gentleman's servant

"Mr. Gorman, are you sure you want to identify your father here?" The father's lawyer drew a sign of the cross on his chest: "God bless, a man and a child would do such an inhuman thing for the sake of money."

"Shut up! How dare you insult me, he is not my father, he was pretended by that bitch to keep the title of baroness! To drive me out of the house! For the property that should belong to me!" Thin and weak The young man roared hysterically.

"Silence!" The judge slammed the wooden hammer and said, "Mr. Gorman, what evidence do you have to prove that this man is a fake?"

"Of course I have evidence." The young man smiled viciously: "My father was injured by riding a horse, and he had a palm-long scar on his calf. The doctor who treated him at that time can testify that the person who went riding with him Gentlemen can also testify, you will not tell me that human scars can easily disappear."

"Show your legs for everyone to see!" Robert yelled.

"Objection!" Father's lawyer frowned: "Your Honor, their request is too unreasonable. This is invading the body of a nobleman, and it is completely illegal!"

The judge sighed and said: "Since the witness has already raised an objection, we cannot ignore it. If Baron Yuzak's dignity is violated, we can only ask him to forgive him. Can you ask him to come back and let us check?"

There was a lot of discussion at the scene, and some nobles had already spoken against this matter.

"This is too unreasonable, it is simply violating the dignity of nobles..."

"His son wants the title. I heard that their relationship is not good, so he framed his father..."

In such an atmosphere, I looked at my father nervously, and sure enough, I found that his face was also pale.

Where did the scar come from on his calf!

"My lord baron, please." The magistrate made a gesture of invitation to him.

My father shook his head, as if he was struggling for the last time, and said unwillingly, "You can't do this to me!"

"My lord, in court, your lord's order is above all else. If you refuse to obey, we will have to force you to show your calf." The magistrate said helplessly.

The sweat on the father's forehead grew more and more, and his eyes kept turning, but he still refused to step off the trial seat.

The magistrate had no choice but to step up to the trial seat to pull him, but it was strange, and I don't know what the magistrate said, the father's tense back suddenly relaxed, and he walked down the trial seat with him, and came behind a shutter.

The magistrate knelt down, and after a while he stood up and said: "My lord, the baron does have a scar on his leg."

"This is impossible! You are talking nonsense! You have been bought by him, let us see for ourselves!" Robert roared loudly.

"You have humiliated me in every possible way, what are you going to do to me!" My father glared at everyone, "Are you going to force me to be naked in front of everyone?"

He seemed to be in a state of desperation, so the broken pot fell, and he pushed it to the baffle, exposing his calf in front of everyone: "Okay, look, this is my scar, see it clearly!"

"No...no...it's impossible, he has scars too...he's not my father! He's not!" Gorman shouted like crazy.

"My lord, I didn't want to talk about the housework, but now I can't help it. My eldest son has always been mentally unstable, and my late wife has been discussing with me to send him to a mental hospital. Heal, but I don't want him to suffer. And now that sinister and vicious servant is using my poor son, because he is not clear, so tricked him to frame his father! Your honor, I have just encountered such a thing as my wife being killed , but today I stand here and suffer humiliation, please give me an explanation with kindness and justice." The father said, and even shed tears again.

A handsome and elegant gentleman suffered such a great injustice, and was persecuted by his own vicious servants, which aroused the dissatisfaction of all the nobles present.

"Hang him! Hang him!" shouted the excited crowd at Robert.

Robert fell off the plaintiff's seat with a pale face, and was grabbed by two sheriffs behind him. He was still struggling to say something, but his mouth was covered.

"The plaintiff, Robert, will be tried on the charge of violating the nobility." The judge announced: "As for your son, Mr. Gorman, I don't know what Baron Yuzak plans to do with him. Since he is not mentally stable, I still suggest that you send him to the court. Go to a professional institution for recuperation."

Gorman was terrified by the judge's words. He was only a young man in his early 20s, and he knew that he was a little impulsive. If he could be brought to court by someone like Robert, he knew that he was not smart.If he remained silent, then when the current baron died, he would be able to inherit the title in a legitimate way, instead of being suspected of having a mental problem, he might be sent to a mental hospital.

The father bowed humbly to the judge, and said with tears, "Thank you sir, let me take care of my son, and I will take good care of him."

This vigorous trial ended in an absurd way.

Everyone took it for granted, because the reason for the report was ridiculous, how could it really happen that a baron was impersonated.

No one knows, the most absurd is also the closest to the truth...

The father returned to the manor as a victor, triumphant and full of vigor, as if he suddenly looked ten years younger.

"Viscount Bruce helped me a lot. The sheriff is his man. He put the scar on me on the spot. I didn't expect that bastard to contact Gorman to report on me. The scar on my leg almost killed me. !” My father lifted up his trouser leg, revealing the hideous scar, and then gently peeled it off, and the scar was removed.

"It's so similar." He carefully put away the fake scar, and then said angrily, "I'm going to send that kid Gorman to a madhouse, and he'll be soaked in cold water and put on a splint!"

