gentleman's servant

The textile factory invested by Oscar is getting bigger and bigger. Thanks to abundant funds and advanced machines, his products have entered the market and sold well.The other textile factories were not very satisfied, because Oscar was originally engaged in sea speculation, and he had much more connections than ordinary businessmen.Many suppliers came to visit him, but most of the time they would be rejected by Lord Viscount.

But this day a special guest came, he was my former employer, Mr. Gabriel.

After hearing this gentleman's name, Oscar frowned first, and then directly refused the meeting.

He told the servant, "Just say I'm out."

Naturally, no one would believe such an obvious excuse.If it was normal, Oscar would not mind meeting strange suppliers, and directly refused to meet Gabriel. Obviously, the viscount had a bad impression of this gentleman.

It's a pity that Mr. Gabriel lacks the sophistication of the nobles. If he can't wait for the first day, he will come the next day. If he can't wait the next day, he will come every day. It's really annoying.

Oscar hates Mr. Gabriel for a number of reasons.

It's not because he is a businessman. Oscar has many businessman friends. Unlike those nobles who look down on businessmen, Oscar believes that the merchant class is much more lively than the decadent nobles. Many people are very shrewd and shrewd enough to be respected.

But Gabriel was clearly not one of them. Oscar had complained about him to my face when he brought me back to the manor.

"This cotton spinner is rich and heartless. I heard that in the past few years, more than 50 women and children have died in his spinning mill. The heavy work can crush a healthy adult to death."

I'm unbelievable that Oscar is so angry.

After all, this is the case for most factories, whether it is mining farms, steel mills, textile mills, which factory does not squeeze workers to survive?Everyone is silently accepting this kind of oppression. After all, if you refuse to work, others will not force you, and new people will soon replace you. In this society, there are countless people who cannot find jobs or eat, so Who can blame the factory owner for being stingy when he has a job to thank God for?

But Oscar obviously looked down on him.

"That guy can spend thousands of pounds to buy some tasteless paintings, but so many people are squeezed to death in his factory every year. Not only that, when dead or injured workers come to him, he will not only compensate him for anything No, they ordered people to drive them away, and even insulted and ridiculed those poor people. Can you be superior if you are rich? Can you be merciless if you are rich? People who are cruel to others will eventually be treated cruelly by fate." Oscar said: "I know there is a financial problem with his factory, but I will not meet him."

Then he glared at me again and said, "Did you leave me at that time just to go to that kind of place to seek death? You are lucky that you didn't contract tuberculosis and fever. If you stay in that kind of factory for a long time, the workers can't even survive." At 30 years old, he will die of coughing at a young age."

In fact, I didn't stay in the factory for too long. I was taken away by Mr. Gabriel as his butler within a few days of working, but Oscar has always been worried about this.

"Since you don't like his interruption, I'll ask him to leave."

I walked outside the manor and met Mr. Gabriel whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

He looked very respectable, and his attire and manners had obviously improved a lot compared with the past.

"Owen, is that you?" He said in surprise, "Is the Viscount here? Is it convenient for him to see me?"

"I'm sorry, sir, it's inconvenient for the Viscount to meet with you." I said to him, "He's very busy recently, and I'm afraid he won't be able to find the time."

"Oh, that's right." He said disappointedly.

Even Mr. Gabriel could understand what this meant, Viscount Oscar didn't want to see him at all.

"Why is this? In the past, Lord Viscount clearly got along well with me, Owen, do you know the reason?" He asked me anxiously.

Oscar had never gotten along well with him... The perfunctory way he was getting along with Gabriel was so obvious that he was trying to suppress the discomfort to talk to him.

Gabriel sat on the grass outside the gate with his head covered.

After a while, he actually started to cry sadly.

"I'm dying, what am I going to do?" he cried.

"Sir, what happened?"

"You remember that bitch Lily?" he said.

I remember, of course, the high-class whore with whom Mr. Gabriel had been smitten to death.

"She lied to me. She said she helped me contact a noble lord to do business, but they turned out to be liars. The money they lied to me disappeared and all my funds disappeared, and the factory was about to close down." He red Said with closed eyes.

