gentleman's servant

The next morning, at the dinner table, the baron said to the viscount's family, "I have something to go to the capital, what are your plans?"

This question, like an order to evict a guest, made the viscount cold, but he didn't answer immediately. Instead, the viscountess smiled and said, "Go and do your work if you have something to do. We are fine here."

The baron didn't bother them, nodded and said: "Then, I will go out in the morning, and it will be inconvenient for me to see you off when you leave."

Even the viscountess couldn't put a smile on her face when she was driving people so naked.The baron clearly said that when he came back, he didn't want to see the viscount's family anymore.

After a meal, the baron ordered people to pack up the carriages and horses and left the manor. He took several servants with him, and I was naturally among them.

No one knows what the baron is doing in the capital all of a sudden, but I vaguely understand his thoughts.

He wants me to be separated from the Viscount's family...

During this trip, the Baron no longer stayed at home all day long. He began to go out often, not to meet guests, but to play around.

I know that the Baron has a quiet personality and doesn't like lively occasions. He spends more time reading in his study and entertaining himself, so he rarely goes to theaters or concert halls.

The strangest thing is that he always takes me with him when he goes out.

Last time he did that kind of thing to me rudely, I thought he had disliked me, who knew he would let me follow him all day long.

He didn't communicate with me either, he just stared at me angrily like he was always sulking.

One day, I went to the theater with him.

This theater is very large, the largest theater in the entire capital. All the latest plays and the most famous actors are performed here, and noble gentlemen also like to come here.

The baron asked for a private room on the second floor, and there were only the two of us in the private room.

The play was called "Falman," and it was about an aristocratic woman who was deceived by villains, eloped and then abandoned.After several twists and turns, she worked as a maid, a peasant woman, and a prostitute, and finally she was found and married by a man who truly loved her. It was a happy story.The Baron has been watching this play for three days straight, and I really don't know why a play that makes a coquettish heroine appeal to a man like the Baron, who doesn't even read romance novels.

The heroine is a very sexy woman with beautiful blond hair, full breasts and buttocks, who is a high-class prostitute and is said to be the daughter of a down-and-out gentleman.

She sang: "The Virgin Mary is crying, the nightingale is in love with the devil's son, his smile is surrounded by thorns and flowers, and the road he trod is soaked in blood..."

"Why do you think Dalia always misses Frederick? I imagine that he will come back to pick her up. He has done so many bad things and even abandoned her." The baron asked suddenly.

This is the first time the baron has communicated with me in many days. Usually he just gives orders.

But his question made me tangled for a while. Dalia is the heroine, and Frederick is the villain the heroine falls in love with.

I did not answer his question, and the Baron looked at me for a moment, then averted his gaze.

He looked at the stands and said sarcastically, "Maybe it's because Federer is so good-looking. Many people are so stupid. They are obsessed with appearance and carnal desire, so they can't extricate themselves."

The baron's sarcasm made me feel as if I was being squeezed, and I felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Soon, the play was over.

When the baron and I went to the lobby on the first floor, we met an acquaintance.

Mrs. Shirley appeared in front of us with a young man on her arm.

Since they had met each other several times, the baron had to go up to greet her even though he was obviously disgusted.

"Good day, ma'am." The baron bowed to her.

"Oh, what a coincidence." Mrs. Shirley introduced her male companion with a smile, and then she looked at me with interest: "I remember you, you used to be at Viscount Bruce's manor."

"It's an honor to see you again." I leaned forward and said, although I knew her well, we acted like strangers to each other, which was a kind of tacit understanding between you and me.

"You are an excellent manservant. It is hard to find a good manservant now. After I heard the news about the dismissal of the servants at Mormont Manor, I planned to choose a few of them. I didn't expect you to have found a place to go." Mrs. Shirley blinked. Said with a wink.

The baron sneered and said, "I didn't expect you, madam, to like this servant so much."

