novelhk Chapter 57 The Arrival of the Assassin Master and Servant
Chapter 57 The Arrival of the Assassin Master and Servant
Chapter 57 The Arrival of the Assassin Master and Servant
After performing several matches at the martial arts tournament, Broly's team won a lot of money, but when they learned that their eldest brother would be leaving in a little over a month, the children were still filled with reluctance and sadness.
Material money cannot quell this reluctance and sadness. If given a choice between money and his older brother, probably no one would choose money. But Crystal Palace did not give these children, nor Broly, the opportunity to choose.
Amidst this somewhat somber atmosphere, Broly's team, now expanded to seventeen, once again embarked on a journey to send children who longed to return home.
But halfway through their journey, Broly's party encountered a pair of stranded people, a wealthy young lady and a maid. They said that while visiting relatives in a big city, their party was attacked by bandits and they were stranded in the wilderness. They happened to meet Broly and asked for their help.
"Thank you so much. We really don't know what we would have done if we hadn't met you."
The young lady, sobbing, looked at Broly with teary eyes.
"My name is Mellad. What's this young man's name?"
The assassin, now in a different outfit, asked Broly a question.
"My name is Broly."
Broly answered the question honestly.
"That's a really good name. So, Broly, can you help us?"
Akame, Kurome, and Mine frowned as they watched the fallen heiresses crowding around Broly, some of them fawning over him.
He looks much older than the boy, but he keeps calling him "little brother," which gives me goosebumps.
"Alright, we've already taken you in, so we'll definitely help you. Don't go near our big brother and bother him anymore."
Mine stepped forward and separated Mellar from Broly's entanglement. Akame and Kurome also stepped forward and pulled Broly away from the left and right. They instinctively didn't want Broly to have too much contact with this overly attentive young lady.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I just wanted to express my gratitude to Broly."
Melard spoke in a somewhat teasing tone, revealing a weak and pitiful demeanor, which left Akame and the other two completely bewildered.
They instinctively sensed something was wrong, but couldn't pinpoint what it was. Instead, they felt as if they were bullying someone in distress, and couldn't help but feel guilty.
"Ha, I, a top-tier assassin successor who has undergone professional training, am not capable of handling you bunch of little brats."
However, they look to be of really high quality, all little beauties. Once I get Broly, they'll all be mine...
As Merad thought this, her gentle gaze cautiously drifted toward Broly. She had been outmaneuvered by him at the martial arts tournament, and she was determined to get her revenge this time. She wanted to make this boy fall head over heels for her beauty.
"I have received your thanks, but there's no need to worry about it. People should help each other."
Broly is quite helpful even when there is no conflict, because he feels some joy when helping others.
Especially when he sees the happy smiles of others, he feels a sense of satisfaction, as if he can be infected by them.
"Alright, you three, cheer up. She's thanking us, so don't look so sad."
Broly pulled Mine and the other two aside, then took out some bursting gummies he had bought before leaving Great Western City, and popped one into each of their mouths.
Then he started handing out candy to the other kids, even Merad and Casandora, who had just been taken in, and he casually gave them some candy as well.
Esdeath glanced at the gummy candy in her hand, then at the down-on-her-luck heiress who had tried to strike up a conversation with Broly, who was handing out candy, but to no avail. She noticed a hint of frustration on Broly's face. Esdeath smiled, then put the gummy candy in her mouth and began to chew.
To be honest, besides the red jujube flavored gummies, the other flavors are also quite good. Esdeath personally likes the grape flavor.
And if there's anything more fun than eating grape-flavored gummies, it's undoubtedly watching others feel down because they can't get grape-flavored gummies, while you're enjoying them yourself.
. . . . .
"Damn it, I threw him so many flirtatious glances, didn't he see them?"
When they went camping that night, Merad and Casandora were assigned a small tent, and the girl began to complain quietly inside.
"Miss Melard, is it possible that boys who are too young would not be tempted by your beauty?"
Casandora helped lay out the sleeping mat and then gave a reminder.
"Oh, is that so?"
