Old John never understood, is the dignity of aristocrats lies in the comparison of extravagance and meaninglessness?
I have conquered the great business and for generations, I have become poor and destitute to the point of renting a maid. It is really sad.
Old John didn't care how much money the shabby Viscount was. A lean camel was bigger than a horse. He would be so happy as long as he could get the money on time every month. After all, he was also a housekeeper.
When the first ray of dawn in the morning had not yet risen to the horizon, the Viscount's Mansion had already begun to be busy.
Old John directed the maids to hang the festive ribbons, check whether the gardener was lazy, how the lawn and trees were pruned, and the kitchen dinner had to be prepared early in the morning, supervising the chef not to steal food.
In fact, the scale of the Viscount Mansion is not large, and it is even worse than that of some Baron Mansions. It takes not much time to go around, but this does not prevent John from exercising his rights. He always likes to go around a few times a day, as if he is the one.
The owner of the mansion.
Old John looked at the time and pulled a maid. "Go and ask the waiters to change their clothes and gather at the door."
The maid was fat and strong, and at first glance she thought she was a man.
"Old butler, those guys who eat free food are very arrogant. If you can listen to me, you should call me in person." After that, he ran away at a speed that was not commensurate with his body shape.
Old John shouted a few times, but the other party ignored him and stomped his feet in anger, "Oh, I know that these rented guys are unreliable. Next time, let the master spend more money and buy a few maids."
No matter how you say it, according to Viscount's economic situation, it is already very good to rent it.
Old John walked to a door, took a few deep breaths, and raised his hand and knocked.
There was a rustling sound inside, and soon the door opened from the inside, and a man with short golden hair and a burly figure in a white shirt.
"Mr. Nickel, as agreed, he should be at the door now..." Old John said in a whisper.
"Old John, please don't question the credibility of a knight. You must know that the sword in my hand will not respect the old man." Nickel interrupted the other party and said in a bad tone.
Old John was confronted by the other party, and he felt a suffocating in his chest, secretly calling him a lowly knight attendant, but he had to show weakness.
"How long does it take for you to be ready?"
"Please don't look at a great knight from the perspective of ordinary people. We need plenty of time to prepare, so that we can show the best side to the great Viscount, and..."
Old John understood the other party’s meaning, took out a silver coin, interrupting the other party’s endless talk.
Nickel showed a kind smile and took the silver coin.
"Mr. Butler, look, there are so many of us, there is no way to divide a silver coin, especially if several of them still need to go home, the travel fee is more than 10%..."
Old John didn't want to talk nonsense with the other party anymore and took out a gold coin.
Nickel's eyes went straight, he swallowed, and he reached out to get it.
The two of them held the gold coin at the same time, one couldn't bear it, and the other couldn't wait.
As a knight attendant, Nickel is naturally stronger in physical fitness than the old John, but it is useless to consider the other party's identity.
"Since the old butler is in a hurry, let's prepare..." Nickel let go of his hand and prepared to go back to the house.
"Please arrange at the door." Old John finally made up his mind and the gold coins fell into the other party's hands.
Old John has been a housekeeper for more than ten years and knows clearly the boundary between greed and renunciation.
What happened today is related to your rise and fall in the next decade.
"In the name of the knight, you will see ten majestic and energetic knights at the door in less than five minutes!"
"It's a knight attendant." Old John secretly complained in his heart and turned around and left.
After going around, Old John checked the carriage and the layout of the hall, and saw a servant in armor standing at the door, divided into two teams, each with five people, all of which were very energetic.
Seeing that everything was right, he was ready to wake up the Viscount.
Viscount has a quirk, that is, sleeping in the study room all year round.
Almost except for going to the toilet and eating, he spent the rest of his time in the study. Although Old John was curious, he knew that he could not ask too much.
This is better. Old John is responsible for everything outside, and the amount of oil and water inside is not mentioned for the time being. It is more than enough for his son to become a knight.
I knocked on the door, but there was no movement in the study.
Old John knew that the Viscount was asleep.
He pushed open the door with his hands and feet. Viscount put on a black windbreaker and slept soundly on the desk.
Old John walked over slowly, ready to wake him up.
I accidentally saw the notes pressing under my body, and a line of words was written in the exposed corner, "...there is a suitable melt...Andi Mountains...Wen of the Principality of Rhine..."
The text in front and back is pressed and cannot be seen completely. I vaguely feel that it is some place names, and these places seem to be...
Driven by curiosity, he stretched out his hand for no reason.
"Bang!"
This hand is like a chicken's feet, a thin layer of skin wraps the bones, and it seems that it can be broken with a little force.
But just such a hand is like an iron plier, firmly capturing the wrist that is a circle larger than it.
The heavy eyelids raised up, and a pair of turbid eyes turned, as if they had not adapted to the outside world.
"Old... Master... You're awake..." Old John grinned, endured the severe pain and spoke.
"Hmm..." The voice was weak and powerless, and my viscount's eyes finally adapted to the bright world.
He looked at the other person's face, then at the other person's captured wrist.
"John, your memory is getting worse and worse. I have said so many times, don't clean up the table when I'm asleep." Viscount let go of his hand, and the other party immediately turned his hand back and apologized repeatedly.
Viscount closed the notes first, put them in the drawer, and slowly stood up. It was such a simple action, and the bones in his body kept ringing. I am afraid that if the other party's movements were bigger, it would seem that his body would be about to fall apart.
"Master, the carriage and the guard are waiting below." Old John hung the windbreaker on the hanger next to the desk.
Viscount nodded, took the dress prepared by the other party in advance, and slowly changed it into it.
He took the crutch and walked out of the study tremblingly.
He closed the door lock first, then helped the housekeeper down the stairs and sent it down to the front yard by the maids and male servants.
The warm sunshine made the Viscount unable to open his eyes, and Old John handed over a silk top hat at the right time.
The viscount took the hat and walked to the carriage alone with a cane.
"Are you Baron Horag's attendant?" the Viscount asked Nikkor, who was headed.
"Yes, Lord Viscount!" Nickel raised his chest and raised his head, answering with a strong aura.
"Well, very good, very good, Horag was kind, and sent ten servants, very good." Viscount Joshua showed a kind smile and held his hand and carefully got onto the carriage.
Old John led a group of servants, watching the carriage drive out of the yard, and grew farther and farther at the end of his sight.
The hand he was carrying trembled slightly, and the purple-black claw on his wrist slowly changed color...
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When the sun sets slightly westward, it is 1:00 pm, which is commonly known as the third hour of noon, when the sun shines the most poisonous, and when the yang energy is the most prosperous.
A carriage came at the entrance of the Hovog Orphanage. Two guards stood on both sides. The carriage was parked in the center and the coachman lifted the curtain.
An old man wearing a black dress and a black silk top hat held a crutch in one hand and held the coachman's hand in the other, slowly getting off.
The director of the orphanage waiting here and more than a dozen children looked at the old man carefully.
"Dear Viscount Joshua, please wait." The dean was a middle-aged man in his fifties. He hurried forward and took the position of the coachman and supported the old man.
"Director Kurabi, I haven't seen you for many years, and you are getting more and more energetic." Viscount patted the other party's hands and smiled kindly.
"You're acclaim."
"What are these?" Viscount asked when he saw the children.
"Yes, they are all obedient and good kids."
"Well... stop standing, come in... Let me take a good look." Viscount Joshua couldn't stop smiling, and so did the Dean.