The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

"Seriously? Can't you guys just shut up for a second? You've already had all your money confiscated, what's the point of running a bank?"

He thought that the Northern Bank had done something wrong in Fontaineble again, which resulted in all the Mora in the vault being confiscated.

Wait, why did he say "again"?

"Young master, you misunderstand, it's just... it's just..."

"What is it? Tell me quickly! I'll handle it!"

The young master said somewhat dejectedly, "I thought it was just about withdrawing some money, but who would have thought I'd run into something like this?"

"But my master has given a strict order for the Northern Bank to strictly control the inflow and outflow of funds. The amount you want to withdraw... is a bit large."

Seemingly afraid that the young master would be angry, the receptionist kept shrinking his head as he spoke.

"Huh? Isn't she in charge of the Hearth House? How come she's getting involved with the Northern Bank? Isn't she afraid the rich will try to sabotage her?"

Upon hearing this, the young master frowned even more deeply. Could this be some kind of contest between a servant and a rich man? Should he still withdraw his money?

If I take it, does that mean I'll be drawn into this mind-numbing "struggle"?

If we don't take it, what will happen to his Mora? Even if we steal it, it will take quite a while!

"Everyone says that you've misunderstood, young master. My servant is managing our funds in Fontaine to deal with the prophecy, and the wealthy man agreed to that."

The receptionist gave an explanation, which successfully drew another wave of disdain from the young master.

"What? She actually believed this kind of nonsense that's meant for kids? Looks like the fourth seat isn't all that great."

"Hahaha……"

The receptionist could only smile awkwardly at the young master; what could she say? She couldn't say anything.

The young master sat in front of the counter and paced around a few times. His eyes darted around, and he leaned closer to the counter, whispering to the receptionist:

“Look… I’m an executive officer too, so I must have some privileges, right? Can you be flexible and give me Mora?”

As he spoke, he beckoned to the receptionist.

"Logically, you certainly should have one, but I checked, and it seems you came to Fontaine as D'Artagnan, and you're still on vacation..."

The receptionist didn't say anything more; her meaning was clear. The current young master was Tartaglia, not the executor of the Fools.

That's true; the young master came here purely for personal reasons, not for any mission from the Fools.

Seeing that the young master remained silent, she continued:

"Young Master, as you know, I'm just a lowly employee and can't make that decision."

"How about this, young master, you go and tell your servant, and then come over. I believe it will just be a little longer journey."

The reception was also fraught with difficulties, as it concerned a prophecy. The servants' attitude was always resolute, and it was precisely because of this attitude, coupled with swift and decisive measures, that the atmosphere among the Fools of Fontaine was able to change so quickly.

If she opens the floodgates today, it's hard to say whether the servants will punish her for it.

"Phew... Trouble! Where is she usually?!" Upon hearing this, the young master let out a deep breath.

"The House of Hearths, look, it's right here." The receptionist, as if prepared in advance, quickly took out a map and pointed out the way to the young master.

"Row."

After nodding, the young master rushed out of the Northern Bank, just as he had arrived.

……

"The House of the Hearth... The House of the Hearth... Found it!"

The young master once again leaped and bounded around Fontainebleau, and since he knew the exact location of the target this time, it didn't take him long.

However, he was still angry because his time had been wasted by the servant.

"boom!"

He kicked the door open and saw the silver-haired woman in a tuxedo who had been waiting for a long time.

"Ha...haha, what a coincidence." The young master's previously indomitable spirit suddenly vanished.

He carefully closed the door he had kicked open before walking toward the servant.

"How have things been in Fontainebleau these past few days?"

His dark hands were crossed over his abdomen, and his raised toes swayed slightly. Even though the servant didn't look directly at the young master, the pressure he felt was already immense.

"Very...very good."

The young master pulled out a chair and sat down with an awkward smile.

[Damn it, Tartaglia! Where did your aura go?!]

The tiny figure, identical to the young master, roared inwardly, but when he looked up and saw the servant's scarlet, slanted cross-shaped eyes, the tiny figure instantly died.

"Would you like me to have the kids make you tea? Oh, or coffee will do too."

