Chapter 34

In the early morning of the next day, at the dinner table, the baron said to the Viscount family: "I have something to deal with in the Capital. I wonder what is your plan next?"

This question is no different from an eviction order, which made the Viscount turn to a long face, but he didn't answer it immediately. Instead, the Viscountess smiled and said, "If you have anything you need to do, we are fine to stay here."

The baron did not talk to them either, nodded, and said: "Then, I will leave in the morning today, and I am afraid I won't be here to see you off when you leave."

This is almost equal to casting the Viscount family out, and even the Viscountess couldn't put a smile on her face. The baron was clearly saying that when he came back, he didn't want to see the Viscount family stay here anymore.

After a brunch, the baron ordered the people to pack up their carts and leave the manor. He took several servants with him, and I was naturally among them.

No one knew why the baron wants to go to Capital suddenly, and I faintly understood his thoughts.

He wanted to isolate me from the Viscount family...

During this trip, the baron was no longer bored at home all day. Instead, he began to go out often, not to meet guests, but to play around.

I know that the Baron has a quiet personality and doesn't like lively occasions. He spent more time studying in the library and entertaining himself, and he rarely went out and visit theaters or concert halls.

The strangest thing was that he always took me by his side when he went out.

The last time he did that kind of thing to me rudely and violently, I thought he had already detested me, who knew he would let me follow him all day long.

He didn't communicate with me, just staring at me with sulking anger.

One day, I watched a play with him in the theater.

This theater was very grand. It was the largest theater in the entire Capital. All the latest plays and the most famous actors perform here, and noble gentlemen like to come here for socialization.

The baron asked for a private room on the second floor. There were only two of us in the private room.

The play is called "Falman," and it is about a noble woman who was deceived by a bad guy, and was abandoned after she eloped with him. After several years, she was a maid, a peasant, a prostitute, and finally got married to a gentleman who really loved her. It's a story of drama with a cliche happy ending. The Baron has watched this play for three days in a row. I really don't know why such a coquettish play of the heroine attracts people like the Baron. He doesn't even read romance novels.

The heroine was a very sexy woman, with beautiful blonde hair, thick breasts, and buttocks. She must came from a senior prostitute, and I heard that she was the daughter of a down-and-out gentleman.

She sang: "The Virgin Mary is in tears, the Nightingale is in love with the son of the devil, his smile is surrounded by thorns, and the road he has stepped on is soaked in blood..."

"You tell me why Dalia always missed Frederick? Why She kept imagining that he would come back to pick her up after he did so many despicable things and abandoned her." The baron asked suddenly.

This was the first time that the baron talked to me in many days, usually, he just gave orders.

But his question made me tangled for a while, Dalia was the heroine, and Frederick was the villain that the heroine falls in love with.

I didn't answer his question, the baron looked at me for a while, then turned his gaze.

He looked at the stands, sarcastically: "Maybe Frederick is too good-looking. Many people are so stupid, obsessed with superficial beauty and carnal desires, so they can't help themselves."

The baron's sarcasm made my heart feel as if it had been grabbed, and it was unspeakably uncomfortable.

Soon, the play ended.

When the baron and I went to the lobby on the first floor, we met an acquaintance.

Mrs. Shirley appeared before us with a young man in his arms.

Since the baron had seen each other several times, even if he was obviously disgusted, he still had to come forward to meet her.

"Hello, ma'am." The baron leaned to her.

"Oh, what a coincidence." Mrs. Shirley smiled and introduced her boyfriend around her, and then she looked at me with interest: "I remember you, you used to be in Viscount Bruce's manor."

"It's an honor to see you again." I leaned forward and said, although I knew her well, we behaved like strangers in public. This is a tacit understanding that everyone followed.

"You are an excellent male servant. Good male servants are not easy to find now. After I heard the news of the dismissal of the servants in Momon Manor, I planned to pick a few of them. I didn't expect you to have found a place to go." Mrs. Shirley blinked and said.

The baron sneered and said, "I didn't expect you to like this servant so much, madam."

