The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 344

Chapter 344: The Bank

Although those people were tall and strong, their bodies had been hollowed out by wine and women. Fighting against a Holy Knight like Jayad would be like crushing an egg against a rock.

I sat there eating steak and drinking lemonade, watching a live-action martial arts show. Jayad had a bit of that Ip Man vibe, “I’ll take ten!”

After a while, all the strong men collapsed on the ground, groaning. Jayad’s clothes weren’t even dirty. He had learned from his fighting experience in the Slums, when you fight, you knock people out or paralyze them, leaving them no chance to get up again.

Not bad, not bad. Just as I was about to applaud, I heard applause coming from upstairs: “Clap, clap, clap!”

“Not bad, not bad. A formidable young man, you fought brilliantly. What’s your name?” a somewhat aged voice drifted down.

Moreover, I felt a hidden malice and venom in that voice, giving me a chilling sense of dread.

Jayad and I looked up simultaneously and saw an old man appear on the stairs of the Second floor. Bartholomew was standing beside him. This old man had a long beard and a bald head, but he was sitting in a wheelchair.

“My name is Jayad, and I’m here to apply for a security guard position,” Jayad said. However, he looked at the surrounding mess and could only chuckle awkwardly.

“Good. Then I’ll be your boss from now on. You’re hired. Bartholomew, your recommendation is indeed excellent,” the old man said with admiration. Bartholomew just nodded and bowed obsequiously like a little dog.

“Really?” Jayad asked, somewhat surprised. He had thought he had blown it.

“Of course. I need smart people like you who can fight and maintain control,” the old man said, looking at Jayad. Even during such a fierce fight, Jayad had maintained necessary restraint and hadn’t damaged anything in the tavern.

“As for these fools, throw them out and clean up the broken tables and chairs. My esteemed guests, I apologize for the unexpected incident. All food and drinks today are on the house,” the old man declared.

Ever since the old man appeared, he had an aura of superiority that made the guests too intimidated to run, not even daring to breathe heavily. They could only stay put. Only when they heard that everything was free for the day did they relax.

Simultaneously, several lackeys came down to clear the chairs, sweep up the broken bottles and spilled food, and throw out the groaning strongmen.

As a result, only Jayad was selected in this bizarre recruitment process. Everyone else was eliminated. It was only natural; if I were the boss, I wouldn’t want a group of fools who couldn’t control their emotions and caused trouble in a tavern. Moreover, their Combat Power was nowhere near Jayad’s.

“So, what should I do? And Bartholomew mentioned that you can help me obtain citizenship. Is that true?” Jayad asked.

“Heh, you’re one of the few who dares to speak to me like that. Of course, it’s true. You’ll start working tonight. Bartholomew will tell you what to do,” the old man said before being pushed away by his lackey.

“Oh yeah!” Jayad clenched his fist. One thing was settled. He really wanted to high-five me to celebrate, but he saw my disguise and realized it wasn’t appropriate, so he just clenched his fist.

“Clap, clap, clap! Not bad, not bad.” I applauded and smiled, then stood up to leave. It looked like just a compliment from an upper-class guest who had watched a good show, but it was actually encouragement for Jayad.

Behind me, Bartholomew had come down and high-fived Jayad in celebration. He should be telling Jayad about his work duties next.

With Jayad’s matter settled, I should also attend to the Factory owner’s business. I tidied my clothes and called for a high-end Landstrider carriage to head to the Cando City center.

Banks, a trade that has existed since the Middle Ages, originally dealt mainly with lending and safekeeping. Anything could be stored in a bank, not just money.

Nowadays, you don’t get interest for depositing money in a bank; instead, you have to pay a safekeeping fee. Loans are also definitely usurious. Banks are a highly profitable industry, of course, provided you have enough strength to establish one.

“We’re here, sir.” The coachman stopped the bird carriage in front of a magnificent five-story building. Huge circular stone pillars, steps at the entrance, and a design like a palace, all adorned with carvings of symbols representing wealth at the doorway, showcased the bank’s financial power.

Drex Brothers Bank is not actually the largest bank in Cando City, perhaps not even in the top three. Yet, it occupies an important position on this prosperous street.

The street behind me is extremely wide, with separate lanes for traffic on both sides, allowing three vehicles to pass on each side. Besides animal-drawn carriages, one can also see many vintage cars.

The ground is paved with white tiles. There are even green belts between the sidewalks and the road, planted with flowers and plants, with green trees and black lampposts every few meters.

On this street and in the surrounding area, I saw noble clubs, high-end nightclubs, shooting ranges, horse racing tracks, and gladiator arenas just now. These are places that cater exclusively to the wealthy, filled with service and entertainment industries.

The passersby, like me now, are either suited and booted or wear noble attire. In any case, they all look wealthy.

But all this is irrelevant to me. I walked through the bank’s revolving glass doors. Inside, it was equally opulent, with a floor paved with smooth tiles, tall floor-to-ceiling windows, and even golden chandelier frames.

These are necessary displays. Only by showing their financial strength can people be willing to deposit their money in a bank.

Behind rows of golden railings, there are many clerks. Among them, quite a few are not people but of Old Golden Tooth’s kin: Goblins.

They sit on high stools, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and are even dressed in custom-tailored mini suits. On the counter are ledgers, slide rules, scales, magnifying glasses, and other items.

The bank hall is bustling with people, and many customers are conducting business. They don’t find it strange that Goblins sit behind the counter and naturally proceed with their transactions, depositing and withdrawing money.

I also naturally walked up to a counter where no one was queuing and sat down. The Goblin opposite me looked up, adjusted his glasses, and asked, “Sir, what business do you have?”

“Safe #964, withdrawal,” I said.

“Do you have a voucher?” the Goblin asked.

“No, this is an unregistered account,” I replied.

“Please wait a moment.” The Goblin rang a bell and said into a nearby copper tube, “Information for #964.”

After a while, a clerk brought a stack of documents to the counter.