Chapter 85: The Absent-Minded Glasses Girl

"Young Master, what do we do next?"

"Most of the aristocrats in the city are dead, and the slave traders have been almost completely wiped out..."

Kasim Seles's complexion kept changing, yet he steeled his resolve.

"It is time to realize Father's ideal and change this city!"

"Ah, Young Master, you intend to free the slaves at a time like this?"

"Plans cannot keep up with changes; I never imagined things would develop like this..."

According to the plan, he should have gained Marquis Bosier's trust bit by bit in the guise of a clown, then slowly carried out the plan to reform the city.

However, a powerful figure suddenly dropped in, and amid the death-seeking behavior of Marquis Bosier and the others, directly sent Marquis Bosier and the rest to the heavens.

Since things have turned out this way, there is nothing more to say — the times make the hero, and I shall go with the flow.

Kasim Seles rallied the army, told Broly of his father's ideal of liberating slaves, and in the process of seeking support obtained the boy's attitude of not minding having his reputation borrowed; he then defined this whole affair of dead aristocrats and slave traders as a premeditated large-scale coup.

That day, the Seles Family mobilized its meager remaining family power, and borrowing the might of Broly, a Saiyan who casually destroys life, used the rallied defeated troops to slash from their horses those remaining city garrison officers who committed atrocities.

After completely seizing control of the city's armed forces, a purge and slave liberation movement was swiftly launched within Borsil City.

The next day, when Broly and the others prepared to leave the city, Kasim Seles — who had only managed to secure the defeated troops thanks to Broly — had already gained the support of the freed slaves.

And as he raided the mansions of those nobles and wealthy gentry who usually sucked the blood of the common people, Kasim distributed the wealth obtained from them to the middle and lower classes in the city, thereby quickly winning the support of this populace as well.

"Broly, my dear friend, I will forever remember your kindness to this city..."

Things went smoother than expected, and Kasim did not forget who was the greatest contributor in all this.

Even though this contributor, Broly, had only acted because of a friend and a bookstore.

But since he was willing to lend his influence, Kasim Seles was still deeply grateful to him.

"In the future, I will erect a statue of you in the largest square of this city; I will not steal credit that does not belong to me. I will write books so that all freed slaves know who their true benefactor is!"

Broly: "..."

For some reason things developed like this; a new friend made just yesterday was moved to tears of gratitude toward him, and when he returned to Green Bookstore saying matters were settled and was warmly entertained by Green's parents, the other party seemed to have done a great many things using his name.

Yesterday evening, this new friend even sent someone to deliver a strange woman's head, saying that from now on absolutely no one would come looking for trouble with Green and his family's bookstore.

This morning when they were about to leave, the other party hurried over to see them off; this new friend's face bore dark circles, looking both very tired and very excited, speaking of some merit about liberating slaves and such, saying things that were somewhat hard to understand.

Still, it seemed like a good thing, so Broly did not mind much; he waved goodbye with the others to the new friend he had not yet treated to a meal, and headed for the Empire's central region.

Without a single detour or stop, when only five days remained before the return deadline, the small party arrived at the Imperial Capital.

"It truly is a prosperous place!"

Upon entering the city, looking at the clean, wide streets and the neat, white domed houses lining both sides, Akame and the others couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The Imperial Capital was undoubtedly the most prosperous of all the cities they had seen on their journey.

"After all, it is the Imperial Capital; resources from the four borders — east, west, south, and north — constantly flow here, so this degree of prosperity is only natural."

Merad did not think much of it.

"And don't just look at the surface prosperity of the Capital; from the fact that even bandits who have taken to the hills exist in the central region, you can tell this place also has people at the bottom who cannot survive."

"I'm hungry; are there any good restaurants around here?"

Broly rubbed his belly and asked.

"Big Brother, wait a moment, I'll ask someone."

Nahashu jumped off the carriage and found a passerby who was clearly a local of the Capital to inquire about local delicacies.

At first that person looked down on the country bumpkins from outside and was unwilling to deal with Nahashu. But after Nahashu expressed willingness to pay an information fee, the man became enthusiastic.

"As for what delicacies the Capital has, I can only say it has everything; delicacies from all four borders can find corresponding shops here in the Capital.

And if you want to eat the most varied delicacies, I recommend Chinatown below the city; that place has diverse foods, varied cooking methods, and reasonable prices.

Spending just a small sum lets you taste sour, sweet, numbing, spicy, fresh, fragrant, stinky, and other delicacies..."

The local spoke at length.

"Wait, why would delicacies include stinky ones?"

Akame interjected.

"Haha, little miss, that's a good question."

The Capital local tilted his head back, adopting an air of a know-it-all, and began to explain.

"The 'stink' I speak of refers to the stink of Stinky Mandarin Fish; that thing smells foul but tastes fragrant, and the stinkier the more fragrant — it also counts as a signature dish of Chinatown.

Of course, not every restaurant can make this dish well; if you want to try it, I recommend you go to Guihua Fang — that's an old-established restaurant..."

Having obtained the food information, Nahashu paid the information fee, then drove the carriage with the others toward Chinatown below the city.

And found the Guihua Fang the local spoke of; because it was not yet the afternoon mealtime, only a sparse three or five tables of customers were dining in the shop.

A smell that seemed stinky yet not stinky drifted into Broly's nostrils, making him furrow his brows, doubting whether this place really had anything delicious.

The shopkeeper calculating accounts with an abacus behind the counter, seeing a group of young customers surge in through the door, called toward the back hall: "Hill, customers have arrived, come out and receive them quickly."

"Sorry, Store Manager, right away."

A glasses-wearing girl rushed out in a fluster, but when crossing the threshold she accidentally tripped on it and fell straight to the ground.

"My glasses, my glasses..."

Severely nearsighted, she could see nothing without her glasses; bleeding from the nose, she climbed up from the ground and groped everywhere on the floor with her hands.

Seeing this scene, the Guihua Fang shopkeeper raised a hand to slap his forehead: "I must have been blind to hire a scatterbrain like you as a waitress."

"Sorry, Store Manager, I'll go attend to the customers right now."

After a while, the scatterbrained girl finally found her glasses.

"Don't mess things up for me."

"I won't."

She was bleeding from the nose, wearing glasses with an extra crack, and still looked like someone you couldn't quite trust.

"Hope so."

The Guihua Fang boss waved his hand helplessly and let her get to work; the newly arrived customers were just a group of kids, so they should be comparatively easy to serve.

The boss, sitting back down, watched the lovely back of the cheongsam-clad girl, wondering whether to assign this muddlehead who had nothing going for her besides her figure and face to the front door as a tool person to attract customers.

But soon this boss shook his head; Guihua Fang is a proper time-honored restaurant, not a place for drinking flower wine — what would it look like to put a pretty girl at the front door to solicit customers?

"Forget it, give it some more probation time; if she really doesn't work out, just fire her."

Miss Xier, just turned sixteen this year and a bit scatterbrained, still didn't know about her job crisis.

She came before the group of little customers and asked in a gentle voice, "May I ask, customers, do you need anything?"

Broly looked at the glasses-wearing girl before him, then at the Crystal Palace's prompt, his gaze lingering on the cheongsam girl's face with its trace of nosebleed, and stated his request.

"I want a friend who can be my wife; can you satisfy my request?"

(Chapter End)