Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Culinary Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 437 The Passionate Noble Lady, Sigma Saiyan!

Chapter 437 The Passionate Noble Lady, Sigma Saiyan!

The skeletal-looking man went back into the kitchen and started tinkering, and a strange smell soon wafted out from there.

Broly sniffed the air, finding it hard to tell whether it was a pleasant fragrance or a pungent stench.

Ten minutes later, the skeletal man brought out a plate of what looked like stew, along with a piece of unidentified roasted meat.

The stew smelled a bit sour, while the meat looked colorful. Broly took a sip of the soup, and his little face scrunched up in disgust.

Next came the meat. He cut off a small piece, skewered it, and put it in his mouth to chew. A strong aroma of spices mixed with a fishy, ​​pungent smell that the spices couldn't mask, piercing his nostrils.

Would you like any more dishes?

Seeing Broly's constant snorting, Randolph felt there was no hope left, and asked only out of politeness.

"Keep going, I want to see what else is coming."

The dining experience wasn't great, but Broly got a bit tipsy.

You say it's delicious, but he can't taste it.

You say it tastes bad, but he can still accept it.

This is a very subtle taste experience.

Later, the bizarre dishes served included stir-fried burrowing worms and grilled venomous scorpions.

According to Chef Randolph Marian, in order to maintain the unique flavor of these two dishes, he deliberately preserved some glands in the ingredients.

"The burrowing worm will give you the authentic earthy aroma (earthy taste) of the Demon Continent. The charcoal-grilled venomous scorpion—I deliberately left some of its paralyzing toxin, but don't worry, this little bit won't poison you; it will only make your tongue feel a little numb..."

"Boss, your dishes are very unique."

"Many people say that."

Have you considered changing careers?

"Not at the moment. I can't let down any potential diners who come here and have high expectations for my cooking."

Broly wanted to say something more, but decided against it.

Just because he doesn't like something doesn't mean others don't like it either.

After all, the receptionist at the Adventurers' Guild had recommended this restaurant to him.

"Check, how much?"

"One Wanglong gold coin and two Wanglong silver coins."

"Are you running a shady business?"

Broly looked at Randolph with some suspicion.

"This is sea dragon meat, and this dish uses many precious spices unique to the Demon Continent. These spices are transported from the Demon Continent, and the price per kilogram is very high. In addition, I used the freshest live burrowing worms, which cost even more to transport..."

The skeletal man explained the cost of ingredients for each dish, and Broly, who initially thought the restaurant was a rip-off, suddenly found it acceptable after this detailed explanation. He paid the bill, as he wasn't short of money.

"You are the first customer to pay so generously."

Randolph was somewhat moved after accepting the money.

"Paying for food is a matter of course, but with your restaurant's dishes being so expensive, do people actually come to eat here?"

Broly glanced at the empty restaurant despite it being lunchtime and couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, but those customers don't eat anything that fancy; their average spending is only one or two silver coins..."

After Randolph's explanation, Broly realized that the signature dish he ordered was a high-end item that ordinary customers would almost never order.

[The Seed of Injustice]

This strange term popped into the Saiyan boy's mind.

"I am so touched. I never expected that there would be someone like you in the Kingdom of Wanglong who would be willing to taste my signature dishes."

Broly looked at the skeletal man, who was covering his mouth and lost in a state of emotion. What else could he say?

"Welcome to visit us again!"

After receiving an extra bottle of beverage, supposedly made from fermented berries unique to the Demon Continent, Broly left the Death God Restaurant.

After taking a sip of the drink in the horn-shaped cup, Broly could only say that this thing seemed to be the most delicious thing in the Death Restaurant.

"Forget it, let's go to another restaurant and eat something else."

Broly, who was still hungry, turned around and went to a normal restaurant not far away to continue eating. Perhaps because of the contrast, he ate the next meal with extra relish.

Even though the culinary standards of this world are generally lower than those of the modern urban world, it still gave him the same feeling of gratification he had when he first tasted normal food in the past.

Tarakia, as the capital of the Dragon King Kingdom, is very large. It would take the Adventurers' Guild three attempts to complete his request to meet someone.

This meant he would need to stay in one place for three days. Broly looked at the 34 days that had been spent in the stay (2), but he was not in a hurry.

That evening, in Broly, he found a receptionist who looked like a normal human and asked her about restaurants suitable for locals. While heading to another restaurant for dinner, the young man whose sword he had won that morning, along with the leader of the Water Saint assassins, came looking for him again.

"You two, are you here to cause trouble?"

Broly isn't afraid of trouble.

"No, no, no, we are here on behalf of our Highness to extend an invitation to Lord Broly."

