Chapter 7 - Chapter VII

I thought he was bored and moldy, so I suggested: "I'll go downstairs and get some more books, you can choose at will."

"No need, I don't want to read anymore."

His attitude is so high that you can even feel him standing on a high pedestal and looking down at you with a contemptuous glance.

I can't remember a time in my last life when I was in such an embarrassing situation.

I humbly said, "It is only right to take care of you. You are a distinguished guest of Momong Manor. As for the reward, the Viscount has already rewarded me and said he will elevate me to the rank of a senior male servant."

"... All right. If you have any other requests, you can tell me." He looked at the two books at hand and said, "Since you can read, read to me. I don't want to bother reading."

"Yes." I took the book that the Baron handed me, it was a book about flying continent.

"It rained from time to time in the dense jungle, and our party was drenched. We lost our way deep in the jungle, and it was dangerous because there were poisonous snakes and wild animals everywhere. If we hadn't found our campsite by night, our lives would be in danger." I read each word in a slow tone.

"The dark-skinned humans were like wild animals, jumping around us with rough spears and animal bones."This verse tells the story of several explorers who discover a small tribe and enter into communication,At the beginning, it was normal, but later on:"...Those black skinned girls who didn't cover their bodies pulled me deep into the jungle, They tore off the only clothes they had..."

Why haven't you read it? "The Baron asked me.

I glanced awkwardly at the Baron and saw that he was looking at me with great interest.

"This is... I..." I hesitated for a long time,The text in the book is too bold and debauched.I can't even say a word.

"How old are you?" 'he asked suddenly.

"Eighteen years old." I replied.

"Only eighteen? You were just a child, and the day you came to take care of me, you were so calm, I thought you were more mature than me." The Baron glanced at me and said slowly, "Read on, I want to hear you read."

I turned over the two long pages of salacious description, glanced carefully at the Baron, and began to read. The baron smiled sarcastically and did not reveal me.

In the warm afternoon, he closed his eyes, quietly leaning on the pillow. I sat on the edge of the bed and read to him.

Occasionally a shadow passed through the window. It was a sparrow that had come out in winter to look for food.

I saw his steady breathing and thought he was asleep, so I put down my book. Who knew he immediately opened his eyes, looked at me and said: "Why don't you read?"

"I thought you were asleep."

"You have a nice voice."

"... Thank you for your kind words."

"Keep reading..."

This leisurely winter, in the afternoon reading sound passed quickly.

In the evening I came out of the room with the Baron's dinner plate, and as I passed the stairs I met Miss Catherine, who was wearing a pale green satin dress and her usual blonde wig, with brilliant rubies shining in her hair.

I bowed to her, and she shook her fan gently, smiled and asked me, "Aren't you Owen? How is the Baron today?"

"The Baron is recovering."

"He must be very dull in his room alone. What does he do to amuse himself?"

"The Baron read several books."

"What book? Tell me the name."

"Uh..." I hesitated and looked at Miss Catherine.

Catherine seemed to realize that there was something wrong with asking about a man, and she smiled softly. "That's all right, just tell me. The Baron and I often discuss our favorite books."

"Yes, mainly a few travel books..."

Catherine left, and I stood there, staring at her back as she left.

The glow of the setting sun shone through the Windows on the hallway carpet, and from downstairs came the voice of Selena's housekeeper ordering candles to be lit.

Everything seems to have not changed, changed only my heart. How happy I was at that moment when Miss Catherine took the initiative to speak to me, for such a noble and elegant woman, I was overjoyed, and my thoughts wandered. And all this has led to my tragedy, self-righteous people will be disappointed, how can a noble like her fall in love with a humble person like me.

And then think of Oscar, my heart sour up, perhaps aristocrats will fall in love with me such a humble person, but unfortunately at that time I have fallen into the abyss of dreams, I can not see clearly, what can not hear. I just feel how disgusting and dirty it is to be liked by a man, to feel that my dignity is insulted, and to feel that my hatred and disgust for Oscar is rooted in my heart, not to mention that he might marry my beloved Miss Catherine.

My mind was full of thoughts, and I suddenly regretted getting close to Oscar again. Was I going to use him again? I approached him with the intention of using him, because deep down I wanted revenge on those who had hurt me, wanted to punish them. And Lord Oscar will be a powerful tool for me to carry out revenge, so I deliberately take care of him through his illness to win his favor, and what is the difference between despicable me and my life? To deceive him and hurt him again?

The sun had set, and I stood alone in the dark corridor, where the frescoes looked like a blob of ink, changing into strange shapes.

"Oh! A woman exclaimed, "My God, are you Owen? What are you standing here for? It's so dark in here that no candles are lit."

'You've been getting strange lately, and the housekeeper will be angry if you keep it up.' Anne lit the candles in the hallway.

"I'll take care of that, thank you." I said with a smile.

Annie looked at me in a daze, suddenly blushing and muttering, "No wonder the new little girl is enchanted by you. You're such a man..." After a pause, Annie turned and said, "Oscar's servant is coming tomorrow. Will you continue to serve him?"

"How can I be needed when a new footman has arrived?" I shook my head and said, "I've been promoted to senior footman. The butler will train me for a while and then arrange for me to serve at the table."

But this evening Lord Viscount Bruce suddenly called me into his study.

The Viscount's study is filled with bookshelves, but most of the books are beautifully arranged. Our Viscount doesn't like reading, he prefers food, wine, and beautiful women.

I still remember in a previous life, he tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Oscar likes you, he will be very happy if you pretend to accept him, and when he trusts you, you can go into his study... We Blues will remember your kindness, and we will repay your sacrifice. And Catherine, poor girl, who loves you, but is forced to marry that hunchback... 

But when they had got it all, the ugly face turned coldly towards me, and the same Viscount Bruce pointed at me in the courtroom and said, "Your Honor, he has stolen my property and should be hanged!"

When I was in prison waiting for hanging, there was a war in Yorkshire, and I was lucky enough to escape. Later, I lived in hiding in anonymity until the day I died of typhoid fever...

At this time, I looked at the gentle Viscount and smiled a humble smile:"What can I do for you, master?"

"Oh, you're that brave kid. I heard you took care of my nephew Oscar, and it seems that your actions won his trust. Today, he told me that he hopes you can continue to serve him as his personal servant."

I was stunned to hear that Lord Oscar had appointed me to continue serving him. Is it because I took care of him when he was sick, so everything is different from the last life.

I began to hesitate, the idea of 'using him' once again disturbed my thoughts. God has given me a rebirth, is it asking me to live a despicable life again? If the Viscount's family was the ones who killed me in the previous life, then I am the one who killed Oscar. I should stay away from him, far away from him...

"Why don't you talk, eh? Be careful when you take care of Oscar, and let Aaron teach you." "Give me regular reports of the baron's affairs," said the Viscount, "do you understand?"

"But I..."

But what!" The Viscount, with patience, said in a soft voice, "My child, I know you are a good boy, but I am Oscar's uncle, and I am worried about him, do you understand?"

Yes, I understand, master.

I had almost forgotten that, as a footman, as soon as the master said so, I had no room for refusal unless I wanted to be thrown out.