Chapter 82

With the enemy this terrifying, making him go up for questioning — wouldn't that be sending him into the tiger's mouth to die?

Marquis Bosier's complexion was gloomy, but the aristocrats and slave traders who had previously rushed over to curry favor with him were all looking at him with strange gazes.

Marquis Bosier had a feeling that even if he refused here, he would most likely be sent up there by this group with everyone's expectations.

After all, the strength of the assassins who raided the City Lord's Mansion was plain for all to see, and both of his original guards had already bitten the dust.

The only one he could rely on now, Martial Bureau Chief Aino, was also the one who had actively proposed letting him step forward to converse with the assassins.

This guy was also unreliable; he might even be thinking of dividing up his assets with the others after sending him to his death.

Sweat began to bead on Marquis Bosier's forehead; if he didn't quickly come up with a suitable reason to refuse these people's request for him to go forward and talk with the assassins, these fellows who used to act like lapdogs might really push him up there, and he would truly be done for.

A flash of inspiration struck in the nick of time, and Marquis Bosier hurriedly said: "Hey, you bunch of stupid fools, you've all been bluffed by the assassins!"

"Eh?"

The crowd, who were just about to make a move and push the lord to his death, froze at these words, then looked at Marquis Bosier with half-belief, half-doubt.

"My Lord Marquis, what do you mean by this?"

Someone asked.

"If the assassins are truly as powerful as they appear, then why did they destroy our cannons?

And why didn't they dare charge straight into our army formation to take our heads amidst a thousand troops?"

Marquis Bosier pointed out two key points, and upon hearing them, everyone actually found it very reasonable.

"Isn't it possible that the assassins aren't really assassins, but people who genuinely came to ask Lord Marquis questions?"

Someone suddenly said this, and everyone looked toward the young aristocrat who had spoken.

Upon seeing who it was, many people revealed looks of contempt.

"I wondered who it was — turns out it's little Sires. Ah, what kind of naive father, what kind of naive son."

Someone sneered.

Once in this Slave City, someone had proposed freeing the slaves within the city, believing that the human trafficking business violated human ethics and was of no benefit to a city.

On the contrary, if the slaves could be freed, let them enter factories, give them wages to work and create value, that could also make this city even greater.

Naturally, the person who spoke such words contrary to the world's ways died; his son inherited the baron title, but had never been liked by Marquis Bosier.

Others also tacitly ostracized this family that had once spoken strange words, and mockingly called them the greenhouse family.

This was no compliment; rather, they believed this family's members had something wrong with their brains, to actually want to free slaves.

"My Lord Marquis, could this not be an impossible thing?"

Seeing Marquis Bosier also dismiss it, the young aristocrat immediately argued back.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. The assassins didn't charge in for only one reason: they also fear our power."

Marquis Bosier waved his hand, directly settling the matter, but looking at the still stubborn young master of the Sires family, he suddenly had an idea.

"However, since you're willing to believe the assassins aren't assassins, how about you disguise yourself as me and go converse with that assassin?"

"But I'm not you."

"Doesn't matter, that assassin doesn't know who I am."

"Or perhaps, young master Sires, you're just talking with your mouth, but don't actually believe it, just like your father who was all talk back then?"

Someone else said.

"I won't allow you to insult my father!"

"Then, are you willing to take Lord Marquis's place and go converse with that assassin?"

"I'll go!"

"Young Master..."

The old butler beside the young aristocrat panicked a little, wanting to say something, but was scolded by Marquis Bosier.

"The master is speaking, how dare a servant like you interrupt?"

"My Lord Marquis, please forgive my butler, he's only concerned for me." "If you yourself don't hold it against him, then I won't go over your head to punish him either.

How about it, do you want to prove to the others that you're not a frivolous person?"

"I will prove it, My Lord Marquis. I am willing to take your place and go converse with that person."

Seeing Kasim Seles willing to act as his body double, Marquis Bosier was very satisfied.

Although the Sires family's thinking was a bit too upright, their loyalty was still very high.

"Young Master, we'll follow you over too. If that assassin wants to do anything unfavorable to you, we can cover your retreat."

Only a few armed guards, but these people were all willing to protect their own young master; the former Baron Sires had shown them the kindness of freeing them from slavery.

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

Marquis Bosier also made a blank-check promise.

However, after the other party left heading toward the front lines, Marquis Bosier asked the Martial Bureau Chief: "Are there any more cannons carried by the army?"

"There are a few spare ones, but deployment will take some time."

"Good, go deploy them now. If that assassin really comes out to talk, once the cannons are deployed, aim at him and fire a sneak attack directly."

The Martial Bureau Chief was no longer surprised by his own lord's bottom line in conduct, acknowledged the order, and went to instruct his subordinates to deploy the new cannons.

Although he had witnessed the scene of Broly not taking bullet attacks seriously, Marquis Bosier still had confidence in his own side's power.

After all, there is a qualitative difference between the power of cannons and bullets; in the wild there are Danger Beasts that can block bullets with thick skin and tough flesh, but those that can block cannons are basically only Super Danger Beasts.

And even Super Danger Beasts, if hit head-on by a cannon, would be injured, even killed.

Obviously, the scene just now of Broly catching a cannon shell with his hand took place inside the City Lord's Mansion.

This Marquis outside hadn't seen it; otherwise he wouldn't be so confident.

"My Lord Marquis is brilliant!"

Hearing Marquis Bosier's words, a group of bootlicking aristocrats and slave traders hurriedly sang his praises, as if the ones who had just wanted to force him to go talk to the assassins weren't them.

Seeing this, Marquis Bosier wore a smile on his face, but in his heart he coldly snorted, deciding that afterwards he would definitely clean up this bunch of fence-sitters.

The army on the street had already stopped its attack, and Broly also no longer continued throwing things at them, sitting at the breach in the pockmarked wall on the third floor of the City Lord's Mansion, quietly waiting for the dark mass of people below — who looked somewhat fearful of him — to make their choice.

Not long after, a small detachment emerged from the channel the army had yielded, and protected in the middle of the detachment was a young noble dressed not very luxuriously; this person stopped at a position still ten-odd meters from the City Lord's Mansion gate.

Tilting his head up, his voice somewhat nervous, he shouted at Broly sitting at the edge of the breach on the third floor: "I am Marquis Bosier; if Your Excellency has any questions you want to ask me, feel free to ask — as long as it's something I know, I will definitely tell you everything."

His heel kicked the wall surface, and at the moment the wall face shattered, Broly directly smashed down into the middle of the detachment below.

The speed was too fast; no one reacted in time, and by the time they reacted, the guards around Seles all had stress reactions.

Those gripping swords gripped swords, those drawing guns drew guns.

"Don't move, all of you don't move, don't be nervous, we're only here to talk."

Kasim Seles hurriedly raised his hand and shouted, stopping the further actions of those around him.

"Finally someone sensible has come."

At this, Broly was very pleased.

"If Your Excellency has any questions, please go ahead and ask."

"Since you're sensible, I'll ask directly then — hmm, you won't come looking for trouble with Green and his family's bookstore, will you?"

Broly asked directly.

And the moment this question came out, the face of the young "Marquis" opposite stiffened somewhat.

"Your Excellency, may I ask, who is Green?"

After a moment of silence, Kasim Seles asked.

(Chapter End)