nashuaworldcup Chapter 83 Must Trust Be Complicated?
Chapter 83 Must Trust Be Complicated?
Chapter 83 Must Trust Be Complicated?
Seeing that the person opposite him seemed unaware of the situation, Broly told him about the trouble that had been caused to the Greene Bookstore.
After Broly finished recounting this rather mundane story of bullying, the expression on the face of the 'young marquis' opposite him twitched slightly.
Qasim never imagined that the reason for the attack on the city lord's mansion by such a terrifying powerful figure was simply because the younger brother of one of the real marquis's mistresses was bullying people in the countryside.
"So, you stormed the city lord's mansion to demand justice because your friend was harassed by the younger brother of the woman I cherish?"
"Seeking justice?"
Broly paused for a moment, and the message of denial flashed through his mind.
"No, I'm not seeking justice. Those who dared to cause trouble for my companions were already reduced to ashes by me this morning."
I was just worried that if we didn't nip it in the bud, other guys might come after my companion, so I came to ask if you were one of that guy's accomplices.
What if I said yes?
Qasim probed.
"Yes, then I'll just throw you away too."
Broly's eyes turned solemn, his Saiyan malice was blatant, and his killing intent was completely undisguised.
"Wait, that's not what I meant. I was just hypothesizing, if..."
Clearly sensing that life might hang by a thread in the mind of the person before him, Kasim quickly denied it. He now wanted to slap himself for being too talkative and curious.
"Assuming?"
Broly frowned and pressed, "So, are you going to cause trouble or not?"
"Of course not!"
This is the answer I would give even if the real Marquis were here.
After all, he got into trouble with such a terrifying person just because of the trouble caused by his mistress's younger brother.
No one with a sound mind would take on such a terrible task.
Given the true nature of Marquis Bosier, the other party, upon learning the truth about the attack on his own city lord's mansion, would probably only wish to kill the bastard who dared to provoke him.
"Oh, so you won't cause trouble. That puts my mind at ease."
Just as Qasim was thinking about how to convince the man in front of him that he would never cause trouble for him and his friends,
Broly's words and the sudden easing of the atmosphere left him somewhat stunned. This man had actually believed him so easily.
"Shouldn't you ask me for some kind of guarantee or something?"
This overly simplistic and direct trust prompted Qasim to ask the question.
"What kind of guarantee do you want?" Broly asked, puzzled, but then, as if remembering something, he immediately blurted out, "Wait, are you implying that you're lying to me?"
The child's expression was as unpredictable as the weather in June, and the group of guards who had relaxed tensed up the moment Broly became serious again.
"How could that be? It's just that your trust in 'me' is too easy, which makes me feel a little unreal."
Qasim quickly waved his hand and began to explain.
Should trust between people be complicated?
The atmosphere eased again, and Broly asked, puzzled.
This question stumped Qasim, who had experienced the assassination of his biological father and had also shouldered the responsibility for the rise and fall of his family at a young age.
Knowing full well that his seemingly idealistic father had attracted the attention of those who conspired to kill him, he buried his hatred deep in his heart.
He played the role of an ignorant and naive buffoon, displaying his incompetence in front of his enemies, and even earning his family the derogatory nickname of a sheltered family.
My father was killed because he had the ability to change the status quo, and the reason why I, in my incompetence, was able to prevent those people from exterminating the family was also because my own incompetence made them feel that they couldn't even take revenge on me.
Once, her father, who had placed his hopes and trust in the city lord and the Marquis Bosier, died. Now, she was using lies to prolong her family's survival. Now, as she was taking the blame for the Marquis Bosier, she encountered this boy who was so trusting.
For a moment, Qasim Thrace was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, hesitant to speak, and finally, with a dry mouth, he replied to Broly.
Trust doesn't have to be complicated, but there will always be people in the world who like to deceive others with lies. People who are more likely to trust others are always more likely to suffer losses in such situations...
Even death!
The young nobleman silently added a sentence in his mind.
"But don't worry, I'm telling the truth. I would never cause trouble for your friend."
Kasim has decided to conceal the truth of this conversation. The best option is to prevent the other party's friends from suffering misfortune and from being exposed to the petty-minded Marquis.
As for the rest, all that's needed is to fabricate a lie, saying that the mistress's brother offended the powerful man in front of them, which led to the city lord's mansion being attacked by the enraged man.
Given Marquis Bosier's bullying nature and tendency to cowardice, he would likely choose to settle things peacefully if he couldn't deal with this person.
That mistress will most likely be dealt with, and there's probably no way they'll investigate the death of her brother.
Everything right now will be calmed down by lies mixed with truth.
There's no need to continue the killing now that we've met this powerful figure.
The soldiers behind them don't have to risk their lives here just because of the city lord's orders.
Everyone has a bright future.
"Yes, I believe you." Broly nodded, but added, "Although I have indeed been deceived by some people quite a few times, there have also been people who haven't deceived me, and those people are far more numerous. Therefore, I am still willing to trust others."
"However, if I discover that it's a lie, and that the lie is harming my companions, then I will make the guy who deceived me know what destruction is."
Broly said this very seriously.
"What if it's a lie, but the lie didn't harm you or your companions?"
Qasim asked if his current identity was fake.
"Oh, that? Well, that doesn't matter then."
Broly thought about it carefully, then put his hands behind his head and replied in a nonchalant manner.
"You are truly magnanimous. I wonder what your name is?"
"You can call me Broly."
Broly introduced himself.
"I am Thrace, Qasim Thrace."
"Aren't you the Marquis of Bosier?"
"I am currently the Marquis of Bosier, but I will relinquish this identity later. After that, I would like to become your friend."
Kasim Thrace smiled and revealed the truth about his double, but he genuinely wanted to make friends with the person in front of him.
"To be my friend, you have to give me food."
Broly said very seriously.
"Although the Thracian family has declined, they can still afford to host a feast for their friends. You are welcome to come to my home as a guest."
"Anyone who's willing to give me good food is my friend."
Broly and Qasim shook hands, making a new friend on the spot.
"Well, now that I've asked all my questions, it's time for me to go."
Broly prepared to leave.
"Remember to come to my house afterwards, I'll treat you to a big meal, but come secretly."
Qasim gave a word of advice, then suddenly changed the subject.
"Take care, sir. If you have any problems next time, just remember to come to me for help."
He made a bowing and scraping gesture, but this was for the benefit of a group of people in the distance.
Alright, I'll finish this side quest as soon as possible and then go write the main quest. In the capital, I'll also meet the confused Miss Hill and the tomboy broker Leone. As for Chelsea, the timing is too short, so I can't include her and I'll just have to move on. By the way, I don't think anyone wants Seryu, right?
(End of this chapter)