Chapter 29

The weather was extremely hot, and the early morning wind is mixed with the smell of fermented earth, making people dizzy.

Even in this weather, the baron was out for horse riding early in the morning. I didn't have to meet him in the early morning, so I was a little relieved.

The Viscount family had no intention to leave yet. They stayed in the castle and were reluctant to go one step out, acting like the hot sunlight would bring bad consequences. The nobles respect fair skin so much that the pale to the extreme sick-white skin color is their favorite, so when ladies go out they hold parasols, and men wear masking caps.

Today, the Viscountess called a tailor from the Capital to help her two daughters make some new haute couture.

"We need every fabric to make the latest style." The viscountess said with a smile: "The accounts are kept with the baron. He said he would give his sisters a few sets of dresses."

The Viscountess was different from her husband. Even if something embarrassing happens to each other, she can behave indifferently and accept gifts from others cheeky.

"He wants to make up with some clothes..." Margaret mumbled dissatisfiedly.

The viscountess gave her a stern look, her gaze seemed to be cannibalistic.

This daughter was too stupid. Fortunately, there was Catherine, who was clever and graceful. A few words resolved the embarrassment. With a gentle smile on her face, she said to everyone: "Master Oscar is busy on official business and doesn't have much time to play with us. That's why he worries us feel neglected, but we also have to thank him for his gift."

Marguerite snorted coldly and asked the servants to unfold the clothes, putting them on her, enjoying the baron's gift without blushing, as if she was so arrogant.

"Owen, you look terrible, are you sick?" Catherine suddenly looked at me who was serving the tea.

"No lady, I just didn't sleep well last night," I said hurriedly.

"The weather is hot, and many people have a fever. You have to be careful. If you feel unwell, you must tell us." She acted like a good master who cares about the suffering of her servants.

I naturally looked back grateful: "Thank you, I will pay attention."

Catherine smiled sweetly and said softly: "I have a few books here that can help you learn to read. If anything you don't understand, you can always ask me."

I was flattered and bent over to her: "Thank you so much."

"I am also very happy to be able to help you," Catherine said.

In recent days, Catherine and I have gotten closer. We often 'encounter' in the garden and then have a few in-depth conversations. Even in public, she will greet me with care. Topics range from everyday trivialities to national events. This girl is very good at making a conversation. When she wants to please someone, nothing can stop her.

At this moment, a familiar footstep sounded from the porch, and my nerves suddenly tightened.

As the footsteps approached, my body became stiffer and stiffer. What happened last night was clearly reflected in my mind, and I even had the urge to turn around and run away.

The baron returned on horseback, and the viscountess greeted him happily.

"Oscar, come and take a look. This is a new style from France. I heard that in Capital it has become very popular."

It was a men's dress made of dark fabrics. There was no traditional complicate front. The style was very simple and clean-cut. The back hem was very long, divided into two pieces. It is equipped with a round black top hat, although it still follows the traditional boat hat, the edges and the curvature of the cock are very small.

This is a dress that has suddenly become popular in the past year. Men no longer wear those colorful and gorgeous clothes and instead wear simple and generous styles, and many men no longer wear wigs.

I am the closest valet in their eyes, so naturally, I can't pretend to be an invisible person. So I stepped forward and took up the dress and showed it to the Baron.

Until now, I didn't have the courage to look into his eyes, his movements were as rigid as clockwork.

"Very beautiful." The baron's voice was low and deep. He paused, and then said, "Auntie and sisters can choose what they like."

"Oh, thank you, Oscar." The viscountess looked at her two daughters: "Come and thank your cousin."

Catherine and Margaret hurriedly saluted the baron, looking well-behaved and humble.

I seem to be tidying up the clothes calmly, but in fact, all my mind is concentrated on the baron, and my heart is beating violently, almost exploding. What happened yesterday has not finished yet, and the decision of my future has been done yet.

Finally, I mustered up the courage and glanced at the baron.

And he happened to look over, our eyes converged for a moment, and my face instantly became hot like boiling water, and my whole body froze.

In just a few seconds, the baron turned his eyes, walked up the stairs, and then ordered: "Let Billy help me measure the size."

The baron did not call the governor, nor did he cast me to leave, nor did he tell the Viscount what I had done. I nervously looked at his back walk away and wanted to rush up to ask him what punishment was imposed on me.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and at noon, it was even hot like a oven in the castle.

