The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

But to Ember, who was outside the thorny "hairy egg," all of this sounded like utter nonsense. He scratched his head awkwardly. Executor? That's it?

"Hmph!" The young master inside the cage grunted. The aura he had just unleashed bounced back after hitting the thorny walls.

The cage was egg-shaped, and the shockwave rippled through it. Even the young master, who was known for his powerful aura, couldn't withstand it.

The young master raised his hand, and in his hand he held a deep purple double-headed sword adorned with a few starlight.

In the past, this sharp blade could cut through anything it encountered. But now, the young master had some doubts.

Because he began to have a bad feeling, one that he had never had before.

"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for?" Yu Jin urged, seeing the young master deep in thought.

This guy can actually transform? This is something Yu Jin didn't expect. It seems that even women can do it. Could it be that transformation is a standard feature for executives?

But then Yu Jin recalled the details of the young master and lady's transformations. He shook his head. Their transformations were taking way too long. Weren't they afraid of being interrupted?

Hearing Ember's impatient voice, the young master unconsciously tightened his grip on his weapon. This seemed to be the first time he had been looked down upon by someone.

"Hoo—you just wait!" The young master, in his Demon King Armor state, took a deep breath. The power flowing through his body was so great that even his body could hardly support it.

This is the benefit that [Demon King Armament] brought him, but it is also the source of its side effects.

Each time the Demon King Armor was used, the young master felt a tearing pain throughout his body. However, compared to the power brought by the Demon King Armor, this pain was undoubtedly worthwhile.

"Let me see just how tough this piece of wood really is!"

The single eye on the Demon King's mask emitted a dazzling purple light, and lightning and streams began to flow along the blade of the double-headed sword.

Then the young master gripped the double-edged sword with both hands and swung it down with all his might. The blade was as fast as a blur, leaving a large trail of purple and blue shadows.

"Duang~~"

A loud and persistent buzzing sound echoed from the cage of thorns of refusal, indicating that the young master had indeed exerted all his strength.

Inside the cage, the young master trembled as he raised his arm, staring blankly at the weapon in his hand, remaining silent for a long time.

On the blade, forged from the starry sky, a huge notch was so glaring that it pierced the young master's heart like a sharp thorn.

Chapter 269 Executive Training

2023-11-02

"Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!"

"Hey! Why aren't you saying anything? Weren't you so assertive just now?"

Ember tapped the spiky, hairy egg that was trapping the young master and shouted.

Has this guy been so shocked he's gone mad? Why isn't he saying a word?

"Damn it! What kind of hero are you? Let me out if you dare, and we'll have a proper fight!"

Inside the hairy egg, the young master gripped his already broken double-headed sword tightly, vigorously hacking at the thorns before him.

However, just like before, the powerful slashes that were meant to split mountains and shatter rocks struck the refusal spikes without even leaving a scratch.

This is inevitable. The thorns of refusal are the Golden Tree's last-minute means of self-preservation. To destroy them, one would need at least the power of a god.

Even Montgomery was helpless against the refusal of the thorn, let alone the young master.

"Hehe, want to fight?" Yu Jin's cheeky voice came, making the young master somewhat uneasy.

"A fair and square fight, that's the spirit a martial artist should have!" The young master's hoarse voice already carried a hint of fatigue, but he still mustered his spirits and replied to Ember.

"I think you're just bored and have nothing better to do! All you think about is fighting? Isn't fighting tiring?"

As he spoke, Ember tore through the wall of rejection and delivered a face-to-face taunt with a downward finger.

[A good opportunity!] The young master saw the sunlight shining into the cage, his eyes narrowed, and with lightning speed, he changed his slash into a spike, thrusting it towards the embers.

"Click——"

Yu Jin could easily see through the young master's thoughts. He simply loosened his grip, and the thorns he had forcibly pushed aside instantly snapped back, jamming the young master's weapon.

"drink!"

"Drink!"

"Drink ah ah ah!"

……

Inside the "hairy egg" that emitted a faint golden light, the young master once again fell into self-doubt.

He first looked at his empty hands, then looked up at the weapon stuck in the thorny wall, unable to be pulled out.

This was the first time he had ever fought so humiliatingly. No, his opponent wasn't fighting at all; they were just toying with him.

That guy in armor outside is incredibly strong!

After thinking things through, the young master's frustration vanished, replaced by a long-lost excitement.

That was the excitement that surged through my body and lingered for a long time after encountering an incomparably powerful enemy.

But Yu Jin, standing outside, saw the young master's excited state and couldn't understand it at all. He was already disarmed, yet he was still so excited; had the executor lost his mind?

Soon, Yu Jin stopped thinking about it. There was something more important to do now—train the young master to be a qualified debt collector for the Northern Bank!

