gentleman's servant

The author has something to say: (Fat particles: Hello everyone, anyone who has read "A Gentleman's Manor" knows that "A Gentleman's Manor" is a novel adapted from "A Gentleman's Servant". Originally, "A Gentleman's Servant" was just a short story. But now I want to rewrite this article that has been stuck for more than a year. All in order to thank a lovely girl who actually drew a comic for "Gentlemen's Manor", and the fat is honestly stunned, I didn't expect it at all. I have re-written the outline, but Fatty is very busy during work, and the update speed will not be very fast, and it may be interrupted occasionally, but Fatty will try to update this article as much as possible. I hope you will like it. In addition, this This novel has nothing to do with "A Gentleman's Manor". Although some passages are exactly the same, Fatty really doesn't bother to change it ==. According to the outline, this article may be a bit wrong, but it's all happy ending, and it won't be abused. , so you don’t have to worry too much.)

It was early winter, and the room was extremely gloomy and cold. I lay on the snow-white and warm quilt, exhausted, and didn't want to get up at all.But I knew I had to get up, the wake-up bell had just rang, it was 5 o'clock in the morning, and I had to get dressed within 10 minutes and go downstairs for breakfast.

I am a junior valet at Mormont Manor.

He quickly put on his shirt and vest, washed his face with cold water, and put on a silver-white wig.

On the hanger was a black and white striped valet's coat, which I ironed last night before going to bed.Put it on carefully, put on the white gloves, put on the sheepskin high-heeled shoes, I look very energetic in the mirror.

On leaving the room I met Simon, who lived next door, and we hurried to the servants' dining room before we even had time to say hello.

People were coming and going in the hall downstairs, and a junior maid with a white apron covered with ashes was lighting the fireplace. There was a choking smell in the air, which was the smoke from damp dry wood. Seeing that the maid is a novice, she has no experience in lighting high-end fireplaces.

The housekeeper, Selina, hurried over and exclaimed in disbelief: "God! Why are you so stupid, you girl, I'm going to be driven crazy by you, how did you get all these smokes! Can't have breakfast because of the smoke early in the morning? Open the window quickly to ventilate, some of you come over and light the fireplace for her." She directed several maids to go around.

Selena is the housekeeper of the entire Mormont Manor. She is over 40 years old, her brown hair is neatly combed into a bun, and she always wears plain black skirts. There is not even a single pattern on the skirts.She has a serious personality, is unsmiling, and sometimes is very severe. Under her stare, many people are too scared to speak, just like the lower-level maid who did something wrong just now, she was scared all over in front of Selena trembling.

When I stepped into the servant's dining room, it was already full of people. On both sides of the long table were three or four servants dressed in the same clothes as me, and more than a dozen maids in light pink cotton tutu skirts.I sat down in my seat and waited quietly for the arrival of the butler of Mormont Manor.

I was just a junior valet, seated last, and Simon was also a junior valet, sitting next to me, and he was whispering to me that a new maid across the way was very beautiful.The buzzing at the dining table disappeared instantly when the butler Aaron walked in, and everyone stood up, waiting for the butler Aaron to sit at the head of the long table.

The butler Aaron has served in Mormont Manor for nearly 40 years. From a young boy to gray hair, it is said that he has been the butler of Mormont Manor since his grandfather's generation. Now his son is studying in middle school, etc. After graduation, he will also become the butler of Mormont Manor.Time flies, time only left traces on his face, but his life trajectory has been the same for decades.After he took his seat, he waved to the people on both sides, and everyone sat down and began to eat.No one spoke, no one made unnecessary movements, just a quick meal.

Suddenly a bell rang, and there were two rows of bells hanging on the snow-white wall, with thin wires attached to the bells, and one of the bells was shaking.

The housekeeper, Selena, stood up and said, "Madam is awake, bring the coffee up now."

The lady's two maids immediately put down the tableware and hurried to the kitchen.

The servants at the dining table left one by one. Simon and I came to the main dining room, folded the white printed tablecloth on the long table neatly, put them in the basket, then took out the new tablecloth that had just been dried yesterday, and carefully covered the tabletop.

There are some wrinkles on the white tablecloth. I take a kettle filled with boiling water and iron it quickly until the tablecloth is completely flat.

"It's too slow, isn't it done yet!" Two senior servants came in carrying a small table with silver cutlery.

"It's ready." I took the hot water bottle and said respectfully.

