Chapter 4

The weather was getting colder, and the heavy snow has fallen for several days.

Momon Manor was covered by the white snow and became a frozen world. The castle is very cold, except for the rooms with fireplace, other places are cold like an ice cellar, especially the small room where our servants live.

The servant's bedroom was not qualified to light a fire. I was shivering under the thick quilt at night, missing the warm fire in the small living room during the day.

My room wa1s only a few square meters in size and very narrow. There was a single bed, a cupboard, and nothing else. My personal property is even more pitiful, only a few clothes and a diary.

I opened the diary and started to record a few sentences under the faint candlelight.

"November 8th, Snow, the manor will continue yesterday's cleaning, to welcome the honorable guests' coming."

Then, I closed the diary and placed it on the head of the bed. In the diary, I never write extra things, things that upset me will entangled in my mind at night.

What I really want to write down is... he is coming soon.

...

The filial attire of Momon Manor all retreated after wearing them for three months. The misses and the ladies started to wear beautiful silk dresses again, shook their fragrant folding fans, and walked gracefully in the castle.

Due to the funeral of William, the Bruce family had a very boring winter. There is no music, no dance ball, they hide in the castle without leaving home, quietly waiting for the coming of the social season in December.

I stood in a neat row with a few footmen. Aaron, the butler, had his hands on his back and said to us solemnly: "You know, Lord Bruce, the nephew of Lord Viscount, is about to arrive this afternoon. We have been preparing for it for a long time. From now on, pull yourself together, and there will be no mistakes allowed."

"Yes! Sir!" we replied in unison.

"Well, today the manor will open the gate to welcome the guests. All of you will follow me and stand at the gate to welcome guests. One last time pay attention to your appearance and dress. If you stain the reputation of Momon Manor, I will strip you. Skin."

The footmen lined up neatly at the gate, the Viscount stood in the front, and the ladies were in the second row. I stood far away, peeking at the gate.

Soon, a large black carriage stopped in front of the castle.

Two servants walked down from behind the carriage, one of them unloaded the luggage, and the other opened the carriage door.

A tall man wearing a black cloak got out of the carriage, and the Viscount immediately greeted him, and they gave a warm hug.

The carriage drove away, and the owners didn't stand in cold for a long time. They walked into the castle one by one. I still looked there blankly, in fact, I just stare at his silhouette from a distance...

It was so cold in the snow, Simon pushed me: "What are you doing in a daze? Let's go to the backyard and help Lord Baron unload his luggage."

I wanted to say no need. Our Lord Baron took two personal servants with him. They would not allow strangers to move the clothes of Lord Baron. We went there for nothing.

"Although it's only a Baron, this lord seems to be very rich." Simon said enthusiastically, "Did you see the carriage just now? It's luxurious and extravagant, even better than our manor's. The horse's blindfold is even inlaid with sapphire, it's amazing."

Sure enough, when we came to the backyard, the luggage had been unloaded from the carriage.

"Can you take us to the baron's room?" the baron's servant asked.

"Please come with us." We took the two to the guest room.

This room is well-decorated for Lord Baron. The room is spacious with its small living room. The room is sunny, and it is very warm even in winter, not to mention that there has been a fire in the fireplace, which is very comfortable.

However, the baron's valet frowned invisibly.

Yes, our Lord Baron is more than rich, and his lifestyle is extremely extravagant. He even owns luxurious villas in the capital. This kind of rural area is naturally not comparable to the lively big city. We serve them as best as we can, and I am afraid that in their opinion, we still neglect them.

"Thank you for your thoughtful preparation. Please leave the rest to us." The two valets began to invite us to leave.

After Simon and I left the room, Simon said with a gloomy expression: "What are these guys so proud of?"

I thought to myself that they certainly have the right to show arrogant attitudes. Although their master is not an upper-class noble, he is a mega-rich man. It is said that even some Duke had borrowed money from the Baron. Of course, the Lord Baron is very rich, and no one at Mormon Manor knows about it.