The servant took a sip of tea from his cup and asked the young master.

"No need, I'll be leaving soon."

The young master quickly waved his hand. He just wanted to finish his business and leave. He hated this damned, oppressive atmosphere.

"Oh? Tell me."

"It's that... I want to get some Mora."

The young master scratched his cheek and said softly.

What's this all about? Why does it make me feel like I'm inferior to her?!

The inner roar cannot be revealed, so the servant did not know what the young master was thinking; she only frowned when she heard it.

"How much? I remember there's a certain amount of credit allowed?"

"This number," the young master repeated the number he had mentioned earlier.

All of this resulted in the servant's hand holding the teacup momentarily pausing.

“The Fools have hotel properties in Fontainebleau. You can stay in the most luxurious suites there. There’s no need to buy a villa in Fontainebleau.”

She blew on the scalding hot tea and said calmly.

“I don’t need that. These Mora are for inviting Clorind,” the young master said, shaking his head and then somewhat embarrassed.

"That strongest duelist agent? You've gotten into trouble?"

"No, I invited her to fight me!"

She put the tea that the servant had brought to her lips back down, feeling that no amount of tea would work for the young master here.

"Want to fight?"

"This is an excellent opportunity to hone our skills! Only through battle can we become stronger!"

The young master stood up from his chair and responded expectantly. After his initial excitement subsided, he noticed that the servant had been looking him up and down.

"If you also want to fight me, I'd be happy to oblige!"

Meeting the servant's gaze, the young master was filled with fighting spirit. Although the servant put a lot of pressure on him, it was precisely because of this that the fight was worthwhile.

Moreover, he was quite interested in servants. I heard that she directly killed the previous servant to take over, and it seems that she only did it once.

"No, I'm not as boring as you."

The servant put down his teacup and pulled out a stack of bills from a drawer beside him.

"Want money? Sure, get those debts back. I'm sure with your experience, it won't take long."

The familiar bill appeared before his eyes, causing the young master to feel dizzy.

In the end, I still couldn't escape the fate of being chased for debts!

Chapter 781 The Boy's Anger

2024-07-15

"Debt collection... debt collection..."

This time, the young master spoke softer and walked more slowly. He walked dejectedly down the street, and with the dim light and flickering lamps, he looked like a walking corpse.

It was night when he came down from Fontainebleau's main street. It was a good time, a good day to get things done—for him and for everyone else.

"Hey! Did you hear me? You have to pay back 70% of your debt this month!"

A group of fierce-looking, burly men surrounded a woman who appeared to be the shop owner.

They all looked fierce and menacing, and seemed like they were not to be trifled with.

"No...didn't you say it would be paid off by the end of this month? This...this isn't even halfway over yet!" Surrounded by the crowd, the shop owner's words became intermittent.

"We don't care about that. If you don't want to suffer, hand over Mora right now! Otherwise..."

The burly men's eyes flashed with a fierce light; judging from their expressions, if the shop owner dared to say "no," what followed would definitely be unsuitable for children.

"Hey! A bunch of burly men threatening a woman, they're really something."

The young master loosened his muscles and bones while smiling disdainfully.

"Oh, looks like the busybodies have arrived." Several burly men laughed unrestrainedly when they saw that the young master's figure was not very tall.

In response to their mockery, the young master simply held up the bill with one hand and gave a thumbs-down with the other.

"I'm not meddling in other people's business. Gentlemen, before you start collecting debts, can you please settle your own accounts first?"

"B-Brother, it looks like people from the Northern Bank!" The burly men recognized the stamp on the bill immediately; it was the Northern Bank coming to collect a debt.

They initially took a few steps back, but upon seeing that the young master was the only one approaching, their minds began to race.

The group exchanged glances and gradually approached the young master, quietly surrounding him.

"Swish, swish, swish!" They put their arms around their waists and then pulled them out, and suddenly they all had a steel rod in their hands.

"Haha, kid, blame your boss for sending you all alone to collect a debt!"

"Brothers, charge!"

After a loud roar, the crowd charged at the young master, brandishing their clubs.

And then...and then nothing more.