Chapter Four

The weather is getting colder and colder, with several consecutive heavy snowfalls.

Momong Manor is covered with white snow, becoming a world of ice and snow.

The castle was extremely cold, except for the room where the fireplace could be burned, everything else was as cold as an ice cellar, especially the small room where our servants lived.

The servants' bedroom is not qualified to start a fire. At night, I covered myself with a thick blanket and still trembled, longing for the warm fire in the small living room during the day.

My room is only a few square meters, very narrow. There is a single bed and a cabinet inside, but nothing else. My personal property is even scarcer, only a few pieces of clothing and a diary.

I opened my diary and started recording a few sentences under the dim candlelight.

On November 8th, Xiaoxue, the whole estate continued yesterday's big cleaning to welcome the upcoming distinguished guests

Then, I closed my diary and placed it at the bedside. In my diary, I never write anything unnecessary. The things that really bother me and keep me awake at night only linger in my mind over and over again.

What I really want to write is... he's coming soon.

...

After wearing mourning clothes for three months, all the ladies and ladies of Momong Manor changed back into exquisite and gorgeous silk dresses, swaying fragrant folding fans and strolling gracefully in the castle.

Due to a funeral at home, the Bruce family had a very dull and boring winter. Without music or dance parties, they hide in the castle without leaving their homes, quietly waiting for the arrival of the December social season.

I stood in a neat row with a few male servants, and the butler Aaron, with his hands behind his back, said to us solemnly, "Do you know that Viscount Bruce, the nephew of Viscount, will arrive this afternoon? We have been preparing carefully for this for a long time, and from now on, we must stay alert and not make any mistakes."

"Yes! Sir! "We answered in unison.

"Alright, today the estate is going to open its doors to welcome guests. All of you follow me and stand at the entrance to welcome guests. One last time, pay attention to your appearance and attire. If you lose face at Momong manor, I will peel off your skin."

The male servants were neatly arranged at the entrance, with the Viscount standing at the front, the ladies and ladies in the second row, and me standing far away, peeking at the door with my remaining light.

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

Two male servants walked down from behind the carriage, one unloading their luggage and the other opening the carriage door.

A tall man wearing a black cloak stepped out of the carriage, and the viscount immediately greeted him. They warmly embraced him.

The carriage drove away, and the owners didn't chat for long. They walked into the castle one after another, and the front gate was already empty. I was still staring there blankly, in fact, I just saw his back from afar...

It's freezing cold in the snow and ice, "Simon pushed me and said," Why are you still standing there? Let's quickly go to the backyard and help the Baron unload his luggage."

I want to say it's unnecessary. Our Baron has two personal male servants with him, and they won't allow strangers to touch his belongings. It's pointless for us to go.

"Although he's just a baron, this gentleman seems very wealthy, "Simon said enthusiastically." Did you see the carriage just now? It's really luxurious and extravagant, even better than our estate's. The horse's eyepatch is even inlaid with sapphire, which is simply amazing."

Sure enough, when we arrived at the backyard, all our luggage had already been unloaded from the carriage.

Will you show us to his lordship's room?" 'asked the baron's servant.

"Please come with us, "we led the two to the guest room.

This room is carefully decorated for the Baron, and it is very spacious with a small living room. The room is sunny, even in winter it is very warm, let alone the fireplace has already lit up, it is very comfortable.

However, the Baron's personal servant frowned almost imperceptibly.

Yes, our Baron is not ordinary wealthy, and his lifestyle is extremely luxurious. He even owns a luxurious villa in the royal capital, which is naturally not as lively as a big city in this rural area. We serve with all our heart and soul, but in their eyes, We serve with all our heart and soul, but in their eyes, we may still be neglecting them.

"Thank you for your thoughtful preparation. Please leave the rest to us." Two footmen began to drive people away.

After Simon and I left the guest room, Simon said with a gloomy expression on his face, "Why are these guys so arrogant?"

