noveltune Chapter 72 The Bookstore That Was Targeted
Chapter 72 The Bookstore That Was Targeted
Chapter 72 The Bookstore That Was Targeted
Despite the oppressive rule of the city lord of Bosil, who imposed exorbitant taxes, Bosil remains one of the most prosperous cities in the western region.
Its prosperity was built on a demographic dividend, and it was the largest human trade market in the Western Regions, openly acknowledging the legality of the slave trade.
"They charge over a hundred Imperial Coins per person just to enter the city without any goods. It's practically robbery."
Nahashu complained, saying that he had only ever seen such a high entrance fee when he was in the border city.
"Fortunately, we met many kind people who gave us money on the way here."
Broly didn't care much about the money. On their way to the city, they had encountered several slave trading caravans.
Upon seeing so many high-quality children on their side who could be enslaved, the slave traders unanimously chose to act as good people.
In just three days, seven slave caravans of varying sizes attacked them, and nearly two hundred people perished in the wilderness as a result.
"After we find an inn to stay in, we need to wash the carriage; it's covered in dried blood."
Losang also complained a bit, and it was precisely this dried blood that prevented the slave caravans that saw them later from getting close.
This is only to be expected. You can smell the blood emanating from this seemingly sheep-like but actually ferocious tiger team from a mile away. Anyone who dares to come over is either stupid or overconfident.
Clearly, those people behind were neither foolish nor confident, highlighting the caution required when traveling abroad.
"I wonder if those who left will encounter slave groups again and be captured and enslaved once more."
Mine was somewhat worried about the situation of some of the slaves rescued from the transport wagons after the slave trade caravan was defeated.
"If you keep gathering people and sending them home like this, how are we supposed to get to the capital?"
At that time, Merard used his position as the boss to strongly object, and the group of freed slaves were not taken away as before.
Instead, they were given some food and money, and the vehicles in the slave trade were divided up before the group went their separate ways.
"Why bother with that? Those people are lucky to have been rescued once. If they get caught again, they can only blame their bad luck."
Merad didn't care about that; she just wanted Broly to finish his other business as soon as possible and then come home with her.
But before that, we need to find a hotel to take a shower.
Over three days, numerous attackers attacked, and even though Merard made few moves, he still smelled of blood.
"Green, should we go to your place first, or should we go to a hotel to rest for a bit?"
Broly asked the boy wearing glasses.
"Brother Broly, I'm not in a hurry. I can rest for a bit first."
The closer Green got to Bosier, the more frightened he became, fearing that his parents had indeed sold him back then.
As Lausanne once said, some truths are better left unknown than known, especially when the truth is truly disappointing.
Seeing his reaction, no one said anything. The group had already arrived in Bosier City, and they couldn't just stop before finding out the truth and then pass by their own homes without going in. Now it was simply a matter of giving Green time to prepare himself mentally.
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"Mr. Cabrera, Mrs. Cabrera, I wonder if you two agree to sell the bookstore? Mr. Travis is very sincere, offering a price that is 20% higher than the market price. You can open another bookstore in a different location."
In a used bookstore, a snobbish man carrying a briefcase said this to a young couple inside.
"You want to buy our family's bookstore? Fine, I can agree to that."
Upon hearing this, the wealthy man's face lit up with joy, only to hear the young man opposite him say, "But I have one condition, and that is to return our son."
"Mr. Cabrera, I have said this many times: Mr. Travis is a respectable businessman. He would not kidnap your son in order to acquire your bookstore."
"That's our condition: find our son, and we'll sell the bookstore to you. Otherwise, we don't accept purely monetary transactions, whether you offer 20% above the market price or double it."
The young man's attitude was firm, indicating that there was no room for negotiation.
"Mr. Cabrera, I must remind you that Mr. Travis is not a good-tempered man, and he has been very patient with you and your wife."
"And then what? Should I thank him? Thank him for forcing me to sell my bookstore? Thank him for having my son kidnapped?"
"I reiterate, Mr. Travis did not have your son kidnapped."
"I don't care about that. My son's disappearance happened after you offered to buy my family's bookstore, which I refused. I don't know who the real culprit is, so I can only consider you the culprits."
Bringing my son back safe and sound is a prerequisite for you to buy my bookstore. Without this prerequisite, there's no point in discussing anything further.
Furthermore, if your boss wants to resort to underhanded tactics, then so be it. My father was once the clerk of an old marquis; I still have some connections.
After saying this, the young man kicked the snobbish man out of the bookstore.
. . . .
"So, did you manage to secure the bookstore deal?"
"No, Mr. Travis, that family insists that they will only consider transferring the bookstore to us if we bring their son back."
"Damn it, one child is gone, so what? Can't they just have another one?"
Travis was cursing and swearing when he heard his men and the hostesses laughing and joking nearby, which made him even angrier.
He walked over and kicked the henchman who was touching the woman's thigh, knocking him to the ground.
"You still have the nerve to mess around with women here? If you hadn't botched things up and let some unknown guy steal the kidnapped child, I would have taken over that bookstore three months ago!"
Faced with the boss's roar, the man who was kicked to the ground did not dare to refute. Three months ago, he was the one who went to the bookstore and kidnapped the family's child by putting a sack over his head.
But when I needed to pee, I went to relieve myself, and in that short time, the burlap sack I had placed against the wall was stolen by some bastard.
"Mr. Travis, shall we go and help find the child?"
The shrewd man asked cautiously.
"How am I supposed to find him? This is a slave capital! A child is lost, where am I supposed to look?"
"Should I ask Ms. Tvina for help?"
"Ha, you're asking my sister for this trivial thing? Have you lost your mind?"
"Yes, yes, I must have lost my mind, Mr. Natra, are we going to give up on that bookstore?"
"Give up? Why give up? The slave market is about to expand, and the land where that bookstore is located is about to appreciate in value. Why should I give up?"
"But the Cabrera family's attitude is very firm..."
"Take some men with you tonight and have them put their fingerprints on the transfer agreement."
"But that family has some connections..."
"What connections? Don't you understand that people forget you when they're gone? Besides, can't we just make sure they can't find anyone and shut up forever? Force them to sign their names, then set fire to the bookstore and burn them all down..."
. . . .
"By the way, Green, what does your family do again?"
Inside the hotel, Losang asked after taking a shower.
"Bookstore, what's wrong?"
Green answered while he was getting dressed.
(End of this chapter)