The senior male servants arranged the silver tableware in an orderly manner one after the other.

"What are you still doing here! Go do what you should do!" A senior manservant glanced at Simon and me, and said coldly.

Simon stood aside, wanting to learn how they set the tableware. After all, we are low-level servants and are not qualified to serve meals.Unfortunately, the senior servants didn't want us to learn what we shouldn't know, and they drove us away indifferently.

Simon and I had to head to the kitchen, which was buzzing.The head chef is a tall man with a big belly. He gives orders like a king and asks the cooks to help him.The food just out of the pan has been placed on a silver plate, hot and fragrant, and covered with a shiny silver lid.I took the tray and walked out of the kitchen, standing upright at the door of the main dining room, waiting for the hosts to serve before passing the food in.

Simon was also standing beside me with a silver tray, complaining in a low voice to the two senior footmen just now.

"What's so great about them, they're too arrogant."

"Shh, keep your voice down, you'll be heard," I said.

"One day I will become the Viscount's personal servant." Simon said.

"Being a valet requires literacy." I whispered.

"I'm learning to spell. I asked Uncle John to buy a book for me a while ago." Simon glanced out the gray window and said, "The weather doesn't look good. Are you going home today?"

"I asked Aaron's housekeeper for instructions three months ago. I only have half a day off. I have to go back whether it rains or not."

"What are you going back to do? Give all your wages to your drunken mother?"

I said, "She has 3 kids to feed and she needs money."

"I hope she doesn't immediately trade all your money for wine," Simon said sarcastically. "You might as well go and buy a new pair of shoes."

I looked down at my sheepskin high-heeled shoes, they were a bit old, although I carefully wiped them to make them look very clean, but if you look carefully, you will find the seams at the corners.This is a very disgraceful thing. If Aaron, the chief steward, finds out, he may drive me away because I have lost the face of Mormont Manor.

"Just ask a craftsman to fix it." I looked at the upper and said, in fact, my socks are also very torn and need new ones.

Outdated shoes and socks, and a patched shirt inside, I look much more downcast than in my previous life.

I remember at this time in my previous life, I had just become a junior servant at Mormont Manor, holding the wages I earned.Ambitious, scrappy, and competitive, I spent all my wages on decent clothes, on books to learn spelling and arithmetic, and on bribing the valet to teach me manners...

The busy day finally passed, and I walked on the country road with a basket of bread baked by the cook for me.

Yorkshire in the early winter was desolate, with high weeds. One or two shepherds drove a few sheep past the trail. The sheep with black fur were gnawing on the turf leisurely, and a mongrel dog drove them around.

I took a deep breath and exhaled a lot of white mist. The tip of my nose was probably red from the cold, and I couldn't breathe.This feeling makes me uncomfortable and brings back very similar pains in my memory...

……

The man suffering from severe typhoid was lying on the shabby bed, breathing hard.

The priest stood by the bed and asked, "Are you Owen?"

The man was panting heavily, his face was pale, and he looked at the priest with fear, and said with difficulty, "Father...why are you here? Are you...are you here to...receive Holy Communion for me..."

The priest said: "No, I won't let you receive Holy Communion, you'll be fine. I'm just, just... If you take advantage of my visit, say, to make a confession or something, then I'd love it. I am a pastor and always take every opportunity to bring back my lamb."

There was a long silence, the man was out of breath, and nodded slightly.

The priest said: "God's mercy is boundless, my child, please follow me and say: 'I repent to the Almighty Lord...to the eternal chaste Mary...'"

The priest paused now and then to allow the dying to follow.Finally, he said: "Okay, you repent..."

The man murmured something, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"I lied to him, betrayed him..."

The priest repeated: "You are guilty of deceiving others..."

The man's panting became more rapid, his body began to convulse, and big tears fell down. He kept repeating: "Cheat him, betray him..."

After a convulsion, the man's breathing gradually stopped.

The priest put the cross on the man and asked his neighbors, "Does he have any relatives?"

The neighbor said: "I don't know, he has been living alone..."

……

A gust of cold wind blew by, and I shivered a little, shaking off the memories in my mind.

The cold death seemed like yesterday.

I was so unconscious that I wondered if I was still in a dream.

I am a lost lamb and I have committed sin.

I don't know if the Lord has forgiven me.

If you forgive me, why everything yesterday is still repeating itself.

If there is no forgiveness, why do you let me come back with my memory...