others' cooking encyclopedias which still had illustrated introductions,

Broly's psychology book was completely a big notebook of incomprehensible text, based on the Knowledge Osmotic Pressure Information surfacing in his mind.

That night, Broly used the big notebook as a pillow.

Not to mention, a hard book propped under the neck was just right.

This sleep, he slept extremely comfortably, dreaming a beautiful dream of his Happiness Value skyrocketing.

Telawei was miserable. He sent a group of subordinates out to do dirty work, but those guys came back in a sorry state, reporting the mission had failed.

And the cause of failure wasn't that the Cabrera couple had any preparations, but merely a group of little brats not even up to their waists.

They were defeated by a group of kids and fled back like stray dogs.

"Lord Telawei, you don't know. Those kids we faced were like monsters. Even that kid I once easily stuffed into a sack and carried off, after reappearing, was completely transformed and could knock me down too. He's a totally different person..."

"Enough. I don't want to hear you explain your own incompetence. Go pack your luggage. You incompetent lot are fired. Tomorrow I don't want to see any of you in the Manor!"

"Mr. Telawei, you can't just abandon us like this. We've bled for you, sold our lives for you, and this time we were beaten to this state."

Someone spoke up.

"Hah, when you had value, I naturally paid wages to hire you. But now you can't even beat a bunch of little kids. What else do you have to say?"

The tall thin man sneered, drawing the handgun at his waist.

"If anyone doesn't want to leave, I don't mind treating them to a bullet and letting them leave their life here."

Facing the pitch-black muzzles, the bruised and battered few could only choose to slink away.

"That damn Telawei, what the hell is he?"

"If it weren't for a good-looking older sister cozying up to the Marquis, what difference would there be between that guy and us?"

"No way, I can't swallow this insult."

"What are you planning to do? Don't go looking for death. No matter how you put it, that guy Telawei is someone who can rely on his own sister to get a word in with the Marquis."

"I know, but Telawei won't give up on that bookstore. He'll definitely go looking for trouble with that bookstore again.

Although I can't do anything to Telawei, I can go tip off the Cabreras, let the two of them tear into each other."

"Good idea!"

"Damn it, daring to make us pack up and leave, one way or another I have to manufacture some trouble for him."

While a group of fired hoodlums were resentfully preparing to go find some trouble for the former boss who fired them, Telawei also sought out his sister all night.

(Chapter End)