Merad was taken aback. She had never been interested in men before. Her knowledge of men, apart from physiological dissections and actual assassinations, came only from Barbara's teachings and some special books.
"After all, even standing a flagpole is difficult for a child."
"That's not right. The book I read about driving a big truck last time, didn't it stand up?"
"Miss, comics are comics, and reality is reality."
"It seems that the actual situation is different from the description in the book. Barbara is right. Practice makes perfect. Only by constantly killing others, like honing assassination skills, can we learn how to kill someone more easily."
Melard sighed and asked the young maid, "Casandora, do you know how to win over a boy?"
Casandora: "..."
How would she know this? She's only twelve years old, and her master is still Melard. Before this, Melard was a super lesbian who believed that only girls could give girls happiness and joy.
Given all this, how could she possibly learn how to win over men, let alone be the target of her advances, especially a boy younger than them?
I don't know what's wrong with the young lady. First, she was defeated by her opponent in the ring, and then, because she wet her pants, she said she wanted to take revenge on her opponent.
After watching the other person play a serious match with another girl, he felt weak in the knees and said that he had strong feelings, as if he was in love.
Goodness, he fell in love after only getting his pants wet twice. This falling in love is rather inexplicable.
Casandora privately believes that this is just the suspension bridge effect that caused her super lesbian friend to have the illusion of being in love.
But Merad wouldn't listen. He thought Broly was powerful, and that the fact that he could have strangled him but only made him faint and wet his pants was a manifestation of love.
God's love is a manifestation of love, but Casandora has no way to persuade the paranoid Merard, so she can only follow her mistress, play the role of a maidservant to a fallen heiress, and fool around with Merard.
"Miss, you know me. Ever since I was adopted by the Olberg (the Assassin's Guild) and became your maid, I've never had much contact with men. The reason is that you don't like men. And now you're asking me how to win over a boy? Do you think I'd tell you 'I know'?"
"Okay, it's my fault. I shouldn't have made things difficult for you."
Melard quickly apologized.
"But Casandora, you love reading so much, don't you have any solutions in there?"
Merard used to be very averse to men, but after watching Esdeath's match against Broly and witnessing the boy's powerful and unrestrained performance in dismantling the ring, she felt an uncontrollable excitement when she imagined how she would be crushed into pieces if the boy had used the same force to dismantle the ring.
Of course, she didn't associate this feeling with love at first. It wasn't until she dreamed for two nights that she was being ravaged and strangled by a boy on that ring, and was awakened by what she couldn't tell was a good dream or a nightmare, and noticed that the bedding was damp, that she realized something was wrong.
After trying to get Casandora to recreate a scene from the ring and choke him, but all she could think about was the boy, Merad finally realized she should be in a relationship.
After all, this perfectly describes the symptoms of being in love: longing for someone day and night, even dreaming about them.
"A way? Hmm, there's a book that says the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Does that count as a way?"
After thinking for a moment, Casandora came up with this simple and unpretentious method to win over foodies.
"That's right, this is it."
Melard became excited.
"Miss, I advise you not to get too agitated. When that boy saw you today, he didn't even recognize you."
Casandora quickly poured cold water on the idea, saying that only by not having expectations could one avoid disappointment.
"It's normal that you can't recognize me, since I always disguise myself when I participate in competitions."
Merad waved his hand.
"But you didn't remove your beauty mark. If he really cared about you, he should have been able to connect your appearance to your fake identity, contestant Meimei. But after we met him today, he treated you like a complete stranger."
Casandora then reminded her again, "Miss, you are the most talented assassin in Olberg's history. Please don't let so-called love blind you. That should just be a seasoning for your life."
"I understand what you're saying, but at least let me taste it first, right?"
Casandora looked at her young mistress with a sense of despair, feeling that the knowledge in the assassin's guidebook was indeed true.
Emotions like romantic love can indeed lower a person's IQ. No wonder some assassins who use seduction as their primary method of assassination can be compared to some of the more physically powerful assassins within an organization.
"We need to change our plan. The target is still Broly, but we'll do it gradually. First, we'll target his stomach and find out what he likes to eat!"
(End of this chapter)