The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

"You're bullying me..."

Yu Jin raised an eyebrow, then flicked his wrist, and the white paper flew out like a dart.

"Gulp." The young master looked at the white paper stuck in the thorny wall beside him, touched his throat, and decisively swallowed back the words "too much".

Did he just brush with death?

"Shhhhh!"

After a brief silence, the sound of studying, a sound unique to those who study, echoed across the desolate wilderness.

Chapter 270 Model Employees of the Northern Bank

2023-11-03

"The mission of the Northern Bank..."

"Article 1 of the Northern Bank Employee Code of Conduct..."

"Article Two of the Northern Bank Employee Handbook..."

……

Within a cage of thorns of rejection, the young master muttered something, his eyes unfocused. As he whispered, the fine brush in his hand danced incessantly.

Beside the young master, an inkless pen and crumpled paper lay scattered haphazardly on the floor, making the already cramped space even more crowded.

How many days have passed? The young master didn't know; he only knew that he had been keeping company with books and ink all this time.

For the young master, who was naturally combative and could not sit still for a moment, this was undoubtedly the most terrifying punishment.

It can make his eyes glaze over, giving him a look that's about to die; that can't be achieved through mere combat.

Aside from the thorns everywhere, the young master has been listening to Yu Jin's "teachings" these past few days.

He wanted to complain more than once: who was the executor, him or Ember? How come Ember knew more about the Northern Bank than he did?

But thinking about all that is useless now. The most important thing is to complete the task at hand, which is to memorize the Northland Bank Employee Code of Conduct.

This is another sad story. The young master thought that everything would be fine once he finished writing the last article of the employee handbook, but unexpectedly, Ember asked him to write it all down from memory.

Left with no other choice, he could only silently curse Yu Jin in his heart while obediently starting to write from memory.

"Phew—" With the last stroke completed, the young master let out a long sigh of relief. Memorizing these rules had almost killed him; he would definitely review them when he got back.

What the hell is the point of writing such a long employee handbook? Is it to show off that rich people are very cultured?

Just as the young master was furiously complaining about the ridiculously long employee handbook of the Northern Bank, the thorns that had been trapping him had quietly retreated back into the earth.

The long-awaited sunlight once again shone on the young master's face, and the feeling of freedom was so strong—all of this was certainly good. But none of this was what excited the young master the most.

He looked up and glanced around, but didn't see Yu Jin. Instantly, an indescribable excitement swept over him, coursing through his entire body.

Touching his cheek, the young master felt a dampness, but it was certainly not tears—he was not that fragile.

The wound on his head burst open due to his excitement. The wounds should have been almost healed, but the young master was too excited, and with his blood surging, the wounds reopened.

"Damn it! Did that guy do it on purpose?" Feeling the blood dripping from his chin, the young master tore off his sleeve and bandaged it while saying in surprise and uncertainty.

He turned his head and looked at the holes at his feet, the holes that the thorns of rejection had drilled out.

Then the young master suddenly shivered and ran away without looking back.

It's definitely not that he's afraid of Yu Jin; it's just that he's not in good shape right now and needs to go back and rest.

Right, that is it!

The young master nodded secretly, and then he ran even faster.

……

During the day, Feiyunpo is bustling with people, and everywhere you can hear tourists exclaiming in amazement.

"sieve!"

A gray-white shadow streaked through the crowd at an astonishing speed.

"Huh? I think I just saw a bald guy run past?" The tourist scratched his head. He had practiced a few moves when he was young, so his eyesight was better than the average person's.

"You must be mistaken. I've never seen anyone bald in Liyue. Have you been listening to too many storytelling lately?" Upon hearing this, the other person looked around, but did not see the "bald head" that his companion was talking about.

"Maybe." The tourist nodded and continued strolling around. The items at Feiyun Slope were much more attractive than those at the bald man's place.

In the distance, the "bald man" seen by tourists was panting as he climbed up the pavilion and arrived at the entrance of the Northern Bank.

Vlad, who was on duty, intended to remain silent as usual, watching the person enter the Northern Bank.

But after he saw the person's face clearly, Vlad could no longer remain silent. "Young...Young Master?!"

Vlad's voice trembled with shock, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He even took off his mask and rubbed his eyes.

