Chapter 2: Give Her the Bag

"I would like a job"

"D...do you have a passport?"

"What for?"

Layla was currently inside an agency office, trying to apply for the only job that she knows how to do, being a maid.

The other applicants and employees were looking at her and her weird get up, which made her look like a woman straight from the victorian era. What was someone like her doing in a place like this? They all thought. Is there a camera crew somewhere?

"Foreigners… can't work here", the man in front of him fixed his glasses as he scanned Layla from top to bottom.

"What makes you think I am a foreigner?", Layla said, her tone monotonous and cold, but yet still contained a hint of grace.

"This…", the man could not help but scratch his chin as he stared at Layla's tanned skin and bright blue eyes. Features clearly not belonging to the people of their country, Qin. They were Asians. And the woman in front of him was clearly someone from the west.

"W...what job are you looking for anyway, miss?", the man could only sigh. The sooner this was over, the sooner this woman would leave.

"A maid", Layla bluntly said.

"A maid!?", the man stood up in shock. Why would someone as beautiful as her even work as a maid? He would understand if the woman said she wanted a job as a hostess, but a maid?

"Yes", Layla nodded, completely ignoring the man's perturbed tone, "And the employer has to be a cultivator of at least the Heavenly Dao Realm"

"..."

"I have a thousand years of experience as a maid", Layla continued, "I can cook the meat of a beast of the Spirit Sovereign stage and even have a hundred recipes for it"

"Get out!"

***

Layla was quickly kicked out of the establishment. This was the 12th agency that refused to find her a job, asking her to leave as soon as she mentions her… peculiar request.

Layla could not help but click her tongue as she looked at the agency building.

'Master, life has been hard without you', she reminisced as she closed her eyes. After a few seconds, she took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She then retrieved a newspaper from her bag and proceeded to write on it.

"Another one...", she muttered as she scratched off an address from the paper, presumably the agency building she was kicked out of just now.

She could not help but sigh as she saw the newspaper. It was already worn out, filled with pen markings all over it. There weren't any more spaces for the ink of her pen to crawl on.

That was the last agency in the vicinity. Does she need to go to another city? She wanted to avoid major cities like Weijing and Luanghai as there were too many people, but seeing as this was the 3rd city and she still hasn't found any job, it would seem that she no longer has a choice in the matter.

She overestimated herself. She thought that her experience of almost 2,000 years would allow her to get a job as a maid, but she had no idea how tough it was to apply as one. Were the other women that are applying as maids have more experience than her?

She was taught many things by her master, but it would seem that throughout the years, she lost an integral part of herself, her common sense.

And so, with a sigh, she took another paper from her bag. It was a map.

But as soon as she spread it, her hand was blown away by someone running in front of her, causing the map to fly away.

"No! That man stole my bag!"

Layla then heard a scream coming from afar, it was a beautiful girl, her hair obviously bleached. Her face was red as she gasped for air, the sweat on her face dropping on the ground.

"Please, someone stop that man!", the girl once again screamed. But none of the people on the sidewalk seemed to have any plans on helping the girl as all of them looked to the side, trying their best to ignore the girl's gaze.

Injustice will never disappear from this world, so all one can do is to help the person in front of you- this is one of the teachings his master left him.

And so, with a deep sigh. She ran in the direction where the thief ran off to. Leading her to a dark alleyway.

"What the… who the hell is this foreigner?"

"That doesn't look like our target"

"Run along, young lady. This isn't a touring spot!"

There, the thief who stole the girl's bag was waiting, along with 5 other people.

"Return the girl's bag", Layla casually said as she looked at the thief.

"Eh? So someone else was actually stupid enough to follow you here? Kakakaka!"

"Don't be a hero, woman! Go back to your country!"

The group laughed as they stared at Layla.

"Give me my bag back!"

Their laughs were disrupted as a scream echoed from behind the foreigner.

"Oh, she's here! Get the rope, quick!"

"What about the foreigner?"

"I don't know, kill her or something!"

The group started moving, leaving the bag they stole unattended and without care.

"N...no", the girl whispered, "L-let's get out of here!", she then grabbed Layla's wrist and tried to drag her away. But she almost slipped as Layla did not even budge from her spot.

"Give the girl her bag back", Layla once again repeated, her tone turning cold.

"W...what? I don't care about the bag anymore!", the girl panicked as she tried to pull Layla again, "Can't you see? They're not after the bag!"

"It's too late, young miss. Kakaka"

Another group appeared from behind Layla, completely covering any exits from the alleyway.

"O...oh no", the girl muttered, "Where are they when I need them!? Help!", she screamed.

"Kakaka! No one will hear your screams, young miss", one of the men laughed as he approached the girl, "Just give up and come with-"

But before he could even touch a single strand of hair from the girl, A loud rumble echoed throughout the alleyway. He felt his whole vision shift, before totally blacking out into unconsciousness.

"W...what just happened!?", the other men slightly backed away as they saw their companion slam himself to the wall. Hard enough to leave a huge dent on it.

As the men were baffled as to what happened, a soft but cold voice pierced their ears.

"I am not going to ask again…

...return the girl's bag"