Chapter 36

The autumn harvest of the manor is over, and the farmers have a good harvest this year. They celebrate this blessed day on fixed festivals. The towns and villages are holding evening parties. They are singing and dancing, drinking and fighting, enjoying the well-deserved celebrations of the year.

On this day, the castle is very vivid, the baron gives the servants a holiday, and the night can be relaxed, whether you are dancing or drinking, no one blames you.

As the underdog in the castle, not only will I not be able to attend the servants' party tonight, but I will have to watch the night outside.

It's a windy night.

There is water vapor in the air, there is a rumbling sound in the distance, maybe it will rain tonight...

I was walking outside the castle with an oil lamp in my hand, patrolling the unfired rooms and the open doors and windows.

The night was very cold, the wind was blowing in the vast wasteland, and the lamp in my hand shook very much. The sound of the cold wind was like a beast wailing 'woo woo', agitating and howling, bringing desolate withering.

After tonight, the weather will turn colder.

I want to leave tonight.

Today, everyone is celebrating the harvest, and no one will notice me leaving.

I didn't mean to run away secretly, I just felt that I had no courage to face those people. I was like a timid coward, afraid to face the eyes and accusations of others. The accusations against me from the baron and the butler were too harsh, and even if they were telling the truth, I was too embarrassed to face them.

This is an escape.

But it doesn't matter, I'm just a humble despicable person, my escape would not affect anyone, and if I left quietly, I would be quickly forgotten.

I just haven't seen the person I can't let go of, just for one last time, so I didn't leave right away.

Blowing out the lights, I stood outside the castle, under the baron's window.

His room was still lit, and as usual, he should be reading.

I just stared there silently, not moving a finger.

The surroundings were pitch-dark, and the night wind blew chills all over.

Tonight's moonlight is covered by dark clouds, and not even a few stars can be seen.

I just stood there, and I don't know how long it took, until a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and there was a rumble of thunder.

Before long, the Baron appeared at the window, watching the weather, perhaps worried about the autumn harvest.

I was standing in a dark corner and he couldn't see me at all.

He stood by the window for a while, then disappeared from my sight.

After a while, the raindrops fell, getting bigger and bigger, until I got wet.

I was born in poverty, and poverty maybe just a simple synonym to some people. Only those who really grow up in it can understand the meaning of poverty. Poverty is not about not having enough food, not getting enough clothing, and having nowhere to live. Poverty is without love, without respect, without hope.

My parents took back the love they should have given to me because of poverty. My brothers and sisters could not give birth to love because of poverty, and I tried my best to get rid of poverty and a life without love.

But love is not something that people like us can have. It's too extravagant. I paid the price of my life for it in my previous life. I don't want to love anyone anymore in this life.

But many times this kind of feeling comes so suddenly and intensely that when it happens, it's like destiny and it's hard to control.

The Baron is a good man. He is one of the few people who are willing to give me warmth in my troubled career. He is even willing to give up his principles and persistence for me. He is an arrogant person, but even though he knew that I played with his feelings, fooled and humiliated him, and schemed other people in an evil and despicable way, he still didn't do anything to me. I think he must have regretted developing feelings for a vile man like me, because it was against his noble character and gentlemanly conduct.

But he forgot that he couldn't use his moral standards to demand me, because I was never a gentleman, I was just a humble servant as he always called me.

So he loved the wrong person, he shouldn't fall in love with me, and I don't deserve his love, he deserves better.

There must be someone who doesn't mind his appearance, and sees his inner excellence. That person will be noble and elegant, kind and erudite like that Lord Francis, and they are more compatible.

Enough, I've been standing under his window for too long.

The rain soaked all my clothes and it was freezing cold.

I sneaked into his study just now and left him a letter that he can read in the morning.

In the letter, I told him about the golden box and asked him to examine it carefully. The Viscount ordered me to steal it and use it to send him to the execution ground.

Such an abrupt statement is very absurd, I don't know if he will believe it or not.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't check the gold box, he just needs to be careful and don't let it be stolen. As for the Viscount family, I will finish them by myself, they won't hurt him again.