As he spoke, he looked at me: "Mr. Eric, it seems that Mrs. Shirley has praised you a lot. Do you want to leave the manor and go to Mrs. Shirley's house?"

The baron has always been a very calm person, it is hard to imagine that he would say such angry words.Of course, he behaved very calmly, as if he was really a gentle and polite gentleman, just making room for a lady.

But I know that I must not give the answer perfunctorily.

I immediately expressed my determination: "My master is you, although I am rude to this honorable lady, please do not dismiss me, master."

For a moment, the atmosphere was strangely awkward.

Madam Shirley shook her fan and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I always respect the wishes of the servants."

The baron also smiled and bowed: "In that case, I'm sorry."

So, with Lady Shirley on her arm, I followed the Baron as we passed them.

This is a small episode, but the consequences are not very good.

As soon as we got home, the baron sent me to follow him to the study, where he told me to turn my back on me.

When the baron's cravat covered my eyes again, I began to panic violently.

To be honest, I hate this kind of sex. Although I am mentally prepared, this inexplicable panic is hard to suppress.

This time the process was still long and exhausting, without any caressing, foreplay, or even kissing. After the end, he left me again and left the study in a hurry.

I put on my clothes and planned to go back to deal with it, but I met Hilton butler as soon as I went out. He didn't notice my unnatural look, but told me to help.

"The wine merchant has brought new wine, come and help me pour the wine into the warehouse." He said hastily.

I couldn't refuse, and hurriedly followed him to the basement.

The negociant sent about two racks of wine, all of which had to be screened before being bottled.

Enduring my physical discomfort, I stood here all afternoon.

At night, I felt a little hot in my body, and my feet began to feel weak. Maybe when I did it during the day, there was a tear there, and I always felt pain when I walked.

Sure enough, when I returned to my bedroom at night, I found that there was indeed an injury.

Although the Baron had dilated before, I was very nervous and had almost no pleasure. It is conceivable that the dry intestinal wall would rupture.

It was very embarrassing to be injured in such a place. I dealt with the injury clumsily, and then went to bed. I felt hot all over my body in a daze, but I couldn't wake up no matter what.

The dreams were all about the past. I was hiding in the Middle East from hunger and cold. The fear surrounded me and I couldn't escape.

Then something cold touched my forehead, and I became a little more awake.

I heard the Baron's voice: "Is he all right?"

"Maybe...he needs to take a cold bath. He has a fever and his condition is not very good." The stranger said cautiously.

"...I don't think the cold water bath will work, forget it...you back off."

The Baron changed my towels again, and sat down by my bed.

I felt my hand being held and then I heard his whisper, "I'm sorry..."

I couldn't hear the following words clearly, and I fell into a deep sleep again.

When I woke up in the morning, the person who took care of me had been replaced by a maid.

"Mr. Eric, are you better?" The maid respected me with a cautious expression.

"Oh, I'm fine." I nodded.

"Last night, you suddenly fell ill with a fever. The master invited a doctor and sent someone to buy ice overnight..." said the maid.

This is really bad, I sighed in annoyance, it seemed that I caused him a lot of trouble, I thought it was nothing to do with it, but how could he find out that I was sick?Did he come to see me on purpose?

Soon, I knew the answer.

When I saw the Hilton butler again, he looked at me with a strange look, which contained scrutiny and dissatisfaction.I am very familiar with this kind of gaze. In the previous life, the butler used this gaze to remind me all the time, because the baron has a special interest in me, so I can become the baron's personal servant.

The door outside the servant's room had a large lock, and the key was held by the butler, without whom the baron could not enter the servant's quarters.

"Mr. Eric, are you feeling better?" The housekeeper didn't even call me by my first name anymore, but called my surname very strangely.

I nodded with some disappointment: "I'm fine, I'm sorry to trouble you." In this life, this housekeeper has always had a good impression of me, but it seems that the good impression is gone now.

"The baron ordered that you can rest well, and you don't have to go upstairs to serve during this time," said the butler.