Failed to Play the Fool? / Gyutaro, the Fanatical Believer

"Is this the headquarters building of Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals?"

Looking at the building that was more than ten stories high in front of her, Asatsuru's eyes widened in disbelief.

In her mind, a two- or three-story building was already considered a very tall building.

The temple and the surrounding houses were mostly constructed in the same way.

But now, the Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals building has ruthlessly shattered her imagination.

Whether it was the tall buildings or the gorgeous decorations, Asatsuru felt like she had come to the wrong place.

For a moment, she began to wonder if the Scribe had brought her to the wrong place.

"Mister Scribe, are you sure we haven't come to the wrong place?"

Turning to look at the Scribe, Asatsuru stammered.

"This building is so luxurious, it can't be..."

Before she could finish speaking, she noticed that the Scribe's face was also filled with confusion.

Judging from his furrowed brows, it was clearly not an act.

It was clear that Scribe was also doubtful whether the building in front of him was his company's headquarters.

"Call..."

Taking an Asatsuru felt a little better.

"That's more like it. We must have gone the wrong way."

Just when Asatsuru thought her judgment was correct, Scribe's next words almost made her choke.

"Why is it so ordinary? I remember it was just like this last time I came. Has it never been renovated?"

The fact that the Scribe was suspicious because the house was ordinary made Asatsuru feel like the two of them were from different worlds.

"Whether the decoration looks good or not doesn't affect the usability of the interior."

Tamayo sighed and said with some helplessness.

"I only had the damaged and dilapidated parts repaired; overall, there wasn't much change."

"Okay, whatever you say."

Scribe shrugged, not really caring about it.

For him, earning and spending are equal.

But he could accept Tamayo's frugality.

Ultimately, the other party wasn't wrong.

Seeing that the Scribe had no intention of interfering any further, Tamayo was relieved.

In her view, the money saved could be used for many things.

She can help many suffering poor people, and she can also purchase medical equipment or research equipment for her company.

A portion could even be used as a reward for outstanding employees.

Having lived for so long, especially after managing Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals for so long, Tamayo has gained a lot of experience.

"Let's go inside."

Scribe patted the still dazed Asatsuru and gestured for her to go inside.

"Okay, sure."

After blinking, Asatsuru recovered from her shock.

The thought of actually studying here filled her with a sense of joy.

After all, just by looking at this building, one can see how powerful and well-established Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals is.

"I must work hard and live up to Mister Scribe and Miss Tamayo's expectations."

As Asatsuru was thinking this, Scribe was walking at the front, suddenly stopped.

Looking at the entrance of the building not far away, something amusing suddenly popped into his mind.

He turned and walked to Tamayo's side, pulling down the hat he had bought for her on the way.

After casually pulling down the brim of Asatsuru's hat, the Scribe smiled with satisfaction.

"What do you want to do, Scribe?"

Although she didn't know what her husband was up to, Tamayo sensed something was amiss based on their years of interaction.

"I want to scare people."

He raised his index finger to his lips, signaling to Tamayo to be quiet.

Having already guessed the general idea, Tamayo knew that the Scribe's perverse sense of humor had resurfaced.

But then she thought about it again, and realized she hadn't done anything like that.

Perhaps it will be very interesting.

Thinking about this, she acquiesced.

Standing half a step behind the Scribe, Tamayo and Asatsuru remained silent.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the main entrance.

'Stop!

One of the two men guarding the gate stepped forward and stopped the Scribe and their companions.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Do you have an appointment?"

The man blocking the road was burly, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular forearms.

He also had a small katana tucked into his waistband, which looked quite intimidating.

"What are you doing?"

With a slight smile on his face, Scribe said calmly.

"I founded this place, can't I even come back and take a look?"

"Your company?"

The man frowned, then gave a disdainful snort.

"Are you out of your mind to say that you founded Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals?"

Upon hearing this, the other gatekeeper burst into laughter.

"Haha, that's hilarious."

"Anyone who knows even a little about our Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals knows that our history dates back over a century."

Could it be that you've lived for hundreds of years?

Looking at the Scribe, the man couldn't believe that someone who had lived for hundreds of years would look like a young man.

Clutching his stomach, he wiped away the tears of laughter.

"Alright, young man, let's stop joking around."

The man blocking the way nodded, stretched out his arm, and tried to push Scribe away.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge the Scribe even an inch.

At that moment, the man felt as if he were pushing a towering mountain.

A profound sense of powerlessness welled up inside him, and he subconsciously let go of her hand.

"What's wrong with you?"

Seeing that his companion was acting strangely, another man spoke up and asked.

"Is there something strange about this kid?"

Shaking his head, the man blocking the road looked at the Scribe and said very seriously.

"If you work hard, you might be able to start your own company."

As he spoke, a look of admiration appeared on his face.

"The man who founded the company is respected by everyone, and I don't want to hear anything like that from you again."

"If you still intend to humiliate us, then don't blame me for being impolite."

As he spoke, he placed his hand on the small katana at his waist.

"That's right!"

The other man was in the same manner, with a very serious expression.

"The honor of Tsukishiki Pharmaceuticals is our honor; to humiliate it is to humiliate us!"

As he spoke, he stared intently at the Scribe, observing his every move.

Seeing how firm the two were, Scribe scratched his face.

He never expected that someone who might not come here even once in more than a decade would be so popular among these lower-level employees.

This was completely different from what he had imagined: the arrogant gatekeeper would be haughty and verbally abusive.

He was even thinking that he could put on a good show of beating up the villain.

It now seems impossible.

A hint of disappointment appeared on his face, and Scribe couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing the Scribe's expression, Tamayo, standing behind him, couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

Just then, a voice suddenly came.

"Oh, isn't this Tamayo?"

Chapter 354 Mad Believer Gyutaro

Upon hearing the sound, the two men guarding the gate immediately jumped.

He stepped in place for a moment, then stood up straight, keeping his back straight.

After turning around, she bowed to the man behind her.

Sir, we are carrying out the task you assigned us!

"I told you to guard the door, not to stop Miss Tamayo."

With the sound of footsteps, the man gradually approached.

Looking in the direction of the sound, a young man with medium-length dark green hair walked over.

"Welcome back, Tamayo..."

The young man recognized Tamayo at a glance and was about to greet her when he suddenly paused.

"Si... Si..."

He pointed at the Scribe, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Yo, it's been a long time, Gyutaro."

Scribe waved to the other party and said with a smile.

"How have you been lately? Where's Koume? I haven't seen her with you."

"Mister Scribe!"

Finally, he called out the name, and in one swift step, Gyutaro leaped over the two men guarding the gate.

He rushed up to the Scribe and said excitedly.

"When did you get back? Why didn't you tell me? I could have come to pick you up..."

One sentence after another, it was as if Skin Taro had opened a floodgate and couldn't stop talking.

The two men behind him stared wide-eyed at Gyutaro.