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Chapter 85 The Confused Glasses-Wearing Girl
Chapter 85 The Confused Glasses-Wearing Girl
"Young Master, what should we do next?"
"Most of the city's powerful and wealthy are dead, and the slave traders have been almost completely wiped out..."
Qasim Thrace's expression changed repeatedly, but he had made up his mind.
"It's time to fulfill my father's dream and change this city!"
"Ah, young master, you're going to liberate the slaves at this time?"
"Plans are no match for changes, and I never expected things to turn out this way..."
According to the plan, he was supposed to gradually gain the trust of the Marquis of Bosier by playing the role of a clown, and then slowly implement the plan to transform the city.
However, the sudden arrival of this powerful figure, amidst the suicidal actions of Marquis Bosier and his companions, actually sent them to their deaths.
Since things have unfolded this way, there's not much more to say. Times create heroes, and I will simply go with the flow.
Qasim Thrace rallied his army and told Broly about his father's ideal of liberating slaves. In the process of gaining support, he learned that the boy was not too concerned about having his reputation used, and thus characterized the death of a bunch of nobles and slave traders as a premeditated large-scale coup.
On that day, the Thracian family mobilized its remaining forces, taking advantage of Broly's Saiyan-like power to destroy life at will, and used the defeated troops they had gathered to cut down the remaining corrupt military officers of the city garrison.
After gaining complete control of the city's armed forces, a purge and slave emancipation movement quickly unfolded in Bosir.
The following day, as Broly and his men prepared to leave the city, Broly, having just successfully taken control of the defeated army, had already gained the support of the freed slaves.
As Qasim confiscated the mansions of some nobles and gentry who leeched off the people, he distributed the wealth to the city's lower and middle classes, quickly gaining their support.
"Broly, my dear friend, I will always remember your kindness to this city..."
Things went too smoothly, and Qasim didn't forget who the biggest contributor was.
Although Broly's actions were solely due to a friend and a bookstore.
However, Qasim Thrace was still grateful to the other party for being willing to lend him their support.
"In the future, I will erect a statue of you in the largest square in this city. I will not steal credit that is not mine. I will write a book so that all freed slaves will know who their true benefactor is!"
Broly: "..."
I don't know why things turned out this way. The new friend I just made yesterday was extremely grateful to me. When I went back to Green Bookstore to say that everything was settled and Green's parents gave me a warm welcome, it seemed that the other person had done a lot of things using my name.
Yesterday evening, this new friend even sent over a strange woman's head, saying that no one would ever bother Green and his family's bookstore again.
This morning I was leaving, and the other party rushed over to see me off. This new friend had dark circles under his eyes and looked very tired but also very excited. He talked about his achievements in liberating slaves and so on, which was a bit hard to understand.
However, since it seemed to be a good thing, Broly didn't care much. He waved goodbye to his new friend, who hadn't yet treated him to a meal, and headed to the central region of the Empire.
. . . .
Without turning or stopping, the small team arrived at the imperial capital with only five days left before their return.
"What a bustling place!"
Upon entering the city, looking at the clean and wide streets and the neat, white-domed houses lining both sides of the street, Akame and the others couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
The capital city was undoubtedly the most prosperous of all the cities they had seen along their journey.
"After all, it is the capital of the empire. Resources from all four directions are always flowing to this place, so it is normal for it to be this prosperous."
Melard, however, didn't seem to care.
"And don't be fooled by the apparent prosperity of the capital. You can tell from the fact that there are bandits in the central region who have also turned to banditry that there are people in the lower classes who can't make a living here."
"I'm hungry. Are there any good restaurants around here?"
Broly touched his stomach and asked.
"Brother, wait a minute, let me ask someone."
Nahashu jumped out of the car and asked a passerby who was obviously a local from the capital for information about local delicacies.
The man initially looked down on the outsider and was unwilling to talk to Nahashu.
But after Nahashu expressed his willingness to pay for the information, the man became enthusiastic.
"As for what kind of food is available in the capital, I can only say that it has everything. You can find corresponding shops for all kinds of food from all over the country in the capital."
If you want to try the most diverse and varied cuisine, I recommend Chinatown in the city center. The food there is diverse, prepared in different ways, and reasonably priced.
For just a small amount of money, you can enjoy delicious food in all flavors, including sour, sweet, spicy, savory, and pungent...
The locals chatted freely.
"Wait, why can some delicious food smell bad?"
Akame interrupted with a question.
"Haha, little girl, that's a good question."
The local from Beijing looked up, adopting a knowing, teacher-like demeanor, and began to explain.
"The stench I'm referring to here is the stench of stinky mandarin fish. It smells bad, but tastes delicious, and the stinkier it is, the more delicious it is. It can be considered 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, it's a long-established restaurant...
Having obtained the information about the food, Nahash paid the information fee and then drove the others to Chinatown below the city.
They found the Osmanthus Shop that the locals had mentioned, but since it wasn't lunchtime yet, there were only a few tables of customers dining there.
A smell that was neither quite foul nor quite foul wafted into Broly's nostrils, making him frown and wonder if there was really anything good to eat here.
The shop owner, who was behind the counter calculating accounts with his abacus, saw another group of young customers rushing in through the door and called out to the back room, "Hill, we have customers! Come out and greet them!"
"I'm sorry, manager, right away."
A girl with glasses rushed out, but she tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground.
"My glasses, my glasses..."
With severe myopia, she couldn't see anything without her glasses. With a nosebleed, she got up from the ground and reached out to grope around on the ground.
Upon seeing this, the owner of Guihuafang slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "I must have been blind to hire such a scatterbrain as a waiter!"
"I'm sorry, manager, I'll go serve the customer right away."
After a while, the dazed girl finally found her glasses.
"Don't mess this up."
No, it won't.
She had a nosebleed, wore glasses with an extra crack, and still looked somewhat untrustworthy.
"I hope so."
The owner of Guihuafang waved helplessly and told her to go and do her work. The new customers were just a group of children, so they should be easy to serve.
The boss, who had sat down again, looked at the beautiful back of the girl in the cheongsam and wondered if he should assign this clueless girl, who was only good at her figure and face but otherwise useless, to the door as a tool to attract customers.
But soon, the owner shook his head. Guihuafang is a proper old-established restaurant, not a place for drinking and carousing. What's the point of having a pretty girl standing in front of the door to solicit customers?
"Fine, let's give it a trial period. If it really doesn't work out, we'll fire the person."
Miss Seele, who just turned sixteen this year, is a bit absent-minded and unaware of her career crisis.
She approached a group of young customers and asked in a gentle voice, "Excuse me, gentlemen, is there anything you need?"
Broly glanced at the bespectacled girl in front of him, then at the Crystal Palace's prompts, his gaze lingering on the cheongsam-clad girl's face, which was stained with a bit of nosebleed, before stating his request.
"I need a friend who can be my wife. Can you meet my needs?"
(End of this chapter)