thefictionvixens Chapter 438 Death God's Special Appointment, Farewell Gift!
Chapter 438 Death God's Special Appointment, Farewell Gift!
Chapter 438 Death God's Special Appointment, Farewell Gift!
"Lord Broly, why are you on the roof?"
The window was quickly opened, and Princess Martina, dressed in a formal gown, immediately began to inquire.
"The guys down there are so annoying."
Broly told the truth that the plate that had been brought to him already contained some chicken bones.
"That proves you're very popular with those girls."
A strong and good-looking halfling boy would indeed be a popular bed partner for many, according to the aesthetic standards of the noble class in the Wanglong Kingdom.
"I don't need their welcome. I've already met the person, and she's not the one I'm looking for. I'll go back after dinner. Princess Martina, if you have something to say, you'd better just say it directly."
Broly offered a reminder.
Upon hearing this, Princess Martina was taken aback, her expression turning solemn. She stepped aside from the window and said, "Alright, but please come in and we can discuss this further."
Broly entered the palace and was led to a room. Princess Martina sat down opposite him and invited Broly to sit down opposite her as well.
"My husband, including myself, had six wives in total, but now only four remain. The fourth and fifth princesses passed away due to various accidents after their pregnancies were confirmed. Your Excellency Broly, can you understand what happened?"
"Was he killed by the other princesses?"
"Um."
"Doesn't your husband, the king of the Dragon King Kingdom, care?"
"He's a fickle man. He's currently infatuated with the Sixth Princess, and as for the other princesses he's lost interest in, he won't care much as long as they don't embarrass him, unless they have a powerful family backing them, like the First and Second Princesses."
"Okay, but what does that have to do with me?"
"This has nothing to do with you, but it does to me. I am pregnant, but I am very worried that something might happen to me one day and cause my baby to die."
Therefore, I need a sufficient bodyguard, Lord Broly. I wish to employ you as my personal guard, to stay by my side and protect me until I give birth to my child. As for the compensation, I will satisfy you.
"Don't you already have guards with you?"
Broly asked, puzzled. Although he didn't think the Sword King and the Water Saint were that strong, they were still quite good experts in this world.
"Are you talking about Sean and Fred? They are indeed very strong, but as men, they can't protect me at all times."
Princess Martina offered an explanation.
"I am also a man."
Broly reminded him.
"But you...excuse my rudeness, you look like a child."
If, before meeting Broly, Princess Martina was merely listening to her confidante and trying to win over an Emperor-level powerhouse...
So, after actually seeing what Broly looked like, the Third Princess's desire to keep him by her side as a bodyguard grew stronger.
Having a youthful appearance has its advantages; at least when entering places like the royal palace or the harem, a childlike appearance makes it less likely to upset the heartless husband.
"My body is already 13 years old."
Broly frowned.
Does the lifespan of a halfling translate to 13 human years?
Princess Martina thought to herself, and said, "You are exactly the best bodyguard I have been looking for."
"Sorry, I have no interest in being someone else's bodyguard."
"The compensation is negotiable; I can offer you 15 King Dragon Gold Coins per month."
"I'm looking for my soulmate, and I won't stay in one place for long."
Princess Martina wanted to say something more, but seeing the Saiyan boy's unmoved expression, she sighed and said, "Alright then, Lord Broly, I apologize for bothering you."
"Thank you for your hospitality tonight. If Princess Martina has any short-term employment assignments, I am willing to help you complete them as long as the price is right."
"No, thank you."
Princess Martina breathed a sigh of relief. Although she hadn't managed to gain a halfling bodyguard who wasn't closely connected to the noble circles of the Dragon King Kingdom, she had at least won the favor of the Emperor-level powerhouse before her.
Princess Martina.
"Lord Broly, is there anything else?"
"Could you introduce me to the chef who made this roast chicken?"
Broly pointed to the plate of chicken bones next to him and asked.
"Uh, that's no problem, but what would you like to do?"
"I have a friend I just met who owns a restaurant and is hiring a chef. I thought the roast chicken tasted pretty good, so I wanted to ask the roast chicken chef if he would be willing to work at my friend's restaurant."
Princess Martina understood, but then reminded her, "The royal chefs in the Kingdom of Wanglong are paid well and have a high status. If your friend wants to poach a royal chef, he may need to offer a higher price."
"He's not short of money, he should be able to afford it."
Broly thought about Randolph's calm demeanor as he treated everyone to a meal at a loss, and figured there shouldn't be any problems.
The court chef was quickly brought over. He was a middle-aged man, and he was naturally unwilling when he heard that someone wanted to poach him to work as a chef in an outside restaurant.