I didn't expect that Mr. Gabriel, who is as smart as Mr. Gabriel, could be deceived. Sure enough, men who fall in love are blind.

"No one can help me..." Finally, he got into the carriage and left.

After I went back to the study, Oscar asked me: "He left?"

"Yes, he's disappointed," I said.

Not long after, Gabriel's factory was bought by others, and someone said later that he was seen working as a worker in other textile factories...

This is just a small episode, but I never thought that when I was taking a bath for Oscar one day, he suddenly asked me: "When you were Mr. Gabriel's valet, did you help him dress and take a bath like this?"

"Of course, what do you think a valet does," I said.

He turned his head and stared at me for a long time, and said angrily: "You must have had a good time with him. I begged you, but you didn't come back with me."

He still has heart knots about me leaving him, and he is unhappy when he thinks about it, and even throws out his temper for unwarranted things.

"Yeah, not only did I have a good time, I also shared the same bed with him and took a bath. I really hate to leave him." I said intentionally.

He snorted angrily and said, "Then you go, your Mr. Gabriel is in despair and needs you by his side."

"Then I'm leaving, what can you do?" I said with a smile.

"I don't need you, you are a cruel and ruthless guy, you just know how to piss me off and pick my heart." He turned his face away and refused to look at me.

I leaned over to hug him and was pushed away by him.

"I can't bear you, who else in this world can treat me so well except Mr. Oscar?" I kissed him and said, "Even if you drive me out, I will build a shed outside the manor and watch you from a distance every day."

In fact, Lord Viscount is also quite easy to coax, say a few sweet words, and immediately feel happy again.Of course he's still stern and won't smile, if you ignore the upturned corners of his mouth that he's trying to suppress.

"You don't believe me." He still said awkwardly.

"Then why are you willing to trust me?"

"I can't believe it..."

I kissed him, then took off my clothes, stepped into the bathtub, and forced the awkward Viscount to blushed and said out of breath that I believed it.

Then, he hugged me tightly, as if he was really afraid that we would be separated.

But after a while, he asked me stupidly again: "You didn't share the same bed with him and take a bath with him, did you?"

Mr. Oscar is too serious to joke with him like this.

I asked him with a headache: "If I say it's true, would you believe it?"

He turned his face away, with a very sad look, and muttered: "If you say it is true, I will believe it, but you know that it will make me sad, why do you deliberately say it to make me feel uncomfortable."

Hey, this is pitiful, and my guilt has risen.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have joked with you like that," I said.

"I love you, Owen." He grabbed me and said, "You understand? I really love you, and even the joke hurts."

My heart tugged, I held his hand, and said seriously: "I love you too, so I won't make such jokes with you again."

"I won't let you go, you must always stay by my side." He leaned on my shoulder and said silently: "I want to be with you forever, even death can't separate us, my heart will always be with you around you."

A few days later, the first snow since the beginning of winter this year fell.

Oscar took the carriage to the royal capital to attend the banquet. This time I did not follow, because Mr. Steward entrusted me with many affairs of the manor. He is already very old, and he mentioned several times that he would let me take over his duties.

I ordered the servants to light up the fire, prepare fragrant food, and stand at the gate together waiting for the viscount's arrival before his carriage returned.

The carriage slowly drove into the manor, and the wheels left two rows of clear marks on the snow-covered ground.

The carriage stopped in front of the castle, the servant opened the door, and the Viscount wearing a black cloak stepped out of the carriage.

Maybe it was because he had to go out in the cold winter, which made him unhappy, but when he looked up and saw me, there was a soft smile on his cold face.

He asked me at the door: "It's really cold today, what do you prepare in the kitchen?"

"It's your favourite, my lord. Come in." I bowed to him.

"There's no need for a lot of people to stand here waiting for me. It's so cold outside." He said as he walked in.

I watched him take off his cloak, and suddenly remembered the scene when he stepped into Mormont Manor for the first time a few years ago. At that time, I stood in the distance and looked at him, and he was the same, wearing a thick black cloak, A dusty look.

"I brought back a few new books from the capital, which are translations published in France..." He was talking about a new theory with great interest.

I followed him, walking slowly.

Maybe something has changed, the serious man who used to be unsmiling, isn't he much happier now?