As he said, he looked at me: "Mr. Eric, it seems that Mrs. Shirley praised you very much. Do you want to leave the manor and go to Mrs. Shirley's house?"

The baron has always been a very calm person, and it is hard to imagine that he would say such arrogant remarks. Of course, he behaved very calmly, looking like he really was a gentle and polite gentleman, just making some convenience for a lady.

But I know I can't say the answer in a perfunctory manner.

I immediately confessed my determination: "My master is you. Although it may be rude to this distinguished lady, please do not dismiss me."

For a while, the atmosphere was strangely embarrassed.

Mrs. Shirley shook her fan and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I always respect the wishes of the servants."

The baron also smiled and leaned: "In that case, it's my fault."

So, Mrs. Shirley held her male companion, and I followed the Baron and passed them.

This was a small episode, but the consequences were not great.

As soon as I got home, the baron let me follow to the study, and then in the study, the baron ordered me to turn my back.

When the baron's bow tie covered my eyes again, I began to panic violently.

To be honest, I hate this kind of sex. Although I am mentally prepared, this kind of inexplicable panic is hard to suppress.

This time the process was still long and boring. There was no caress or foreplay, and no kisses. When it was over, he left me again and I hurriedly left the study.

I put on my clothes and planned to go back to deal with it. Who knew I met the butler of Hilton as soon as I went out. He didn't notice my unnatural look but asked me to help.

"The wine merchant has brought new wine. Come and help me pour the wine into the warehouse." He said hurriedly.

I couldn't refuse and hurried to the basement with him.

The wine merchant sent about two wine racks of wine. All the wines need to be sieved and then bottled into the racks.

I endured my physical discomfort and stood here for an afternoon.

At night, I felt a little warm in my body and my feet started to feel soft. Maybe when I work in the warehouse during the day, I was torn there and I started to feel the pain when I walked.

Sure enough, after returning to the bedroom at night, I found that there was indeed an injury.

Although the Baron had done stretching beforehand, I was very nervous, and there was almost no pleasure. It is conceivable that the dry intestinal wall would burst.

The injury was very embarrassing in such a place. I dealt with the injury awkwardly, and then went to bed. In my daze, I felt hot all over, but I couldn't wake up.

The dreams are all things from previous life. I was hiding and feeding here and there due to hunger and cold. The fear surrounded me and I couldn't escape.

Then a cold thing hit my forehead, and I was a little awake now.

I heard the voice of the baron: "Is he okay?"

"Maybe... he needs a cold bath, he has a fever, and his condition is not very good." The stranger said cautiously.

"...I don't think a cold bath will work, forget it... you are excused now."

The baron changed my towel again, and then he sat in front of my bed.

I felt my hand being held, and then I heard his whisper, and he said, "I'm sorry..."

I couldn't hear the rest of the story, and I fell asleep again.

When I woke up early in the morning, the person taking care of me had been replaced by a housemaid.

"Mr. Eric, are you better?" The maid respected me with a cautious expression.

"Oh, I'm fine." I nodded and said.

"Last night you suddenly fell ill with a fever, and the master invited a doctor, and even sent people to buy ice overnight..." the maid said.

This was really bad. I sighed annoyed. It seemed to cause him a lot of trouble. I thought I would be fine after a night of sleep, but how could he find that I was sick? Did he come to me on purpose?

Soon, I knew the answer.

When I saw Hilton Butler again, he looked at me with a weird look, which contained scrutiny and dissatisfaction. I am familiar with this kind of vision. In the previous life, the housekeeper used this kind of vision to remind me all the time, because the baron has a special interest in me, so I can become the baron's Valet.

There was a big lock on the door outside the male servant's room, and the key was held in the hands of the steward. Without passing through him, it would be impossible for the baron to enter the servant's residence.

"Mr. Eric, is your body better?" The butler didn't even call my first name, but called my last name very strangely.

I nodded with a bit of disappointment: "I'm fine, I'm causing you a lot of trouble." In this life, this Butler has always been very fond of me, and it seems that the good impressions are gone now.

"The Lord Baron ordered that you can take a good rest, and you don't have to go upstairs to serve during this period." said the butler.