The sunlight came in through the glass windows, and the room was hot as a big steamer.

As male servants, we have to wear wigs and coats. Although the clothes of the gentlemen are simpler, the clothes of the servants are becoming more and more exaggerated. Some family servants even dress up like weird clowns.

Fortunately, the baron does not have this habit, but the butler still required us to be meticulous in dressing, so we all wear thick coats, wigs, and gloves in the summer, even if we are smoking and sweating.

I didn't fall asleep all night yesterday. I was still standing in the sultry hall during the day. Soon I was dizzy.

By lunchtime, I was almost unable to support it, and when I was about to tell the butler that I wanted to go to rest, the Baron came down from the upper floor.

He only glanced at me, then strode up to me, with an anxious tone.

"What's wrong with you? Is it because... I..."

I shook my head and staggered. The baron hurriedly helped me and cried, "Go for the doctor and help him upstairs."

I am really embarrassed to say that I was fainted by the heat, and no man should be as weak as this.

"I'm fine, no need to call a doctor." I took off my thick wig, pulled the collar, and said, "I'm just too hot."

The baron found out too because my collar was soaked.

He didn't speak for a long time and seemed helpless. I lowered my head and felt ashamed of my uselessness. Others might not be stunned by the heat, let alone the workers doing heavy labor work.

"Are you really okay?" The baron asked again: "If something is uncomfortable, I can take you to a doctor."

As soon as he said this, not only I was stunned, but the servants around me were also stunned.

Not to mention spending money to get a doctor, will the baron take the sick servant himself to see a doctor?

The baron finally realized that his words were inappropriate. After hesitating for a few seconds, he said: "I plan to go to the Capital this afternoon, maybe I can take you with me by the way."

I shook my head and said, "Thank you, my lord, for your concern. I'm fine, I'm just dizzy."

"That's good." The baron nodded and told the Hilton butler: "The weather is hot. When there are no guests, you don't need to be too picky about your attire."

The baron always cared about the health of his servants, and it was no surprise that he gave such orders.

Only Billy asked curiously: "My lord, you have an appointment with the merchants this afternoon. Do you need to cancel it?"

The baron paused and said, "Yes, cancel it. Reschedule it to tomorrow."

So the baron rode a sultry carriage to Capital on a hot summer day, and when he came back, his face was stinky.

Then he saw me waiting at the gate.

When our eyes met, his footsteps stopped for a moment, and then he walked straight into the castle hall.

I don't think he will cast me away anymore. My goal seems to have been achieved...

On the dull summer night, there was neither banquet nor singing and dancing at Delman Manor. The hosts went to bed early to rest.

The servants are still staying in the servants' room, several of the maids are embroidering, and the footmen are wiping the stains on the master's leather shoes and clothes. I was reading under the aurora of a lamp, and Simon tried to come over and chat with me, but I ignored him and turned around.

The servants of the Viscount's family were fired, and Simon was also fired, but he became a footman of Delman Manor in a blink of an eye. It is conceivable how he got it. I do not condemn him for betraying me, but I do not intend to continue to be with him.

At this moment, the bell on the wall rang suddenly, and the place was in the baron's bedroom.

A servant cannot have a private life. There are 24 hours a day, and the servant has 16 hours on standby at any time, which means that almost all the awake time revolves around the master, so few servants will get married. The maid is not even allowed to marry, because once the maid gets married, she has to take time to take care of the family, and it is very likely to introduce strange men into the manor, which is very unsafe. But Baron Oscar is undoubtedly an enlightened master, in his house, married servants can take occasional vacations. It seems that Billy is going home tonight.

It was almost 9 o'clock, and I thought the Baron had rested until Butler Hilton brought the message to me. To meet him so late, my heart was jumping up to my throat for a moment. I didn't get up quickly nor run to the baron's bedroom, I hesitated for a long time until the Hilton butler looked in displeased eyes.

The baron was still neatly dressed and sitting on the sofa, with a glass of red wine next to him, which had already bottomed out.

When he saw me, he also seemed very nervous, changed his crossed legs in a panic, and his hands on the sofa were also clenched into fists.

After all, something unspeakable happened to us last night. Although it happened, we never said a word to each other from beginning to end.

I thought he would be so embarrassed that he didn't want to see me anymore, and I didn't expect him to call me directly into the bedroom on next day...