There is no need to ask for the answer, because the answer is in my heart.

I also came into this world with hatred on my back, and I used to be surrounded by depression and depression.

And now I am free, every minute of my life is warm and happy.

I looked at Oscar beside me and thought, he brought all of this to me. Wherever he is, there is my happy existence.

Small Theater ([-])

It was a few days after Owen had just lost Oscar's virginity, and the baron was pestering the little servant so he couldn't leave the bed.

For a whole day, he dragged the little servant to lie on the bed and refused to let him go.

Although most of the time they are entangled in love, but sometimes they do something other than sex.

Like teaching a servant to read.

"Do you know the answer to this question?" He asked with a lingering hug.

"I just taught this... I haven't understood it yet..." The little servant scratched his head in trouble.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, I can teach you again, but I have to punish you first."

The baron thumped while pressing down on the little servant.

After he was done, he pressed on the other person and continued to ask the next question.

The little servant blushed and said the correct answer.

"You're so smart, you got the answer right, I want to praise you."

The baron thumped against him again.

This day, the contented Oscar fulfilled a wish. When he used to teach his little servants to read, he wanted to do this. He even fantasized about teaching like this at the desk in the study. Although this time it was in the bedroom, but next time he would definitely What can be realized in the study~(≧▽≦)/~

Small Theater ([-])

Billy was ordered by his master to buy a kind of see-through pajamas.

He wandered around the door of the department store all day, until it was about to be locked, then he rushed into the door covering his face, and then desperately asked the clerk.

When he came back with the pajama box, Billy was about to cry in shame. Thinking of the way the clerk looked at him, he wanted to strangle himself to death. He is not such a dishonest person. The adults of their family.

Ever since he found out that his lord had that kind of relationship with another valet, Billy felt that his life experience was being refreshed every day.

Finding the scratches on the adult's back, dealing with soiled sheets, sofas, and carpets is no longer a big deal. Even if the room is full of water after taking a shower, he can pretend he didn't see it.

But the most tormenting thing now is that his adults want him to buy these unscrupulous things, it almost makes people cry.

As a result, after returning home that day, his wife suddenly blushed and slapped him.

"You are not serious, you even bought this kind of thing."

Then she lifted her clothes and said, "Does it look good?"

And then this night, Billy had an amazing night.

In fact, this kind of unscrupulous thing also has its beauty. As expected, my adult is a cultured person, and I enjoy it more than myself.

Billy later went to buy some clothes of different colors and gave them to his parents, and he also kept a few for himself.And he often goes to that store, and when he sees something new, he not only buys it himself, but also tells his adults about it.

It's just that recently, Owen has seen his own eyes so strangely, gloomy, and scary.

Obviously his wife likes it very much, the adults specially bought it for Owen, why is Owen unhappy?

Hey, it's hard to understand, aren't the grown-ups very satisfied when they saw the underwear with a few ropes?Let him continue to pay attention to new products.

Billy stopped thinking about it, and hurried to the store, where his wife was waiting for him to come home tonight.

Small Theater ([-])

This morning, the little servant dressed Oscar.

Because of the sweetness and greasy, the little servant here helped him dress, and he stripped the little servant's clothes there. In the end, no one got dressed, and rolled directly onto the bed, rolling around on the sheets, rolling around go away.

They spent the morning in their bedroom, neither riding nor having breakfast.

Afterwards, the little servant regretted it so much that he was too ashamed to go out, so Oscar had no choice but to go downstairs by himself.

But at the stairs, he met Mr. Butler, who asked for instructions with a blank face.

"My lord, I still need Owen to follow me to the village to see the harvest. When can he go out?"

Too bad, every time the housekeeper asked, my little lover would have a thin skin, and would not be able to love each other for many days.

Oscar said perfunctorily, "It will come down soon."

After dismissing the butler, he hurried back to the bedroom.

Anyway, I'm going to be rejected by my lover again. Before being rejected, let's enjoy enough.

As a result, the little lover who was supposed to go out to work was held down on the bed by his own adults for a whole day.

Although it was true that I was rejected by my little lover later, Mr. Oscar, who had enough money once, was still very satisfied. Fortunately, I was smart enough~(≧▽≦)/~——End of the full text——