The leader of the Water Saint Assassins quickly placed a gold-embossed invitation in front of Broly.

"Who is your prince? What brings you here?"

Broly was somewhat puzzled.

"Our Highness is Lady Martina, the third queen of the Kingdom of Wanglong. Lord Broly, your skills are extraordinary, and our Highness has been filled with admiration since learning of this."

Broly understood. This was yet another person who coveted his martial prowess. Whether it was last time or this time, there had been no shortage of people trying to recruit him along the way.

However, some were adventurer teams, some were merchant groups traveling around, and this was the second time that the invitation had come from the noble class.

"I'm sorry, I may not be able to accept your invitation."

Broly tossed the invitation back into his hand.

"Then we'll take our leave now."

The two people opposite each other exchanged a glance and chose to leave first, taking the invitation.

"It doesn't taste like much~"

The food in my mouth wasn't bad, but for some reason, it didn't evoke the same feeling as having a normal meal at lunchtime.

The following day, the invitation of twenty copper coins led Broly to meet many people in a large square.

But as before, among the group of people eagerly waiting to receive their money, none of them were the ones he was looking for.

At noon, Broly, who was planning to have lunch, found himself walking in front of the Death Restaurant.

It's strange. He doesn't think the food at this odd restaurant is good, but he wants to eat here before going to eat anything else.

"There's nothing strange about that. Perhaps you and I share a similar hometown. I'm from the Demon Continent. When I first came out of there, I thought the food outside was delicious, but as time went by, I missed the taste of my hometown more and more..."

When Randolph heard the guests who came yesterday ask him if he had put something strange in the food, he chuckled and denied it, and suggested a possibility.

This time, Broly didn't order the signature dish, but instead ordered the "Magic Continent Set Meal," which is rarely ordered by ordinary customers who come here to dine.

While eating, he wondered if what the other person said made sense, and began to doubt whether what he really wanted to eat was the Wanpa Spider from the past Wanpa Star.

But when Broly thought about the bitter taste of the Vampire Spider in the past, he suddenly felt that the food at the Death Restaurant could actually be considered delicious.

But when you turn back to eat regular food outside, it tastes like the most delicious food ever.

That evening, the two people from yesterday came again: "Our lord is very sincere. If Lady Broly is willing to meet our lord, she is willing to hold a banquet for you. At that time, many noble ladies from the capital will be invited."

The third queen of the Dragon Kingdom is quite interesting. She seems to know how to please him. After Broly rejected her invitation yesterday, she quickly sent her subordinates to extend a more sincere invitation.

"I can accept the invitation to meet with the princess behind you, but it may not be as the princess wishes."

Broly explained beforehand that the leader of the Water Saint Assassins was very pleased and handed over the invitation.

"Lord Broly, there is one more thing."

"What?"

"I want to redeem my sword."

Sean Cloda took out a large money bag and placed it on the table.

"These are one hundred and twenty Wanglong gold coins."

"I left your sword at the dwarf blacksmith's shop on Duer Street in the South City for consignment. You can go there and buy it back."

On his third day in Tarakia, Broly's wallet was bulging again.

However, today was still a disappointing day.

The new people who came to meet him brought him no value other than costing him dozens of Wanglong gold coins.

"Randolph, I am very sincere."

"Sorry, your sincerity is of no use to me."

"How long are you going to keep this strange shop, which hardly has any customers, going to persist?"

"This is a shop passed down from my ancestors, and of course I will keep it until I die."

Just as a somewhat fierce-looking long-eared man was about to say something, Broly walked in.

"I will come again."

Seeing that Randolph had customers, Chagall didn't want to disturb their business, so he left after saying that.

"What's going on, boss?"

"Nothing much, just a rude guy trying to recruit me into the army."

Randolph shrugged.

"Sir, would you like yesterday's set meal, or the signature dish from the day before yesterday?"

"Let's have our signature dish."

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Broly found a seat near the window and casually remarked, "Being courted is really a rather annoying thing."

"Have you had a similar experience, guest?"

Randolph asked a question, and Broly began to recount how he had encountered various people trying to recruit him along the way.

"Being able to be won over by so many people is proof that you are a very capable person."

"But I have my own things to do, and their attempts to win me over are just annoying."

"I understand."

Randolph, who was serving the dishes, showed an expression of deep sympathy.

"I want to be a chef and run my family's restaurant well, but there are always people who think I'm wasting my life and want to persuade me to do something more meaningful."

"Um, I wanted to ask, is this restaurant currently profitable?"

"I'm in debt, owing about 1 Wanglong gold coin every month. Of course, I made a profit this month."

Broly fell silent for a while before saying, "Boss Randolph, I think sometimes, listening to other people's opinions is also very important."

