Strange Things at Every Turn

"Was it suppressed by Yaozai?"

After much thought, the Scribe could only come up with this one possibility.

Among the Demon Slayer Corps, he was the only one who could, to some extent, stop the spread of information.

It seems that Yaozai also doesn't believe that the Scribe would do such a thing.

Of course, this also provides the Scribe with another piece of information.

Despite consuming so many Demon Slayer's brains, they still haven't sent the photos to the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters.

Otherwise, no matter how much Ubuyashiki Kagaya wanted to cover it up, it would be impossible.

"That Brain Eater is thinking something."

While chatting with the two swordsmen, the Scribe was pondering why the Brain Food had not been announced yet.

"What obstacles have you encountered?"

"Or rather, the human nobleman who cooperated with him forcibly suppressed it for a period of time."

Even after saying goodbye to the swordsman, the Scribe could not think of a more reasonable reason.

It's important to understand that the purpose of the brain food that day was very clear: to break ties between himself and the Demon Slayer Corps.

But the news has yet to reach the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen.

The only ones who knew, Tanjiro and his group, also kept quiet at Ubuyashiki Kagaya's request.

Throughout the journey, the Scribe kept pondering this question.

One evening, he arrived at the town where Shinri Family lived.

"This is the Shinri Family."

In a bustling town, an old man with white hair and beard led Scribe to a mansion.

"Young man, judging from your appearance, it seems to be your first time here?"

"Yes, I've come as a guest at the invitation of the Shinri Family."

The old man was the Scribe encountered after entering the town and asking about the location of the Shinri Family mansion.

Unexpectedly, when the old man heard that the Scribe was looking for the Shinri Family, he volunteered to bring the Scribe himself.

Even though he was panting heavily from exhaustion, the old man's face was still full of smiles.

"Let me tell you, the Shinri Family are all good people, completely different from other families."

"He speaks politely and often helps the poor."

"Young man, you must be a very kind person to have been invited."

With a smile, the Scribe indicated that he was just an ordinary person and not as good as the old man had described.

After giving the old man some money, the Scribe watched him leave.

He then strode toward the Shinri Family's residence.

Chapter 510 is full of eeriness.

Like most families, the Shinri Family's gate is guarded.

Upon noticing that the Scribe was walking in their direction, a tall, robust man blocked his way.

"Hello, sir, how can I help you?"

The man's first words were not aggressive; instead, he asked the Scribe what was wrong.

"Do you need directions, or is there something else?"

With a raised eyebrow, the Scribe realized that the man was indeed as the old man had described.

The fact that even the gatekeeper possessed such refinement made the Scribe curious whether the rest of the Shinri Family were the same.

"I was invited to visit."

"Visit?"

The man glanced back at his companion, and after seeing the other shake his head, he looked back at the Scribe.

"I'm sorry, we haven't received any notification that any distinguished guests are visiting recently."

"Yes, because the invitation didn't specify a particular time."

As he spoke, the Scribe took out the invitation from his pocket.

Upon seeing the invitation, the man's expression changed, his head lowered slightly, and his legs came together.

He stretched out his arms and caught it with both hands.

"So grand?"

Upon seeing the other person's actions, Scribe's face twitched slightly.

It was just an ordinary little thing, but they insisted on making it sound like receiving an imperial edict.

After the man respectfully accepted the invitation, he did not open it, but instead began to explore it.

After a short while, he seemed to have touched something and nodded slightly.

Please wait a moment.

As he spoke, he jogged over to another guard and whispered something to him.

The second guard's gaze towards the Scribe changed upon hearing this, now filled with respect and awe.

Immediately afterwards, he pushed open the door and rushed inside.

After a while, the guard ran out of the mansion and whispered something in the ear of the first guard.

"This is so troublesome."

Watching the two guards running around, for some reason, the Scribe felt a little uncomfortable.

It's such a simple thing, yet they've made the process so complicated. He has no idea what the Shinri Family is up to.

A strange feeling welled up from the depths of my heart.

Finally, after listening to what the guard who had run into the mansion had to say, the first guard nodded and walked toward the Scribe.

Sorry to keep you waiting, sir. We have verified your identity. Please come in.

As he spoke, he gestured for them to proceed and led the way.

As the guard led the way, the Scribe asked a question with some curiosity.

"Did you request to do these things yourselves, or did the Shinri Family make you do them?"

"I think so."

With a simple, honest smile, the man explained.

"At the beginning, many people were not used to this method."

"But gradually, I got used to it."

"Moreover, the wages offered by the Shinri Family are much higher than those of other families, so this is acceptable."

Upon hearing this, the Scribe narrowed his eyes and began to think.

"May I have your name."

"I'm sorry, sir, but according to regulations, I cannot tell you my real name."

"If you really want to give me a name, you can call me Gatekeeper Number Five."

"Was this also ordered for you by the Shinri Family?"

"Yes, supposedly for easier management."

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and the Scribe asked the man a few more questions.

With his explanation, I gained a basic understanding of the guard's workflow.

What we saw before were processes in situations where the visitor's identity was uncertain.

If the visitor's specific identity is known, according to the rules of the Shinri Family, they will be divided into several different levels.

Each level has a different set of procedures and steps.

The highest level even includes carpets on the floor.

The guards' names are also quite significant; the one with number five is number six.

Besides the two of them, there were four other people: one, two, three, and four.

Group 1 and 2 together, and group 3 and 4 together.

The six people were divided into three groups, with each group responsible for one-third of the 24 hours of the day, which is eight hours of guard duty.

If there is any sudden event or an emergency, a different procedure will be followed.

There are strict rules about the start and end times of each day, and the Shinri Family even has special personnel to supervise Number Five and his group.

"A guard who oversees the guards?"

Upon hearing this news, the Scribe frowned.

It's eerie, eerie everywhere.

Although everything in the Shinri Family was in perfect order, the Scribe always felt that something was amiss.

These guards were not only stripped of their names while on duty, but they also underwent rigorous training in their positions and movements.

It seems that what the Shinri Family needs is not a group of guards, but a group of machines.

A group of machines trained by them that only know how to follow the rules.

"We've arrived. This is the waiting room."

The man walking in front suddenly stopped and pointed to a room ahead.

"Please come in, sir. I'm sorry to bother you."

With that, the man prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment."

At this moment, the Scribe suddenly spoke up and stopped him.

What does "waiting room" mean?

Looking at the nicely decorated but not luxurious room in front of him, Scribe said with a puzzled expression.

"Is this the place for receiving guests?"

"No, a waiting room is a place to wait, as the name suggests."

With a slight smile, the man explained.

"Please wait a moment. Soon, someone will come to take you to the appropriate meeting room."

"Specialized? Are there different levels for that?"

"I don't know the specifics, but it's highly likely."

The man shook his head, indicating that it was outside his knowledge.

When the Shinri Family trained them, they didn't tell them anything about guarding.

The reason he said it was highly likely was simply because it was his long-standing speculation.

"I understand, you can go now."

With a wave of his hand, the Scribe indicated that the man could leave.

He then went into the waiting room.

Sure enough, just as the man had predicted, a waiter-looking man walked in shortly afterward.

After confirming the Scribe's identity, they led him deeper into the mansion.

On the way, the Scribe also asked him some questions.

The result was similar to that of Guard Number Five.