When I walked into the hall, Butler Aaron hurried over and said to me in a low voice: "Owen, follow me right away."

"But, I have to rush to the kitchen to deliver food, it will be delayed," I said.

"Simon will do it, you follow me to the dining hall." said the butler.

"The dining hall..." I was a little surprised, the dining hall is not a place where entry-level footmen like me can enter.

The butler sighed and said, "The unconcerned brat Claudy rolled down the stairs and broke his leg. It was a shame that something happened at this time. Owen, you should fill his vacancy. You go in and serve for the dinner."

"But I haven't done the job of a senior footman," I said with hesitance.

However, the butler has already reached the entrance of the main dining room. He stared into my eyes and said, "Be careful when you enter in a while. Don't make any mistakes. I will remind you what to do and follow me in everything."

There was no other way, I took a deep breath and followed the butler into the dining hall.

In the dining room, the long dining table was filled with elegant silver cutlery, porcelain plates, and the bright golden candlesticks were filled with high-lit white candles which light up the whole hall.

Today's guests are Lord Baron, Miss Judith, and her husband Baron Tslick, Lord Jeffery from Yorkton Court and his mistress, two female friends of the Viscountess, and Sir Randolph, a friend of Lord Viscount.

I did not squint since I walked into the restaurant. I know that the butler is paying attention to my every move. He was afraid that I will be nervous and make a fool of myself. At this moment, he whispered to me: "Wait later, follow me and you will be there. Behind me, serve dishes from the back to the front, and learn my movements. The movements must be light and don't talk."

There should be a total of four senior footmen serving dinner in a nobleman's hall. It would be a disgrace if one footman short, so the butler reluctantly let me fill it. This happened in my previous life, and I think I embarrassed myself when I first served the food. I could not help asking Miss Catherine if I could stand by her side to serve. At that time, she smiled and refused me, but then I was scolded by the butler and I was almost cast away.

This time I learned better and precisely followed the butler without saying a word.

The hosts at the table laughed and chatted vigorously. The Lord Viscount was very enthusiastic about the Baron and kept talking with him, in a very flattering way. I noticed that the second lady and the third lady occupied the positions next to the baron, the second lady has not said a word to the baron, and the third lady occasionally flirted with him.

I finally saw him again, but he didn't even look at me.

He is an arrogant and indifferent man. If it weren't for that incident, I'm afraid his eyes would never fall on me, a humble footman.

The baron's name is Oscar, 8 years older than me, and turned 26 years old this year.

His appearance is average, or very ordinary. He doesn't wear a wig, he has thick brown hair, curled up on both sides, and tied into a pigtail at the back. The eyes are also brown, the color is very dark, and the corners of the eyes are a little drooping, which makes his complexion always look very decadent.

Although he is tall, he has a humpback. It is said that he was seriously ill when he was young, and his back became curved when he was lying on the bed for a few years. His voice is low and hoarse unless others take the initiative to talk to him, most of the time he is silent.

He is such a taciturn man and even a little scowl.

After the food was served, I stood by the wall, waiting for orders.

At this time, Mrs. Shirley, the friend of the Viscountess, summoned me to serve her. Mrs. Shirley is a very plump lady. Today she is wearing a brown silk dress with short cuffs and a very low neckline with white tulle lace, which looks like a high-end product. I feel that it seems very difficult for this skirt to wrap around her plump body. Fortunately, their girdles are very strong, otherwise, the tragedy of tearing the clothes will definitely happen.

This kind of waistband makes it difficult for women to breathe, and there is no way to even bend over, so they often need others to serve them. When I walked over to pour the wine for her, she kept staring at my face. She is a widow, a notorious romantic, and fancies young men a lot.

When I bowed down to salute her, she giggled and whispered to the female companion beside her with her fan. Her female companion also looked at me, her eyes are bright and cheerful.

Look, I know that women like me. Back then, I shouldn't fall in love with the third lady who had an arrogant heart. I would have a better life if I chose to be some romantic widow's footman than end up pathetically hiding and fleeing in my previous life.