“Really? Can you guys just be quiet? Why are you still running a bank when all your money has been confiscated?”

He thought that the Northland Bank had committed some crime in Fontaine again, which resulted in all the Mora in the vault being confiscated.

Wait, why did he say “again”?

“My Lord, you misunderstood. It’s just…it’s just…”

“Just what? Tell me now! I’ll handle it!”

The young master said somewhat depressedly, he originally thought he was just going to withdraw some money, but who would have thought that he would run into something like this?

“It’s just that the servant has issued a strict order, asking the Northland Bank to strictly control the funds coming in and out. The amount you want to withdraw… is a bit large.”

As if afraid that the young master would get angry, the receptionist shrank his head as he spoke.

“Ah? Isn’t she in charge of Hearth House? Why did she get involved in Northland Bank? Isn’t she afraid that the rich will give her trouble?”

When the young master heard this, his brows furrowed even more. Could this be some kind of competition between a servant and a rich man? Should he still withdraw the money?

If I take it, does that mean I will be involved in this mind-boggling “struggle”?

If he didn’t take it, what would happen to his Mora? Even if he tried to rob it, it would take a while, right?

“They all say that you have misunderstood, young master. The servant coordinated our funds in Fontaine to deal with the prophecy, and this rich man also agreed.”

The receptionist gave a brief explanation, which successfully caused the young master to show disdain again.

“What? She actually believed this kid-fooling stuff? It looks like the fourth seat is just like that.”

“Hahaha……”

The receptionist on the other side could only smile foolishly at the young master. What could she say? She couldn’t say anything.

The young master sat in front of the counter and turned around for a few times. He rolled his eyes, leaned over the counter and whispered to the receptionist:

“Look… I’m also an executive officer, so I have some privileges. Please be flexible and give Mora to me.”

As he said this, he even hooked his finger at the receptionist.

“Of course you should, but I checked and it seems that you came to Fontaine as Tartaglia, and you are still on vacation…”

The receptionist didn’t say anything more, her meaning was clear. The current prince was Tartaglia, not the Fatui’s executive officer.

This is indeed the case. Young Master came here purely for personal reasons, not for any mission from the Fatui.

Seeing that the young master was silent, she continued:

“You know, Master, I am just a small employee and cannot make the decision.”

“How about this, Sir, please go and tell the servant, and then come over. I believe it’s just a little bit longer.”

The reception was also difficult, as the servants had always been resolute in their attitude regarding the prophecy. It was precisely because of this attitude, coupled with their swift and swift measures, that the morale of the Fools in Fontaine could change so quickly.

If she spoke up today, she wasn’t sure whether the servant would punish her for it.

“Huh…trouble! Where is she usually?!” Upon hearing this, the young master let out a long breath.

“The Fireplace House, look, it’s right here.” The receptionist took out a map and pointed the way to the young master as if he had been prepared.

“Row.”

After nodding, the young man ran out of the Northland Bank in a hurry, just like when he came.

……

“The Hearth House… The Hearth House…, found it!”

The young master jumped up and down in Fontaine again, but this time he knew the exact location of the target, so it didn’t take him long.

But he was still very angry because his time was wasted because of the servant.

“boom!”

Kicking the door open, the young man 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 indomitable momentum just now suddenly became weak.

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

“How was it? These few days in Fontaine?”

His dark hands were crossed on his abdomen and his raised toes were swaying slightly. Even if the servant did not look directly at the young master, the pressure he brought to him was already great enough.

“Very…very good.”

The young man pulled out a chair and sat down with a wry smile.

[Damn it, Tartaglia! Where did your spirit go! ]

The villain who looked exactly like the young master roared in his heart, but when he looked up and saw the servant’s scarlet slanted cross eyes, the villain died instantly.

“Would you like me to ask the kids to make you some tea? Oh, or coffee would be fine too.”

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

“No, I’ll be leaving soon.”

The young master waved his hands quickly. He just wanted to finish the job and leave. He hated this damn depressing atmosphere.

“Oh? Tell me.”

“That’s it… I want to take some Mora.”

The young master scratched his cheek and whispered.

[What is this? Why does it seem like I am inferior to her? ! ! ]

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

“How much? I remember leaving a certain amount?”

“This number.” The young master repeated the number he had mentioned before.

All this resulted in the servant’s movement of holding the teacup pausing.

“The Fatui owns a hotel business in Fontaine. You can stay in the most luxurious suite there. There is no need to buy a villa in Fontaine.”

She blew on the scalding tea and said calmly.

“I don’t have such a need. These Moras are used to treat Clorinde.” The young man shook his head and then said a little embarrassedly.

“The strongest duel agent? Are you in trouble?”

“No, I asked her to fight me!”

The servant put the tea back that was brought to her mouth. She felt that no tea would work here with the young master.

“Want to fight?”

“This is a great opportunity to hone your skills! Only by fighting can you become stronger!”

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

“If you want to fight me, I’d be happy to do it!”

Facing the servants’ gaze, the young master was full of fighting spirit. Although the servants put a lot of pressure on him, it was precisely because of this that it was worth fighting.

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

“No, I’m not as boring as you.”

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

“You want money? Sure, recover the money. I believe with your experience, it won’t take long.”

The familiar bill appeared in front of him, and the young man’s eyes went dark.

How come he still couldn’t escape the fate of being asked to pay the debt? !

Chapter 781 The Youth’s Anger

2024-07-15

“Debt collection…debt collection…”

This time, the young master spoke in a low voice and walked at a slow pace. He walked down the street with his head down, and in the dim light and flashing lights, people would think he was just a zombie.

It was evening when he came down the main street of Fontaine. It was a good time, a good day for doing things—for him and for others.

“Hey! Did you hear me? This month you must pay back 70% of the money you owe me!”

Next to the shop in front, a group of fierce-looking men surrounded a woman who looked like the owner.

They all look ferocious and look like they are not easy to mess with.

“No… didn’t you say you’d pay it back by the end of this month? This… it’s not even halfway through yet!” Surrounded by so many people, the owner’s speech became intermittent.

“We don’t care about that. If you don’t want to suffer, hand Mora over immediately! Otherwise…”

There was a fierce light flashing in the sturdy men’s eyes. It looked like if the store owner dared to say “no”, the scene that followed would definitely be inappropriate for children.

“Hey! A group of big, strong men threatening a woman, they are really capable.”

The young master relaxed his muscles and smiled disdainfully.

“Oh, it looks like the nosy person is here.” Seeing that the young master was not very tall, several strong men began to laugh at him unscrupulously.

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

“I’m not meddling in other people’s business. Before you ask for the debt, could you please settle your accounts first?”

“Brother, it looks like someone from the Northland Bank!” When several strong men saw the seal on the bill, how could they not know that it was the Northland Bank that came to collect the debt?

They took a few steps back at first, but when they saw that the young master was the only one coming, they became more active.

Everyone looked at each other, gradually approached the young master and quietly surrounded him.

“Swish, swish, swish!” They put their arms at the waist and pulled them out, and they all had a steel rod in their hands.

“Haha, kid, if you want to blame someone, blame your boss for letting you come here to collect the debt!”

“Brothers, come on over!”

After a loud roar, everyone rushed towards the young master waving sticks.

And then…and then nothing more.