gentleman's servant

The autumn harvest of the manor is over, the farmers have a good harvest this year, they celebrate this good day in fixed festivals, towns and villages are holding parties, they sing and dance, drink and fight, enjoying the hard-earned celebrations of the year .

On this day, the castle was very lively, the baron gave the servants a holiday, and they could relax in the evening, whether it was dancing or drinking, no one blamed you.

As the object of exclusion, not only can I not attend the servants' meeting tonight, but I have to watch the night outside.

It's windy tonight.

There is water vapor in the air, there is a rumbling sound in the distance, maybe it will rain tonight...

I walked outside the castle with an oil lamp in my hand, inspecting the rooms that were not turned off and the doors and windows that were not closed.

The night was very cool, on the vast wasteland, the wind was blowing chaotically, and the lamp in my hand was shaking very violently.The sound of the night wind is like a screaming beast, agitating and howling, bringing desolate withering.

After tonight, the weather will turn cooler.

I want to leave tonight.

Today, everyone is celebrating the harvest, and no one will notice me leaving.

I didn't mean to run away secretly, but I felt ashamed to face those people. I was like a timid coward, afraid to face the eyes and accusations of others.The baron and the steward have spoken so harshly of me that, even if they are telling the truth, I am too embarrassed to face them.

This is escape.

But it doesn't matter, I'm just a humble little person, my escaping won't affect anyone, even if I leave secretly, I will be forgotten soon.

It's just that I haven't met the person I can't let go of for the last time, so I didn't leave right away.

Blowing out the lamp, I stood outside the castle, under the baron's window.

The light in his room was still on, and according to his usual habits, he should be reading.

I just looked there quietly like this, motionless.

It was pitch black all around, and the night wind made people feel chills all over.

Tonight's moonlight is covered by dark clouds, and even a few stars can't be seen.

I just stood like this for an unknown amount of time, until a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and there was a sudden rumble of thunder.

Not long after, the baron appeared at the window, he was watching the weather, perhaps worried about the autumn harvest.

I stood in a dark corner and he couldn't see me at all.

He stood by the window for a while, then disappeared from my sight.

After a while, the raindrops fell, getting bigger and bigger until they drenched me.

I was born in poverty, and poverty is just a simple synonym. Only those who really grew up in it can understand the meaning of poverty.Poverty is not not enough to eat, not to wear warm clothes, nowhere to live, not to be exhausted from working every day, not to put down one's dignity and beg for a little charity from the rich.Poverty is no love, no respect, no hope.

Because of poverty, my parents withdrew the love they should have given me. My brothers and sisters were unable to give birth to love because of poverty. In order to get rid of poverty and life without love, I tried my best and tried my best.

But love is not something that people like us can have. It's too extravagant. I paid the price of my life for it in my previous life. I don't want to love anyone anymore in this life.

But many times this kind of emotion comes too suddenly and strongly, so that when it happens, it's a done deal and it's hard to control.

The baron is a good man. He is one of the few people who is willing to give me warmth in my difficult life. He is even willing to give up his principles and persistence for me.He is an arrogant person, but even though he knew that I played with his feelings, fooled and humiliated him, and plotted against others in a dark and despicable way, he still didn't do anything to me.I think he must regret having developed feelings for such a despicable person as me, because it is against his noble character and gentleman's integrity.

But he forgot that he couldn't use his moral standards to demand me, because I was never a gentleman, I was just a humble servant as he always called me.

So he loves the wrong person, he shouldn't fall in love with me, and I don't deserve his love, he deserves better.

There must be someone who doesn't mind his appearance, but sees his inner excellence, that person will be like that Lord Francis, noble and elegant, kind and knowledgeable, and they are more suitable.

Enough is enough, I've been standing under his window for too long.

The rain soaked all my clothes, and it was freezing cold.

I sneaked into his study just now and left him a letter, which he can read in the morning.

In the letter, I told about the gold box and asked him to examine it carefully. The viscount ordered me to steal it and use it to send him to the execution ground.

Such an abrupt statement is very absurd. I don't know if he will believe it or take it to heart.

Even if he doesn't check the gold box, it doesn't matter, he just needs to be careful not to be stolen. As for the Viscount's family, I will still kill them with my own hands, and they won't come to harm him again.