I thought to myself that they certainly have arrogant capital. Although their master's title is not high, he is a very wealthy person. It is said that even a certain duke has to borrow money from a baron. Of course, the fact that the Baron is very wealthy is currently unknown to many at the Mormont Manor.

As I walked into the hall, Steward Aaron hurriedly walked over and whispered to me, "Owen, come with me right away."

"But I have to rush to the kitchen to deliver the dishes, it will delay, "I said.

"Simon will do. You'll come with me to the restaurant." 'said the butler.

"The restaurant... "I was a little surprised, the restaurant was not a place that a lowly servant like me could enter.

The butler sighed and said, "Claudius, that troublesome brat, actually rolled down the stairs and broke his leg. It's embarrassing that something happened at this time. Owen, go fill his vacancy. You can go in and wait for tonight's dinner."

"But I haven't done the work of a senior male servant before, "I said hesitantly.

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

There's nothing I can do, I took a deep breath and followed the butler into the restaurant.

In the restaurant, the long dining table was filled with exquisite silver utensils, porcelain, knives and forks, and the bright golden candle holders were filled with high lit white candles. The entire hall was brightly lit.

The guests today, in addition to the Lord Baron, are the Grand Lady Judith and her husband, Lord Trysick, the judge of Yorkton Court, Lord Jeffery, and his mistress, two female friends of the Viscountess, Lord Randolph, a friend of the Viscount.

I haven't looked away since I walked into the restaurant. I know the butler is paying attention to my every move. He's afraid that I'll make a fool of myself when I'm nervous. At this moment, he whispered to me, "Follow me to serve the food later. You follow me from behind and serve the food from the back to the front. Learn my movements, be gentle and don't speak."

There should be a total of four senior male servants serving here, and suddenly losing one would be very impolite, so the butler reluctantly let me take over. This happened in my previous life as well. I think I made a fool of myself when I served food for the first time. I arrogantly asked Miss Catherine if she needed me to stand beside her and serve her. At that time, she smiled and refused me, but later I was scolded by the butler and almost driven away.

I have learned my lesson this time, obediently following the butler and never saying a word more.

The hosts at the dining table laughed and chatted enthusiastically. The Viscount is very enthusiastic about the Baron and keeps talking to him, using very flattering words. I noticed that Miss Two and Miss Three occupied the Baron's left and right positions. Miss Two did not say a word to the Baron, while Miss Three occasionally flirted with him.

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

He is a proud and indifferent man. If it weren't for that incident, his gaze would never have fallen on me, a small person.

The Baron's name is Oscar, 8 years older than me, and he is already 26 years old this year.

His appearance is average, or very ordinary. He wore no wig, and had thick, tawny hair that was curled on the sides and tied back in a small braid. The eyes are also brown, the color is deep, the corners of the eyes are a little droopy, which makes him look weak, always a very decadent look.

Tall as he is, he has a hunched back. It is said that when he was a child, he had a serious illness, and his back became curved after several years in bed. His voice was low, slightly hoarse, and he was mostly silent unless initiated into conversation.

He was such a quiet, even clouded man.

After serving the dishes, I stood by the wall, waiting for instructions.

At this moment, Viscount's friend Madame Shirley called me over to serve alone.

Mrs. Shirley is a very plump lady. Today she is wearing a brown silk long dress, with short sleeves and a low neckline adorned with white chiffon lace, which looks high-end. It seems very difficult for this dress to wrap around her plump body, fortunately their waistband is very strong, otherwise there would have been a tragedy of the clothes cracking.

This waistband makes it difficult for women to breathe and even unable to bend over, so they often need others to serve them.

When I walked over to pour her wine, her gaze was fixed on my face. She is a widow, known for her promiscuity and fondness for young men.

When I bent down to bow to her, she giggled and whispered to her female companion with a fan covering her face. Her female companion also looked at me, her eyes shining with excitement.

Look, I knew it, women all like me. Back then, I shouldn't have foolishly fallen in love with Miss San, whose eyes were above the top. Even if I was just following a charming widow as a personal servant, I wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable situation.