The young man sat at the desk, writing the bill. Every time he wrote down the word "Rex Greer" at the end of the bill. Then a servant came in with the previous account books in his arms.
The young man calmly smeared the word "Rex Greer" into black ink. Then he stood up, took the account books and thanked him. The servant teased him, "Did you write it wrong again?"
He didn't write it wrong, but reminded himself of his identity all the time.
The young man smiled shyly.
The servant comforted him, "It's okay. The Second Elder won't blame you. Take your time." He looked at the pile of account books on the table and sighed, "There are so many account books. You're really good. We can't do that because we can't read."
The young man nodded and continued to check the account books.
The servants knew that once he started to work, he would ignore others. Perhaps the servant was used to it, so he was not angry. He stood there and looked for a while before turning around and walking out.