As for why? It's simply because Ember felt that the young master's brain was a bit too muscular, and he needed to be filled with some knowledge to balance it out.

"I'll ask you one more time, what is the first rule of the Northern Bank employee handbook?"

"You're very strong..."

"tie!"

"hiss--"

The young master looked at his thigh, which was bleeding again, and he had lost count of how many times he had fallen silent.

How come these thorny vines are so powerful? Even with his Demon King Armor activated, they still managed to break through his defenses.

"I don't know," the young master replied briefly after a moment of silence.

"No way? You don't even know the first one? Aren't you from the Northern Bank here to collect a debt?"

"Yes, but I don't even look at such things." The young master was still being modest; in fact, he had no idea that the Northern Bank had such a thing.

"I give up, no wonder you're always thinking about fighting." Yu Jin muttered, then waved his hand and said, "I'll read, you write. Don't tell me you can't even write?"

Then, to the young master's astonishment, the thorns that had trapped him began to grow, shed their thorns, and twist... eventually forming a set of wooden tables and chairs.

Furthermore, a stack of white paper and a writing pen were neatly arranged on the table.

Silence once again enveloped the young master.

The young master, now in his Demon King armored state, trembled, as if trying to say something. But then he caught sight of the gleaming, sharp spikes around him and ultimately sat down obediently.

"Clap!"

Perhaps it was due to excessive excitement, or perhaps it was simply because I had never exerted myself so meticulously while in Demon King Armor.

The young master had just grasped the writing pen when he snapped it in two.

"The score is yours." Yu Jin's voice came again, followed by a downpour of writing pens, so the young master wouldn't be short of pens now.

"Bang! Crack! Snap!"

The ways in which the writing pens died were all sorts of bizarre. Some were crushed by the young master, some were broken by him, and some were twisted off while he was writing...

It was only then that the young master realized how weak his control over his power was when he was in his Demon King armed state.

Perhaps this is why he is so exhausted after using the Demon King Armor every time—unconsciously using power that his body cannot withstand, it is inevitable that his body will be damaged.

The young master was somewhat confused. He carefully controlled his power and tremblingly wrote down what Yu Jin called "Article 1 of the Northern Bank Employee Code of Conduct" on the white paper.

Only then did the young master realize with surprise that the pen in his hand was the last one.

"Well……"

Before the young master could think any further, he suddenly felt the world spin, and a wave of nausea and vomiting washed over him.

He understood that the time for the Demon King's Armor to be deployed had come, and what followed was a difficult period of backlash.

"Hmm?" A familiar stinging pain came from his buttocks, and the young master realized that another thorn had pricked him.

He instinctively wanted to dodge, but the young master, armed with the Demon King's weapon, was far too weak and had lost his former speed.

The sting was only momentary, followed by a warmth the young master had never felt before. It was much like the warmth he felt as a child, huddled by the fireplace, watching the heavy snow outside the window.

Under this warmth, the young master was surprised to find that all his discomfort, such as nausea, aches and pains, had completely disappeared.

He stood up, looking around in disbelief, then, realizing what was happening, he said to Ember, "What's this...?"

"Hehe, the preliminary preparations are finally done." Yu Jin interrupted the young master, grinning, and then asked, "Have you memorized the first rule?"

"Forehead……"

"The Northern Bank is the winter's end..."

The young master glanced at the thorns around him, his expression shifting and contorting, but he finally gave in. He began reciting the first rule of the Northern Bank's employee code of conduct, albeit haltingly.

After all, he had used up hundreds of pens writing, and if he still couldn't memorize it, Yu Jin would probably start to doubt the young master's intelligence.

"Clap clap clap!"

Yu Jin clapped his hands with satisfaction. It hadn't been easy; the kid had finally figured it out.

“Alright, now I’ll start teaching you Article 2 of the Northern Bank Employee Code of Conduct.” After saying that, Yu Jin began to recite it fluently.

There was no other way; back then, in order to prepare for Ningguang's interview, he looked through everything available in Liyue, including those that weren't.

As for Ember's memory, saying he can remember everything he sees would be an understatement. However, he generally doesn't like to turn the power up that high.

"There...there's more?" The young master's astonished voice came from the thorny hairy egg. How could Ember be more familiar with the rules of the Northern Bank than he was?

"Nonsense, does your bank only have one rule for employees? Have you even finished writing it?" Yu Jin said irritably.

"Wait...wait!" In the midst of the panic, another small opening appeared in the thorn wall, and then the young master threw out a note.

This scene... it's like a prison visit! Yu Jin suddenly thought of this, but he quickly shook his head, picked up the note, and began to read it carefully.

Visiting someone in prison is fine, it's all pretty much the same anyway.

"Tsk, even the words are wrong! And 'Executor'? Rewrite it!" Yu Jin shook his head and sighed. The young master's level of literacy is worrying.