Master Steward

The lavish sights continued outside the carriage for some time, but Mo Seris felt increasingly bored. The pace they were moving at could not be considered slow, but it was far from the full capabilities of the Demonbeast horses.

His mood improved slightly when he finally saw the double-door gates that marked the end of the inner ring. They were in sight, just beyond the mass of Song people on the main road.

He gave a sigh of relief, and he looked to the side, at the writhing baby in the cradle.

"Once this line of fools ends, we can finally start moving and leave this cursed place behind us," he remarked.

The baby kept moving with any sign of comprehension. Mo Seris stroked his hairless chin.

"It really is a blessing in disguise that you don't have to grow up in such a place. At least, in death you can serve a greater purpose. There are many children who die without contributing anything to the world. You will have the honor of contributing to the prosperity of the Mo Estate."

Mo Seris nodded to himself, as he watched the gates grow painstakingly closer.

All of the ugly servants lined up just to slow them down, it really was a pointless affair. On the other end of the gates, they could finally increase their pace.

Before long, they had overcome the crowd of Song people. The Demonbeast horses came to a stop before the imposing metal gates, and a few guards peered down from behind the parapet.

The leader had already been prepared to open the gates, as word of the Mo Family representative's presence had already passed through the ranks.

He was not stupid, and could recognize a Demonbeast horse when he saw one, not to mention the crowd of servants who were lining up before the carriage. If the carriage did not belong to the representative, then the disguise was so deep that even immortals would be fooled.

Still, the leader took a perfunctory glance at the people in the carriage box. 

Two of them looked like brutes and were unfamiliar to him, but he recognized the man who was serving as the representative's guide. 

Song Lusi!

The Master Steward! 

Ordinarily, Song Lusi would be dealing with the daily affairs of the Administration Hall. It was a rare personage who could get him to serve as their guide.

Song Lusi was waving his hand to signal that the gate should be opened immediately.

"Open the gate," the leader called out.

A few guards operated a winch, and the outermost gate creaked open, the two walls separating slowly. At the same time, a similar process was occurring at the next layer of defense. The secondary gate opened, its movements synchronized with the outer gate.

An ordinary visitor would struggle to leave the inner circle without a full inspection. However, even if the leader had not recognized who the carriage belonged to, a wave from the Master Steward's hand was enough to clear the carriage through.

Who would dare to ignore the orders of their direct superior? 

Inside the cabin, Mo Seris was frowning. 

The carriage had just come to a complete stop in front of the outer gate. He did not think that they would really be inspected. It would just be a slight delay, but still, it was time being wasted.

He thought that all of the gates should have been opened in advance. 

A moment later, the gate began to open, and his indignation faded away. The important thing was that there would be no more lined-up Song people slowing down their pace.