gentleman's manor

When William woke up, he found that he was tied to a large bed with curtains, his limbs were tied tightly, and he could not move at all.The room was very dark, the curtains were drawn, and a figure stood in front of the bed with his back to him.

"Who? Adam? What are you doing! Why are you tying me up! Let go of me! Come on!" He struggled violently, and the bed board was slammed by him.

I turned around and stared at him closely: "I've never regretted it so much, are you just watching yourself degenerate into such a virtue!"

William seemed taken aback by my sudden change of face. He looked at me and said loudly after a while: "I don't need you to control me yet! Let me go! Let me go!"

"I want to help you change your bad habits. Don't you know how to look in the mirror? Look at your current appearance! You don't have a gentleman's self-esteem, you are like a pile of cow dung on the ground! Even a thief They are more decent than you, at least they are still trying to live. What about you! You have rotted into a pile of carrion!" I said.

William cursed at me loudly and resisted with all his strength, but he couldn't move at all with the rope wrapped around him several times.Soon he ran out of strength and fell on the bed, panting heavily.

"I don't need you to control me, I don't need you to control me." He murmured.

"Don't worry about me? If you don't care about me, you're finished! Since the death of our mother, the three of us, brothers and sisters, have depended on each other for our lives, advancing and retreating together. But look at what you have done! You only know how to quarrel with your father and Mrs. Jenny all day long. Look at yourself, and treat Anna and I as invisible. You turn a blind eye to the abuse of your own sister, how can you deserve to be called brother by us!"

"Go away! Go away! I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it!" he howled.

"Drinking, smoking, gambling, prostitution, you have these vices, you will only go to hell when you die in the future! What about your self-esteem? How about your strength? Have they been eaten by dogs! Why don't you live a good life! Why spoil yourself !” I scolded him severely, but he seemed unable to bear my accusation, shaking his body desperately.

"Don't say it, don't say it, I order you not to say it!" He shouted hysterically.

"Father won't feel sad at all when you see your depraved state. On the contrary, Mrs. Jenny and her children should celebrate. The only ones who really feel pain are Anna and I. Is this the only thing you can bring to us? Let the brothers and sisters pain!"

"Ah...! Ah...! Ah...! Ah..." William couldn't help howling, he was like a wounded beast, trapped in an invisible iron cage, unable to escape, he could only smash his head blood flow.

"What can I do? Tell me! What can I do? I'm done, I'm done! Leave me alone! Get out! Get out! I can't beat her, I can't beat them... woo woo woo... ..."

"Ha! This is really ridiculous! Fight? Why are you fighting with them? What good does it do you!" I said angrily.

"You don't understand anything! That woman, that woman, I hate her to death! I can't wait to have her skin cramped! She caused me to become like this, I want to kill her!" William burst into tears, but his expression ferocious.

I sighed deeply, walked over and pressed his shoulder: "I don't care what you think, but you have to be strong and live like a human being! Stop gambling and drinking, this time I will make you Shut up to quit drinking and smoking, if you don’t recover for a day, I will shut you up for a day until you get back on your feet.”

William stopped struggling and looked at me blankly.

"You said you were all over? No, you didn't, you still have Anna and me. Put aside your hatred for a while, living in hatred can only bring pain and suffering, maybe give up that property, and you will be able to have a brighter future. Quinn Don’t forget about the special manor, it’s my father’s property, he can deal with it as he wants, we have hands and feet, why can’t we create a foundation for ourselves? Besides, if it can only bring us pain, then keeping it will be beneficial. What's the use?" I said.

William's eyes widened, as if shocked.Perhaps no one had ever spoken to him about it, and it never occurred to him to give up the inheritance of the estate.He has been the first heir of the manor since he was a child. Everyone looks at him and looks forward to him. It seems that he has no other choice but to inherit the manor, so he lost himself under this pressure.

After a long time, he raised his head and looked at me: "I...I owe a lot of money..."