I owed him in my previous life, so I should at least repay him and don't hurt him anymore. This should be the best ending for us. Even if life is too precious compared to my amends, I can't repay him anymore, because I have nothing more to offer.

I took one last look at the window of the Baron's bedroom, turned back and walked into the depths of the pitch-black moor.

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In the early morning, Delman Manor was in a dull and depressing atmosphere, and every servant was terrified. The baron was furious this morning, as if a servant had absconded during the night.

It rained heavily last night, and it still hasn't cleared up today. The weather suddenly turned cold, and there was thick fog everywhere. In the dark study, a lonely man was silently holding a letter. The room was very dark, and there was a strong damp smell, which seemed to reflect the owner's lost mood.

The baron asked the butler in a tired voice: "Have you found him yet?"

"He should have left alone, without disturbing anyone or taking anything away." The butler put an oil lamp in front of the baron: "It was found downstairs outside your window."

The baron looked at the candlestick for a while, and suddenly buried himself in his arms, he said softly, "Hilton, he's gone."

The Butler panicked, he did not expect his master to be so sad.

"It's all my fault. I drove him away. He doesn't want to see me again." The baron said in a trembling voice.

"No, Lord Baron, You mustn't don't think that way." The old butler panicked.

"It was me who treated him badly, I... I did something to hurt him, so he left me and gone." The baron said in pain.

"No! No, my lord, don't blame yourself. It's me, it's me, I let the servants isolate and bully her out, I deliberately troubled him, and I scolded him, so he left, I didn't think he would leave suddenly."

The baron was stunned, he looked at the housekeeper in disbelief, and clenched his fists angrily for a while: "Why are you doing this!"

The Butler bowed his head in reproach: "I just want to teach him a lesson, so that he can understand the dignity and his inferiority, I didn't think... This is all my responsibility, you must punish me."

The baron sighed, he couldn't be angry with the Butler who took care of him since childhood, he shook his head and said, "No, he didn't leave because of your reprimand, I can't put the blame on you, he wants to... He left because of me. In fact, he was very good to me, but I was too greedy, I want... I want him to love me."

"Lord Baron, why would you treat such a kid..." Hilton gritted his teeth and said, "He's just an uneducated hilly billy, why should you worry about such a person? What a noble person you are, as long as you..... You can get anyone you want, and they'll be infinitely better than him."

The baron looked at the butler and shook his head. He said in a deep voice, "Hilton, you don't understand, he's not a hilly billy? He stayed by my side, neither for money nor for power. I know, I can see it from him. I know in his eyes that no man has ever given me such a look, his eyes told me that he would not hurt me, but just made me feel warm."

"Lord Baron..." The butler looked at him with pain, because the person in front of him had already shed tears unconsciously.

"You know what? He has brought me more happiness than all the joy I had for so many years. He made me feel that my life is full of color, full of meaning, and made me feel very happy to live." The baron said sadly: "I... I love him, I love him, how could he just leave me like this..."

"We will find him." The butler said anxiously, "We can go to his house to find him, maybe he will come back by himself."

After a while, the baron calmed down. He looked at the letter in his hand, and suddenly got up and opened a cabinet. He took out a key, and then opened the dark cabinet where he kept important items.

Among the piles, the Baron took out a beautiful gold box.

"Hilton, you've been following my father, do you know what this is?" the baron asked.

"Sorry, I never seem to have seen this box." Hilton shook his head.

The baron opened the box and observed it left and right. It was an empty box, a relic left to him by his father. There was nothing special about it.

"Uh... the lid seems to have another layer..." Hilton said, touching the heavy lid.

The Baron found that there was indeed a slit in the lid.

The butler found a piece of iron and gently lifted the lid of the box. Unexpectedly, it was hollow inside, with a medal in it.

The baron picked up the medal, read the text on it, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

The butler opened his eyes in horror and looked at the baron in disbelief: "In God's name! This...this is..."

The baron took a deep breath and quickly recalled that no one knew about such a long time ago. To be able to know such a private matter, then apart from the viscount who lived with his father, no one really knows.

The baron frowned, he put the medal back in the box, then looked at the Hilton butler and said, "You listen to me carefully..."