"Your Highness Martina, I have two sons and a daughter to support. Please don't make me lose this precious job."
The middle-aged chef could not refuse outright, so he could only kneel down and beg the princess to have mercy.
"Here's what we'll do. I'll hold onto your position as a court chef for now. Go check out Lord Broly's friend's restaurant. If the pay there is appealing, then you can decide whether to switch jobs."
Princess Martina wanted to curry favor with Broly, but she didn't want to make things difficult for the servants, so she spoke to the court chef named Warren Lake.
"Thank you, Your Highness Martina..."
Knowing that this might be the best outcome, the court chef quickly expressed his gratitude.
Broly told the other person the location of the Death Restaurant, agreed to take them there for a job interview the next day, and then said goodbye and left.
. . . . .
"What's wrong?"
Warren Lake returned home, and his wife noticed his melancholy and asked him what was wrong.
"It seems that my roast chicken skills have caught the eye of a big shot."
The middle-aged chef said.
"Isn't this a good thing?"
His wife was somewhat puzzled.
"That lord wants me to resign from my position as a court chef and go work as a chef in a restaurant outside."
The man explained to his wife what had happened in the palace that evening.
"Princess Martina is such a kind person. She's willing to keep your position as a court chef. What do you have to be afraid of?"
"I'm afraid those important figures are just talking, and when I leave, I won't be able to get back to the palace kitchen."
"If you can't go back, you can't go back. You only earn two silver and twenty copper coins a month. Our family is struggling to make ends meet. It's better for you to go out and work on your own."
"What do you know? If I hadn't been a cook in the palace, would our son have been able to follow those young masters from noble families to a swordsman's academy as a servant?"
The man's voice was a little too loud, waking his infant daughter. The child started crying, and the woman quickly patted her daughter's chest to soothe her, while whispering to her husband in a conciliatory tone, "I was just saying..."
Hearing his wife soften her words, the man also softened his tone: "However, you're right, the children are growing up and asking for more money. If I could get a higher-paying job, that would be a good thing."
. . . .
"This is the restaurant you might work at."
The next day, Warren arrived at the agreed location, but after being led to the entrance of a restaurant by the little Broly, he was stunned.
The restaurant, decorated with all sorts of ferocious animal bones, looked intimidating, and seeing the skeletal owner inside only made him more terrified.
No matter how good the treatment he receives at a restaurant like that, he's unlikely to stay!
"Broly, and who is this?"
Randolph glanced at the middle-aged man, whose fear was clearly visible, and then asked the Saiyan boy in front of him.
Broly then recounted how he went to the Royal Palace of the Dragon King yesterday to attend a banquet hosted by the Third Queen Martina, where he ate delicious roast chicken and asked the Queen for the chef who made it.
"However, you'll have to offer Mr. Warren a salary that satisfies him before you can get him to switch jobs and come to your restaurant."
Randolph nodded, then stepped forward and said, "Mr. Warren..."
"Yes, I'm here. What can I do for you?"
"I wonder what your monthly salary is as a court chef in the palace?"
"Two, uh, no, four silver coins."
Warren Lake didn't want to work in this creepy restaurant, so he simply overstated his salary as a court chef.
"I see. Then I'll give you eight silver coins a month. Would you be willing to stay here and work for me?"
Randolph, unaware of the specific market rates, did not doubt the other party's words and instead questioned the fact that the other party had doubled the reported monthly salary.
"Boss, please allow me to address you that way!"
The fear in his heart had somehow vanished, and Warren Lake looked at Randolph with eager eyes.
At this moment, Randolph's skeletal appearance appeared so radiant in this man's eyes.
After all, this job pays eight silver coins a month. What is a court chef?
Why don't you try his roast chicken?
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Broly asked curiously.
"I'm willing to believe you, but since you've said that, let's try his cooking."
Randolph nodded, then looked at Warren and said, "You can use any of the ingredients in the kitchen. If you need more or anything is missing, just let me know, and we'll have your cooking for lunch."
"Yes, boss, um, besides roast chicken, my specialty is grilled fish..."
Warren Lake is full of enthusiasm for getting this high-paying chef job.
Broly was kept behind, and Randolph, the owner of the Death Restaurant, invited him to lunch.
"How is it, boss, Lord Broly?"
At lunchtime, Warren served his signature dish.
"Very good."
Broly nodded in agreement.
"Although I prefer a stronger flavor, your grilled fish is indeed delicious."
Randolph nodded.
Not only them, but also many passersby who smelled the fragrance.
Some were already peering out of the windows, trying to see what was happening inside the Death Restaurant.
"Would you like to try our delicious braised fish and roast chicken, prepared by a royal chef?"