"When you quit smoking and drinking, I will send you to college, finish your unfinished studies, find a job first, and then think about other problems." William is an arrogant person, so I said something nice Inspired him by the words: "As our identities require, gentlemen can resist any adversity, and face it with strength at any time. We may be knocked out of the dust, but no one can stop us from rising from the dust." You are the direct descendant of Constantine, the heir of Quint Manor, with noble blood flowing through your body, I believe you will be strong enough to survive this gloomy period and regain the glory of the past."

"The days to come will be very painful. I've heard people talk about quitting opium. It's like being eaten by thousands of worms. But you must quit. This is what Mrs. Jenny intentionally harmed you. If you can't quit, You can't talk about the future at all, promise me?"

William looked at me with red eyes: "Why are you? Why are you helping me? I never..."

"We are brothers! We have the same blood, and we are the closest relatives in this world. If you and I can't help each other, then what am I?" I interrupted him.

After listening to my words, William was silent for a long time.

"It seems that you are ready. Well, I will call the servant to come up." I turned and opened the door.

"Wait, Adam!"

I stopped in my tracks, but the man behind me only whispered, "No, it's nothing..."

I stopped looking at him and just left the room.

The rest of the day was like hell.

William's screams and curses filled the whole house, and the servants were trembling and pale with fright.

Anna was so sad that she often cried, and even begged me to release William many times.

"Give him opium, it's not an expensive drug, why torture him like this." Anna cried.

"Opium has the effect of anesthesia. If you use it too much, your body will become more and more weak, and your spirit will become more and more depressed. If you continue to pamper him, something serious will happen sooner or later. This is my decision, so don't interrupt!" I said.

Anna covered her mouth and ran upstairs. After a while, her mournful crying came from upstairs.

The living room echoed William's wailing as if in hell: "I won't quit, I won't quit, give me opium..."

This kind of life lasted for more than ten days, and he finally stopped rolling around in pain, but his whole body also lost weight.After he walked out of the dark room, his whole person seemed to have changed, and his eyes regained their vitality.But there was something in his eyes, burning like a flame.

He was no longer sloppy, but occasionally got drunk and scratched his head for opium.It seems that it is not easy to get rid of these things completely. Fortunately, he consciously controls himself, which is a good thing.

One morning, when I was presiding over the service in the church, I saw Anna come along with him holding his arm.The two sat in the back row of the hall and attended mass with the congregation.After the service, they also spent a long time chatting with the neighbors.

A month later I put William on the carriage to Cambridge, having paid his college fees in advance.Back then, he took Helena home to get married before he could graduate in a year, and he never went back to college after that.Perhaps it was because he felt that he had the right to inherit the land anyway, so he was not interested in university, but now he seemed to have a more urgent desire, so he was eager to go to university.

Before leaving, he said goodbye to us, and he finally looked like a big brother.

"In the past, I did many things wrong." He stood in front of the carriage, lowered his eyes and said, "I cared too much about my father. I was jealous that Mrs. Jenny and her children robbed what should belong to me. Actually I thought I was right, I should have left those irrelevant people behind, but I got into the horns and ignored the most important people around me. Ever since Helena also betrayed me, I have completely..."

"Don't say that, brother William, everything is over." Anna cried and said, "You have to take good care of yourself when you go to college."

"I will." William put Anna in his arms, and then he looked at me and said, "I have never taken on the responsibility of a big brother in the past, and I will stand up straight in the future. But I still will not let Mrs. Jenny and the others go Yes, they are responsible for all the pain I suffered today, and one day, I will take revenge on them!"

I frowned and said to him solemnly: "I want you to promise to stay away from them. Father is not easy to defeat. He has been in Quint for many years and has close contacts with the gentlemen and judges there. We are not rivals at all."

William just smiled and patted me on the shoulder.

……

It was early summer, and I received a letter from Edward that he would return to London in half a month.

I blushed at this letter, because he wrote a large love letter with gorgeous words, perhaps because he grew up in the aristocratic class, and he has not given up the habit of writing letters with gorgeous words.What troubled me most was that I could not keep this letter of love, so it had to be sent to the fireplace.

I have now served as the pastor in the small town of Vernon. I go to and from the church every day, and my work is very busy.