"Sir, do you also think I'm not suited to be a chef, or to run a restaurant?"

Randolph stared intently at him, giving Broly the feeling of being targeted by an undead.

"I don't know if you're suited to be a chef, but you're definitely not suited to running a restaurant."

Why?

"You haven't considered the local tastes, which is why your restaurant doesn't have many customers."

"Indeed, but this is my restaurant, and I only know how to cook dishes in the style of the Demon Continent."

"You could hire some other chefs to prepare dishes that suit local tastes."

Broly offered his advice.

"That way, I can eat different kinds of food at your store."

Randolph fell into thought for a while before thanking Broly.

"Your suggestion is very valuable, and I will listen carefully. But may I ask your name?"

"Broly".

"Mr. Broly, if your suggestion improves the business of this restaurant, I will change its name to 'Broly and Death Restaurant' to express my gratitude."

Randolph said solemnly.

"That won't be necessary."

Broly didn't really want his name to be on the sign of this strange restaurant.

"No, please allow me to express my gratitude."

"Then treat me to a meal?"

Broly offered other ways to express his gratitude.

"Then this meal will be on the house."

Randolph thought for a moment and then said.

"Well, you haven't even tried my method to see if it works."

Broly offered a reminder.

"Whether it works or not, I appreciate your suggestions for my restaurant."

"I ordered their signature dish. Are you sure you want to waive this meal for me? If you do, will your restaurant still be profitable this month?"

"Rest assured, I'm used to losing money."

Randolph bowed slightly.

"Before inheriting this restaurant, I had a decent-paying job and had some savings."

He meant that he could afford to lose money.

"If you need help that won't take much time, you can contact me; I can help."

Before leaving the restaurant, Broly made the remarks.

"Um……"

Randolph thought for a moment and then said, "If possible, I would like to invite Mr. Broly to be the examiner for the new chefs I recruit at my restaurant. My personal taste may not be quite what most people would like."

"Ah?!" Broly was a little surprised, not expecting this kind of favor, but readily agreed: "No problem, I'll definitely help your restaurant choose the best chef!"

. . . .

On the fourth day, the Adventurers' Guild settled the meeting requests, and Broly went to the Royal Palace of the Dragon Kingdom that evening to keep his appointment.

Before heading to the palace, upon learning that he lacked formal attire, the Water Saint Assassin leader, Fred Vongola, took him to a clothing store to select suitable clothing for the banquet.

Wearing the formal robes worn by noble children at banquets in the Kingdom of Wanglong, Broly was led into the palace to meet the Third Queen, Martina.

She was a beautiful young woman, and her light blue hair, which was similar in color to Aqua's, gave Broly a fairly good initial impression of her.

Princess Martina introduced Broly's identity to the noble ladies attending the banquet. After learning that he was the "Lord of the King" who had been the subject of much discussion among the bards of the Dragon Kingdom, the noble ladies from the capital city became quite enthusiastic.

Once the banquet began, the group surrounded Broly, asking him why he had issued the commission to meet people, and about the veracity of the stories told by some bards about searching for lost lovers.

"I post these requests to meet people in order to find my destined partner. The bard's stories are all lies. If I really knew who I was looking for, I would have found them long ago."

Broly answered the group's questions seriously, but his methodical answers did not quell the noble ladies' boundless curiosity.

In addition, before the banquet began, some people had investigated his situation and learned that he was at least a King-level expert. As a result, many families wanted to befriend him.

As for how to cultivate a good relationship, having the women from the Third Princess's family who attend the banquet develop intimate, perhaps even physical, relationships with her might be a good option.

"Lord Broly, couldn't our destined partner be someone else?"

A noble lady asked.

"cannot."

Why?

"Because I'm not familiar with you."

"Then we can get to know each other tonight."

Broly: "..."

"That Lord Broly doesn't seem to be very good at dealing with overly enthusiastic noble ladies..."

When Sean Croda saw Broly surrounded by a group of noble ladies, unsure of how to deal with them, he made a joke.

But not long after, he saw Broly leap over the crowd, take some food from the banquet table, and jump directly onto the roof of the palace.

"What a rude fellow..."

Upon seeing this, someone whispered something.

For Broly, a banquet without a target for romance is just a meal.

As for the chattering, overly enthusiastic noble ladies, they were just a bunch of strangers.

I'll just politely answer their questions, that's the most I can do.

Unexpectedly, there were even women inside who wanted him to sleep with them tonight. What kind of people are they? Don't they know they're worthy?

However, the food at the banquet was quite good. Maybe we could poach two royal chefs and bring them back to Boss Randolph?

(End of this chapter)