NOVPUBHearing Steward Mo’s words, the scene immediately became noisy.
The crowd was abuzz with discussion, especially the families of the candidates,
who questioned, "Why didn’t you tell us this beforehand?"
"It’s not too late to say now," Steward Mo glanced at everyone.
He said indifferently, "After all, no one has accepted the legacy yet, and those who want to withdraw can leave now.
Did you think the world offers pies in the sky?
Haven’t you considered the risks?"
On hearing Steward Mo’s words, the people at the scene were immediately rendered speechless.
After all, having come this far, many were unwilling to just leave.
But if they failed, the cost could be unbearably heavy.
Xu Zimei also turned his head, looking at Guo Xiaoyun, and asked.
"You heard as well, it’s not too late if you want to back out now."
"I want to try," Guo Xiaoyun hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she nodded her head.
After all, her grandfather was no longer in this world, and the things she could care about were growing fewer and fewer.
Xu Zimei nodded, understanding that life and death are predestined, and one should enjoy the glory and bear the failure of their own choices.
At the gate, dozens of people, aside from only a few who left, eventually chose to attempt.
"Alright, now follow me into the City Lord Mansion," Steward Mo looked at these people with satisfaction.
He said, "There are many forbidden areas inside the mansion, follow me closely, and do not stray.
If something happens, don’t blame me for not warning you."
Everyone nodded and then followed Steward Mo into the City Lord Mansion.
The City Lord Mansion, although located in a slightly secluded part of the City of Fearlessness, was decorated with great grandeur.
Artificial mountains and pavilions, lofty palaces.
Colored tiles and green roofs, the white stone paths crisscrossed, running in all directions throughout the mansion.
Even though it was only early spring, the lush trees were already growing like a canopy of shade.
Ivy covered the entire wall, presenting a vast expanse of green at a glance.
"The legacy ceremony will take place tomorrow, and for safety reasons, no family members are allowed to attend,"
Steward Mo told the crowd.
"After the ceremony is over, we will inform you of the results."
"That’s not good, I want to see my son accept the legacy with my own eyes," someone said from the side.
"Please be understanding, it is for the security of the legacy,"
Steward Mo replied indifferently.
"Who knows, there might be people trying to seize the legacy by then.
Let alone you, when the time comes, no one other than the City Lord will be allowed near the Legacy Land."
The people around exchanged glances and could only nod helplessly.
They also knew that from the moment they entered the City Lord Mansion,
they had already lost the room to choose.
"Don’t you find it very strange?" Xu Zimei looked at Situ Yunfei and said.
"I understand that the legacy needs people born on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month,
but not allowing us to watch seems somewhat unreasonable!"
"Who knows, anyway, we’re here to fight for the legacy, why bother with so much,"
Situ Yunfei replied.
Steward Mo led the crowd through several intersections.
Until they finally stopped inside a grand hall.
The hall was resplendent with gold and brilliance, and on both sides, rows of green tables were arranged.
On these green tables were placed lots of fruits and foods.
The scent of food filled the entire grand hall.
"This is where you will eat, as the City Lord is busy preparing for the legacy and might not have time to receive you.
If you need anything, have the servants find me,"
Steward Mo said.
"As for where you’ll be staying, it’ll be in the side rooms next door. The servants will show you there when it’s time."
Steward Mo led everyone here, gave a few instructions, and then hurried off with a preoccupied expression.
At this moment, no one was bashful; they all sat in front of the green-tabled case and began to eat heartily.
"I’d say, the food at the City Lord Mansion is simply on another level.
It wouldn’t be bad to come here and be a servant," a middle-aged man in a white robe said to the group with a smile.
"Do you still have the appetite?" someone nearby snorted coldly.
"Whether the child can pass the inheritance test is still uncertain. I’m starting to have regrets now."
"What’s there to be afraid of? Death is simply the natural order; without it, one couldn’t live for ten thousand years," the man in the white robe said with an unconcerned laugh.
Then, turning to his own son, a chubby little kid, he said.
"Son, eat up. Even if we are to die, let’s die on a full stomach."
The little chubby kid, grasping a chicken leg, nodded vigorously.
"What a pair of treasures, father and son," others nearby, upon witnessing this scene, found it somewhat amusing as well.
After everyone finished eating, the servants at the door sent them to the side rooms.
The moonlight tonight was exceptionally pure and bright.
Families were saying their final farewells to their children; after all, this was their last night.
After tomorrow, who knows if they would ever see each other again?
......
Lying on the bed, Xu Zimei couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss.
But for the life of him, he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was at the moment.
He could only adapt as the situation unfolded.
Meanwhile, in a brightly lit courtyard within the City Lord Mansion,
Steward Mo stood in the room, seemingly reporting something.
In front of him was a young man in a purple robe.
The young man appeared to be in his early twenties, pale-faced with sunken eyes.
Even his walk seemed a bit unsteady.
"Young Master, all the people are ready," Steward Mo said respectfully.
"My father doesn’t have any objections, does he?" The young man in purple nodded slightly and asked, facing away.
"The City Lord has agreed. He has instructed you to go easy, to keep to a measure," Steward Mo nodded and replied.
"After all, he is still exploring the matter of inheritance.
He feels that this inheritance is not simple."
"Greed does not lead to great accomplishments; these fools really thought my father would take them as adopted sons," the young man in purple sneered.
"After tomorrow, let them become the nourishment for my Martial Path to Heaven."
After saying this, the young man turned to the elder and said, "Keep a close watch on them. At the critical moment, make sure there are no mistakes.
And those people who left the mansion gate this morning, have someone secretly bring them all back.
Do not let a single one escape."
Steward Mo nodded slightly and said, "Young Master, the City Lord recently acquired the legacy from that place.
The whole city is in unrest. At this juncture, we should try to keep a low profile."
A silent night passed, and dawn began to break.
Early in the morning, Steward Mo, along with dozens of guards, took away the children who were all born on the seventh day of the seventh month. 𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑝𝘶𝘣.𝑐𝘰𝘮
Since family members could not follow, Xu Zimei and the others could only wait in the great hall for news.
The great hall was cordoned off tightly, not allowing anyone to leave.
Everyone waited in the great hall all day long, and it was around the afternoon when Steward Mo walked in with a crestfallen expression.
"Who received the inheritance?" The family members quickly surrounded Steward Mo, anxiously asking.
"I am sorry, we didn’t expect this to happen," Steward Mo shook his head with a sigh.
"Not a single one was recognized by the inheritance."
"What do you mean?" A family member collapsed onto the ground, asking incredulously.
"All dead," Steward Mo paused for a moment before finally replying.