The church in the small town is a brand new building, all white, surrounded by lush bushes and surrounded by iron fences.There is a row of houses behind the church, where the servants and priests live.Not far from the church, there is also a monastery where the nuns often come to the church to hold praise ceremonies.This large diocese is now in the charge of me alone. Although I have the assistant priest to help, it still seems powerless.

The main church is dedicated to local respectable gentry families for worship and communication. Otherwise, ordinary people are not eligible to enter.Poor people can only go to small churches in the countryside, and some people are even forbidden to enter churches, such as black people and prostitutes.

I've seen this happen once when I went round a little church in the country.

Surrounded by a group of villagers, the curate of the church is chasing a woman with a very bad reputation from entering the church.

The countryside is different from the towns. The folk customs are very closed and simple. There are almost no prostitutes who prostitute openly. At most, there are only poor women who can't get through. .Even the man who just spent the night with the woman the night before would join the villagers in their collective denunciation that the woman was a witch and bewitched his soul.

"Get out! This is not a place for a dirty woman like you!" the paunchy curate yelled at the ragged woman.

"You should go to hell, you can't pollute God's place." The villagers shouted, throwing stones at the woman.

The woman did not dare to refute, and quickly fled the church.

The associate pastor greeted me very respectfully, and then explained to me what happened just now.

"I'm sorry for letting you see something unpleasant. I will never let those lowly women approach the church again. This time it was a misunderstanding. I didn't know that she was a shameless woman, so I let her in. That The woman is so evil that she hides her identity, she should be sent to the gallows!" the associate pastor said angrily.

In my previous life, I lived in a slum, surrounded by poor people, and there were many low-grade brothels nearby.I never thought prostitutes were evil. Selling one's body is a helpless act. It's not her fault that a woman can't survive.There are also many girls who were reduced to brothels when they were a few years old, and began to receive customers when they were less than ten years old. Some were sold by their parents, and some were orphans. Is it wrong?For them, life is suffering, and they will enter heaven if they can die early, otherwise they will have to suffer day after day.

It's like being in hell without even a little redemption, coming to the church to plead for repentance, but still being expelled.

"God's mercy knows no bounds. He forgives and loves everyone. Even a prostitute needn't be so cruel to her," I said.

The associate pastor refuted me righteously: "My lord priest, you are too merciful. You can't be merciful to these people, otherwise you will be killed by them. These evil women are all without terrible syphilis, which will slowly rot This is God's punishment for them. We can't allow disease to spread in the countryside because of pity for them."

The isolated countryside also has ways to protect its own villagers, and I have no other choice but to support it.

The author has something to say: No.1 scale problem, God’s perspective and so on will have thick lines, because it is convenient to write o(╯□╰)o, I will try to write as smoothly as possible, not so awkward.

There is also the problem of the protagonist being weak and incompetent. The protagonist himself is set to be an incompetent person, otherwise he would not have been so miserable in his previous life.Rebirth is indeed a big killer, but the protagonist was just a factory recorder in his previous life, so we can't expect him to be very powerful. Revenge is a high-IQ job. He is an ancient aborigine. You can't expect him to kill the Quartet like a time-traveler, and he is also feudal. Superstition ==.Hatred is one thing, revenge is another, and putting yourself in for the sake of revenge is not worth the loss.So revenge or something is very difficult at present. The Count of Monte Cristo also opened the golden finger, and he returned to revenge after obtaining the guidance of the priest and a large amount of wealth. His success is all based on wealth and power.If there is no golden finger like the treasure, there will be no "Count" of Monte Cristo.

The hero in this article has no money, no power, and a soft personality, so I set him to rescue his sister after years of struggle and the ability to survive, and then stay away from the best and enjoy a new life.For the male protagonist, this is a far-sighted and helpless choice.You must know that the hero’s going to school is risky. Although he used his mother’s jewelry, he still stole his father’s money. In that era, stealing property worth more than 7 shillings would be hanged. Whether it's an adult or a child, Butler Simon risked his life to help the little master, so the male protagonist has always been cautious and dormant.It wasn't until he graduated and his wings became stiff that he dared to go back to ask his father for his mother's dowry and take his sister away.