The dark flowing robes settled around Mo Seris's feet. He looked down at the infant writhing in the blankets.
So much trouble was caused by such a tiny thing.
Mo Seris stooped down and picked the cradle up.
Seeing that it was still moving around, he was sure that it had some hidden depths. If the medicinal experts in the Mo Family could find those talents, it would fully redeem the annoyance it had caused.
Mo Seris began to walk towards the exit, when he heard approaching footsteps.
The Third Manager.
He turned, feeling slightly uncomfortable. The deal had just been completed. Surely, the manager would not choose this moment to find trouble.
As he thought this, Mo Seris settled down. If he was not finding trouble, then what could the Third Manager do?
Song Horo smiled as he closed the gap between them. He leaned in close, nearly touching the representative. His handsome face should have been affable, but it appeared devilishly in the eyes of the representative. It was as if he was being stared at by a fiend.
Mo Seris felt alarmed.
What was the Third Manager doing?
Song Horo's mouth came up to Mo Seris's ear, sending the representative's mind into disarray.
"Don't forget," Song Horo whispered, his breath clinging to Mo Seris's ear, "these children were given by my own choice. The family head begged me to cherish my bloodline, but I refused."
The manager's eyes were wild, like those of a beast. "If you ever dream of targeting me, or anyone else in the Song Family, I will make Baruda the Manslayer look like a little child playing with dolls.
Now, run along."
The Third Manager separated from Mo Seris, regaining his normal appearance, but the representative was paralyzed. The hairs on the back of his neck were all standing up. He could not forget what he had just seen. The manager had not even flared his aura, but the fear in Mo Seris's heart was incomparable to anything he had felt before.
The actions of the Third Manager had come out of nowhere. It hadn't even been a tactic for negotiation, as the negotiation had already been completed.
What just happened?
None of the servants were aware of what had been said. The Third Manager had whispered so only Mo Seris could hear.
Because of this, they did not sense anything unusual. In their minds, the Third Manager had forgotten to mention something, so he had whispered it privately instead of speaking freely in front of them. It was likely just a matter that they were not privy to.
Mo Seris swallowed. If he reacted now, he knew he would seem like the crazy one, but how could he not react.
A madman!
The Song Family's Third Manager was a madman!
And he had just negotiated with such a person, nearly coming to blows?
Mo Seris turned around and quickly walked out of the door. Song Horo did not follow, staring amicably, but he could feel the eyes piercing into his back.
"Have a safe trip back to the Mo Estate, Steward," the Third Manager said in a normal tone. His words sent shivers down Mo Seris's spine.
What was that beast trying to say?
Am I in danger?
The door closed, separating him from the smiling face of the manager. Mo Seris felt slightly more calm, but his heart was still tight.
At least there was a barrier between him and the madman.
He turned, holding tightly to the cradle in his hand.
Mo Seris was in the huge hallway that he had entered earlier, but the bustling servants from before were nowhere to be found. Instead, when he looked around, he was drawn to the portraits that lined the walls.
The ancestors of the Third Manager's lineage were staring down at him.
Had they all been just as insane?
"Any problems, Steward?"
The two retainers were the only other ones left in the hallway.
Mo Seris shivered involuntarily. He shook his head.
"Let's leave."
He had no thoughts of exacting revenge. He only wanted to get as far away from the Third Manager as possible.