I owed him in the previous life, so I should be able to use this to settle it in this life.Even if life is too precious to be repaid in such a simple way, I can't repay him more, because I have nothing in the first place.

I took one last look at the window of the Baron's bedroom, and turned back into the depths of the dark moor.

……

In the early morning, Delman Manor was in a dull and depressing atmosphere, and every servant was trembling with fear.His lordship was in a rage this morning, apparently because a servant had absconded during the night.

It rained heavily last night, and it still hasn't cleared up today. The weather suddenly turned cold and there was thick fog everywhere.In a dark study, a lonely man is silently holding a letter.The room was very dark, with a strong damp smell, which seemed to reflect the lost mood of the owner.

The baron asked the butler in a weary voice, "Have you found him yet?"

"He should have left alone. He didn't disturb anyone, and he didn't take anything with him." The butler placed an oil lamp in front of the baron: "I found it downstairs outside your window."

The baron looked at the candlestick for a while, and suddenly buried himself in his arms, and said softly, "Hilton, he's gone."

The butler panicked, he didn't expect his master to be so sad.

"It's all my fault. I drove him away. He doesn't want to see me anymore." The baron trembled.

"No, Lord Baron, don't think so." The old butler panicked.

"I was the one who treated him badly, I... I did something to hurt him, so he left me and left." The baron said painfully.

"No! No, my lord, you must not reproach yourself. It was I, it was I who made the servants ostracize her, made trouble with him, and reprimanded him. That's why he went away. I didn't think he would leave suddenly."

The baron was stunned, he looked at the butler in disbelief, and clenched his fists angrily for a while: "Why did you do this!"

The housekeeper lowered his head in self-blame: "I just wanted to teach him a lesson, to make him understand the superiority and inferiority. I didn't think of it... It's all my responsibility, please punish me."

The baron sighed, he couldn't be angry with the housekeeper who took care of him since he was a child, he shook his head and said: "No, he didn't leave because of your troubles, I can't put the blame on you, he wants He left because of me. In fact, he was very kind to me, but I was too greedy, I want...I want him to love me. "

"Master Baron, why do you treat such a kid..." Hilton gritted his teeth and said, "He is just an uneducated country mud leg, why do you bother about such a person? What a noble person you are, as long as you Anyone you want, you can have, and they will be infinitely better than him."

The baron looked at the butler and shook his head. He said in a deep voice, "Hilton, you don't understand, isn't he a mud leg? He stays with me, neither for money nor for power. I know, I can see from him. I know from his eyes that no man has ever given me such a look, his eyes tell me that he will not hurt me, but just make me feel warm."

"Lord Baron..." The butler looked at him sadly, because the person in front of him was already crying unknowingly.

"Do you know? He has brought me more happiness than I have put together over the years. He makes me feel that my life is full of color and meaning, and makes me feel very happy to be alive." The baron said sadly: "I I like him, I love him, how could he just leave me like this..."

"We will find him." The housekeeper said anxiously: "We can go to his house to find him, maybe he will come back by himself."

After a while, the baron calmed down. He looked at the waste paper clenched in his hand, and suddenly got up and opened a cabinet. He took out a key, and then opened the secret cabinet where he kept important items.

Among the heaps, the baron drew out a handsome gold box.

"Hilton, you have been following my father, do you know what this is?" the baron asked.

"Sorry, I don't seem to have seen this box before." Hilton shook his head.

The baron opened the box and looked around. It was an empty box, a relic left by his father, and there was nothing special about it.

"Uh...the lid seems to have another layer..." Hilton touched the heavy lid and said.

The Baron found that there was indeed a slit in the lid.

The housekeeper found a piece of iron and gently lifted the lid of the box, but unexpectedly it was hollow inside, and there was a medal inside.

The baron picked up the medal, read the words on it, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

The butler opened his eyes wide in horror, and looked at the baron in disbelief: "This... this is..."

The baron took a deep breath and quickly recalled that no one knew about such a long time ago.If you can know such a private matter, then no one else knows except the Viscount who lived with his father.

The baron frowned. He put the medal back into the box, then looked at Hilton butler and said, "Listen..."