"Identify yourself!" the residential guard asked a young man in his early 20s who approached the gates wanting to enter.
"I am Lucas, Servant of Ndulou Miyano. I am here to serve my master. " He introduced himself while he handed his wooden plaque with the Baron's crest and his license as a butler, but the guards threw the plaque near Lucas' feet, sneering at him.
"Scams nowadays don't make their research. Look here. The baron you are talking about cannot even afford at least a bronze plaque. Look how shabby your wooden crest is here. "
"So what if he cannot afford a bronze? "he asked plainly.
Lucas expected this type of reaction from the people, but he still cannot help himself from being vexed over his master's family being mocked.
"It means he cannot afford to train a servant. Where do you steal this identification card? It seems too authentic. Similar to the Marquis servants' identification cards."
