Chapter 83: Must Trust Be Complicated?

Seeing that the person before him didn't seem to understand the situation, Broly proceeded to tell him about the trouble the Green Family Bookstore had been caused.

After Broly roughly finished recounting this all-too-commonplace story of bullying through influence, the expression of the "Young Marquis" opposite him began to twitch.

Kasim had never imagined that the reason provoking a terrifying powerhouse to attack the City Lord's Mansion was merely because the true Marquis's mistress's biological younger brother had bullied people using his influence in the civilian world.

"So, Your Excellency attacked the City Lord's Mansion to demand justice because your friend was harassed by the biological younger brother of the woman 'I' dote on?"

"Demand justice?"

Broly froze for a moment, and the thought of denial surfaced in his mind.

"No, I wasn't demanding justice. Those bastards who dared come looking for trouble with my companions were already turned to flying ash by me this morning.

I just worried that cutting the grass without removing the roots would lead to other bastards coming to harass my companions later, so I came to ask if you are that bastard's accomplice."

"What if I say yes?"

Kasim probed.

"Yes, then I'll conveniently blow you away too."

Broly's small eyes turned solemn, the Saiyan's malice utterly naked, his killing intent completely undisguised.

"Wait, that's not what I meant. I was just hypothesizing, saying what if..."

Clearly sensing his life might hang on the other's whim, Kasim hurriedly denied it, now truly wanting to slap himself twice, blaming his own big mouth and curiosity.

"Hypothesizing?"

Broly frowned and pressed: "So, will you or won't you come looking for trouble?"

"Of course I won't!"

This answer, presumably even the true Marquis himself would give the same reply.

After all, just over trouble stirred up by a mistress's younger brother, to provoke such a terrifying figure.

Anyone with a normal head on their shoulders wouldn't take on such a rotten mess.

And going by the true Marquis Bosier's nature, once he learned the truth of the City Lord's Mansion being attacked, he'd likely hate that he couldn't kill the bastard who dared provoke the other party.

"Eh, so you won't come looking for trouble? Then I'm relieved."

Just as Kasim was thinking how to persuade the person before him with rhetoric to believe he absolutely wouldn't seek trouble with him or his friends.

A single sentence from Broly, and the sudden easing of the atmosphere, left him somewhat stunned — this person actually believed his words just like that?

"Shouldn't you ask me for some guarantee or something?"

This overly simple, direct trust made Kasim involuntarily ask.

"What guarantee?" Broly was confused, but then thought of something and immediately asked, "Wait, the meaning of your words — you're not saying you're deceiving me, are you?"

The expression on the child's face changed like June weather — shifting in an instant. The guards who had just relaxed tensed up again the moment Broly turned serious once more.

"How could that be? It's just that your trust in 'me' is too simple, making it feel a bit unreal."

Kasim hurriedly waved his hands and explained.

"Must trust between people be complex?"

The atmosphere eased again. Broly asked, confused.

And this question stumped Kasim. He had experienced his biological father suffering a miserable assassination by others, and had borne the responsibility of his family's rise and fall from a young age.

Clearly knowing what kind of people had colluded to trap and kill his idealist father, he buried his hatred deep in his heart.

He played the part of an ignorant, naive clown, displaying his incompetence fully before those enemies, even earning the family the contemptuous nickname of a "greenhouse family."

His father was killed because his talent for changing the status quo made people fearful, while his own incompetence was why those people didn't exterminate the family — they felt even retaliating against him was impossible.

Once, his father who held expectations and trust for the City Lord and that Marquis Bosier died, while now he himself used lies to prolong the family's ignoble survival. Standing in for Marquis Bosier now, he had encountered such a boy who trusted others so easily.

For a moment, Kasim Seles's heart was a mix of a hundred flavors. He hesitated, at a loss for words, and finally, his mouth somewhat dry, replied to Broly with a sentence.

"Trust can be simple, but there are always people in this world who like to deceive others with lies. Those who trust easily always tend to suffer losses in such situations... 【Even death!】"

The young noble silently added a line in his heart.

"However, rest assured, everything I said is true. Your friends — I absolutely will not go looking for trouble with them."

Kasim had already decided to conceal the truth of this conversation. Wanting to keep the other's friends from misfortune, keeping them from being exposed before the petty Marquis — that was the best choice.

As for the rest, he only needed to fabricate a lie: that the mistress's younger brother had offended the powerhouse before him, leading to the City Lord's Mansion being attacked in his rage.

With Marquis Bosier's personality of bullying the weak and fearing the strong, if he couldn't resolve this person, he'd likely choose to smooth things over.

That mistress would most likely be dealt with, and as for pursuing the matter of her younger brother's death — it was estimated they wouldn't do it at all.

The current situation would be calmed under lies mixed with real information.

The powerhouse before him would not need to continue slaughtering.

The soldiers behind him wouldn't have to throw away their lives here because of the City Lord's orders.

Everyone would have a bright future.

"Mm, I believe you." Broly nodded, then added, "Although I've indeed been deceived by some people quite a few times, there are also those who haven't deceived me, and their number is greater. Therefore, I'm still willing to trust others."

"However, once I discover it's a lie, and that lie would harm my companions, I'll let the bastard who deceived me know what it means to be destroyed."

Broly spoke these words very seriously.

"Then what if it's a lie, but the lie doesn't harm you or your companions?"

Kasim asked. His current identity was fake, after all.

"Oh, that? Then it doesn't matter."

Broly thought carefully, then clasped both hands behind his head and replied with a couldn't-care-less attitude.

"You really are magnanimous. Yet I still don't know Your Excellency's name?"

"You can call me Broly."

Broly introduced himself.

"I am Seles, Kasim Seles."

"Aren't you Marquis Bocil?"

"I am Marquis Bocil for now, but afterwards I will set aside this identity, and after setting aside this identity, I want to become your friend."

Kasim Seles spoke the truth of his substitute self with a smile, yet sincerely wanted to make friends with the person before him.

"Being my friend requires giving me food to eat."

Broly spoke with great seriousness.

"Although the Seles Family has fallen, hosting a big meal or two for friends is still manageable; I welcome you to visit my home as a guest."

"Willing to give me good food, that makes you my friend."

Broly and Kasim shook hands, and a new friend was made right there on the spot.

"Then, since my questions are already finished, I should be going."

Broly prepared to leave.

"Remember to come to my home afterwards, I'll treat you to a big meal, but come secretly."

Kasim instructed a sentence, and the topic suddenly shifted.

"Safe travels, Your Excellency; if there are any more questions next time, just remember to come find me to solve them."

He put on an appearance of nodding and bowing, and this was performed for the group of people in the distance to see.

Alright, I'll get through this side plot as soon as possible, then go write the main plot﹏, in the Imperial Capital we'll still encounter the scatterbrained Miss Hill and the tomboy broker Leone, as for Chelsea, she's too young at this time point, can't fit her in so have to skip, oh right, does nobody want Sere? (Chapter End)