The reason is simple: the young master's current attire is a bit too "peculiar".

At this moment, the young master's gray suit had a broken sleeve, and his head was tightly wrapped in cloth.

Crimson blood seeped out, adding a touch of bright red to the grayish-white. It looked as if someone had smashed a brick into his head.

But who can knock the young master's head?

“You…” The young master looked at the shocked Vlad, and a line of text suddenly appeared in his mind.

What is Article 6, Section 3 of the Northern Bank Employee Code of Conduct?

"???"

"Bank security guards should greet every customer with proper etiquette while ensuring the bank's security."

The young master spoke aloud, further shocking Vlad. The Executor truly lived up to his name! He easily accomplished what they couldn't!

So it turns out that some people actually remember those employee handbooks.

"Don't worry, young master! I will definitely correct my mistakes in the future!" Vlad was shocked, but he couldn't help but feel admiration.

The Executor is already the pinnacle of the Fools, yet the young master is still working so hard. What reason does he have to be lazy!

In an instant, Vlad even forgot all the homesickness that had lingered in his heart for so long.

"Slap!" The young master suddenly slapped himself. What had just happened to him? Had he been assimilated by that Yu Jin guy?

"Young Master..."

"Don't worry about it! I'm glad you had that kind of awareness!" The young master interrupted Vlad, offered a word of encouragement, and then hurriedly ran into the Northern Bank.

All he wants now is to go back to his room and check if there's anything wrong with him.

Stepping into the lobby of the Northern Bank, everything remained as magnificent and elegant as ever.

However, in the eyes of the young master now, this luxurious scene has many flaws.

Countless words kept popping into the young master's mind, leaving no room for his other thoughts.

And so, the young master with his head bandaged became a ruthless inspection machine.

"Ekaterina! What kind of receptionist are you! Where's the smile? Go back and memorize Articles 3 and 4 of the employee handbook!"

"Andrei! Your eyes are practically closed! What's the first rule of the employee handbook? And you're the manager?!"

"And who designed this lobby? It's so solemn! Doesn't anyone know the mission of our Northern Bank?"

……

In the quiet lobby, the young master's incessant shouts echoed. The employees of the Northern Bank looked left and right at the young master, realizing for the first time that their usually taciturn young master had such a talkative side.

But isn't the young master talking a bit too much? He even has to comment on the demeanor of the bank employees.

What's even more outrageous is that after each sentence, the young master would provide the basis for his fault-finding at the end.

Is this a form of persuasion through reason?

The young master listed more than a dozen irregularities within the Northern Bank before finally stopping.

The words that had been echoing in his mind were finally released by the young master. Correspondingly, his rationality returned to normal.

The young master silently glanced at the shocked Fools, then at the Northern Bank branch where he had spent so much time.

He knew he would have to move out from now on.

"boom!"

The young master rudely opened the doors of the Northern Bank; now he was off to find his new home.

Otherwise, the young master fears that his colleagues at the Northern Bank will be verbally abused to death by him.

"Goodbye, everyone!" The young master raised his sleeveless arm and waved, revealing a bright smile. Perhaps because he was too excited, the cloth wrapped around his head turned even redder.

After saying that, the young master disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Manager Andre, does our Northern Bank have an outstanding employee award?"

"Have."

"I think everyone should vote for Young Master."

"Feel the same."

Miss:"……"

Chapter 271 The Increasingly Lively Liyue

2023-11-03

Ember walked along the streets of Liyue as usual. Several days had passed since he had carefully taught the young master.

During this time, he also secretly went to the Northern Bank to test the young master's learning progress.

Unfortunately, it seems the young master has gone out on some business, and Yu Jin searched the entire Northern Bank but couldn't find him.

Thinking of this, Yu Jin shook his head with some regret. To be honest, torturing, or rather, educating the young master would be quite fun, but it seems there's no chance for that now.

When will we catch the executive officer again and torture him? This thought suddenly popped into Yu Jin's mind.

He looked up and saw a sea of ​​people. It seemed that meeting the executive officer depended on who he was destined to meet.

Looking at the crowd, Yu Jin stroked his chin. From his observation, there were more and more people in Liyue lately, but it seemed that there were fewer and fewer people setting up stalls, which was a strange phenomenon.