"Father... please don't do this..." I said dissatisfied.

"What did you say?" My father looked at me puzzled.

"Please don't send Mr. Gorman to a madhouse," I repeated.

"Are you crazy!" My father exclaimed: "He wants to kill me, I don't want to kill him, but you still don't let me send him to the madhouse! Do you want him to come and kill me again later!"

"Did Mr. Gorman do something wrong? Shouldn't he be blaming you? Didn't you pretend to be a baron? Didn't you take possession of the property that should belong to him? Then what's wrong with him standing in court!"

"Did I deliberately pretend to be the baron? This is because others forced me, and I have no choice but to do so!"

"You really had to, that's why I lied for you in court, but what about Mr. Gorman? He didn't do anything to you, right? Why did you send the innocent him to a mental hospital!"

"Because he wants to kill me! If I don't strike first, I will be the one who regrets it! You don't simply think that he is really innocent, right? He just wanted to kill me before he went to court. If he is really kind and has a heart Have mercy, you won't force me like this!" My father yelled at me, his face twisted angrily.

He walked up and down the room, and suddenly walked to the bookcase, and swept all the books inside to the floor.

"Do you blame me! I did something wrong. I was imprisoned in this dark place by that bitch. I thought I would be imprisoned for the rest of my life. I think about you and your mother every day, worrying that you will be killed by that woman. Now you come to blame me, do you still have a conscience!"

"I'm not blaming you...but...all this doesn't belong to us." I sighed: "We should return these to his real master, father, please come with me, I will take care of you, From now on, you and your mother will not be poor again."

"Why! You are crazy! Of course these are ours! Now that no one can threaten us, a fool will let go of everything that has been obtained!"

"I know you have suffered countless grievances, but our family can be reunited now. You shouldn't stay here any longer, because we are Eric, farmers for generations, not nobles. Even if we hide it for a while, we can't hide it for a lifetime."

Suddenly my father picked up a book, threw it at me, and said loudly, "Shut up! We can do what the nobles can do! Look! Look! These books, all the books here, are eight years old. I only hang out with these books, how do you think I can read Latin in court. I'm Eric, but I'm no worse than any noble gentleman, on the contrary, I'm smarter than them, better than them. By Why they just cast a good tire, they can enjoy the glory and wealth, but we can only live humblely in the dust. Baron Yuzak looks exactly like me, he is a baron, and I am a farmer; he eats bread, and I Eat loess; his wife and daughter wear silk and satin, my wife and daughter are in rags; his son is studying at a university, and my son is a servant! It's just because of noble birth! Now the noble also falls on my head Why can't I enjoy all of this with peace of mind, and I have worked hard to get it, do you think any farmer can pretend to be a baron!"

My father's words were like a hammer, hitting my chest one after another.

It's not that I don't understand, on the contrary, I understand this unwillingness and anger best.

In my previous life, I was never reconciled, because I was not reconciled, so I chased wealth and honor, even if I was blindfolded, even if I was bewitched by demons...

All of us in the Eric family are the same.

I am also not qualified to persuade my father to give up the status and wealth at his fingertips.

"I'm sorry that you refused to leave with me. In that case, you can stay here." I bowed to him and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going?" The father said in surprise, "Are you going? Why are you going? Is this place bad? Stay here and I can make you a gentleman, and you will become a gentleman."

I paused and said, "Father, I just want to ask you one question. Did you really kill Madam Avril just because you hated her?"

"What do you mean by that!" The father's voice suddenly rose, and he said loudly, "What do you mean!"

"Excuse me for being rude." I left the room without saying anything else.

There are many things that you cannot allow yourself to speculate, because once you let this speculation go, you will fall into endless doubts.

In the last life, it is unknown whether the disappearance of mother and An Qi was caused by Mrs. Avril Lavigne, or whether it was her father who took them away.

The only thing I know is what Oscar whispered in my ear after the trial.

"I just went to see Robert and he was yelling in prison and I got something out of him."

Oscar seemed to be a little hesitant, he was always decisive, and he rarely struggled like this.

"Your father wasn't forced at first. He actively cooperated with Mrs. Avril, so he was able to successfully impersonate the baron at the beginning. Think about it, a person who doesn't cooperate, even if he is threatened again, is it true? Is there no flaw? He seems to think that he can make a fake show with Mrs. Avril, so he started to intervene in the affairs of the manor, which aroused Mrs. Avril's dissatisfaction. She just wanted to find a puppet, but your father thought he was really a puppet. Her husband is dead, and Madam Avril imprisoned him because she wanted to turn against the client."

"So it's true that he wanted to run away, but I suspect that he killed Madam Avril on impulse. He was not simply angry that he was imprisoned. The moment he saw that you accidentally knocked Madam Avril unconscious, he committed murder Because his next series of actions are too rational, as if they were planned long ago, look at his performance in court, he is not as innocent as he said, we may all be punished He took advantage of..."