Broly extended an invitation to the passersby peering through the window.
"How much?"
The invited passerby was a little reserved, but because of the aroma, he still asked a question.
"How will you price it?"
Broly asked Randolph.
"Pricing that is 30% higher than the cost of ingredients."
Randolph immediately replied that this was the pricing rule that the Marian family had passed down through generations at their restaurant.
Neither the chickens nor the fish are rare breeds. Although chicken is not cheap as meat, fish is relatively inexpensive here because it is close to the harbor.
After learning that they could eat a grilled fish that smelled amazing for only 26 copper coins, the Death God Restaurant suddenly saw a surge of normal customers.
The fish cost 5 copper coins, the spices cost 15 copper coins, but the finished dish only sold for 26 copper coins. Warren Lake wanted to say that his skills also required payment, but looking at the skeleton boss who had already made his decision, he ultimately didn't have the courage to remind him that the price was too low.
"We don't have enough chicken and fish in stock."
As more customers flooded into the restaurant, Warren, an experienced chef, immediately pointed out the shortcomings.
"I'll go buy it right now."
"The restaurant looks like it's about to be revived," Randolph said confidently, and charged out.
"There are too many furnaces to take care of; I can't manage them all by myself."
Warren, busy in the kitchen, was unaware that his boss had already left, and called out from inside the kitchen.
"Is there anything I can help with?"
Broly went in and asked.
"Hey, Lord Broly, how can you do such servant work?"
Warren was startled and said...
"Randolph treated me to another meal, so it's only natural that I do some work at his restaurant."
"Well, then please flip the fish in the pot over when one side is fried to a golden brown."
That day, Broly, unusually, didn't go looking for a target to pursue, but instead became a temporary fish-frying chef in the kitchen of the Grim Reaper Restaurant.
At the end of the day, I wasn't tired, but my face was covered in oily fumes, and my nose felt like it was filled with the smell of fried fish.
"Boss Randolph, our restaurant might need some young waiters and some strong enough kitchen helpers."
The fish and chicken we bought were able to be cleaned in time thanks to Randolph's excellent knife skills. However, handling the ingredients, taking orders from customers, and collecting payments were not tasks that could be accomplished by just three people.
"I understand. I will recruit the remaining employees as soon as possible."
Randolph nodded.
"By the way, could we poach the receptionist from the Adventurers' Guild to work as a waitress?"
Broly remembered the adventurer's guild receptionist with three fleshy mounds on her chest who had recommended this restaurant to him.
The following day, thanks to Randolph's high-salary recruitment, Death's Restaurant gained some skilled waitresses who were good at serving customers.
To be honest, if someone else were poaching members from the Adventurers' Guild like this, the leader of the Adventurers' Guild in Tarakia would definitely have objections.
But if it were Death, the fifth-ranked of the seven great powers, who personally came to his house late at night and discussed the matter of employee transfers with him at his bedside, the guild leader, who was already quite old and had the strength of a king, immediately agreed with both hands and feet.
As long as the Adventurers' Guild staff agree, he would absolutely not dare to block them.
"Well then, now that your restaurant is on track, it's time for me to set off for the continent of Milis again."
Broly worked as a temporary employee at the Death's Restaurant for a week. After Randolph settled things with the rest of the kitchen staff, he said goodbye to Randolph, whose skeletal face had recently shown some smiles.
"So fast?"
Randolph knew Broly was going to the continent of Milis, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon.
However, it was too soon; if he hadn't been constantly treating people to meals, Broly would probably have left much earlier.
"Wait a minute..."
Randolph called out to Broly and turned to go into the kitchen.
A short while later, the man reappeared, this time carrying a bag.
"This contains my specially made magical continent-style seasoning. I don't have much to give you, so consider this a farewell gift. Although it can't completely replicate my cooking skills, it will still taste about 70-80% of the same."
Randolph handed over the bag, and Broly took it, somewhat speechless. He didn't actually like the food from the Demon Continent that much.
However, amidst the silence, he was also somewhat moved.
"No need, if I want to eat food from the Demon Continent, I can just come over here."
Broly handed the seasonings back, deciding that he would come back to Randolph's Death Restaurant whenever he wanted to eat food with a Demon Continent flavor.
"If you really want to get me something, that berry drink would be great."
In the end, Broly left with a basket of berry drinks.
Upon arriving at the coast of East Harbor, Broly confirmed the direction of the Milis Continent using a nautical chart and then took off.
At the harbor, everyone—from the laborers unloading cargo to the sailors on the ship and the passengers—stared wide-eyed as he soared into the sky and disappeared rapidly into the horizon.
(End of this chapter)