My family has rented the Momon Manor for generations.

  Viscount Bruce was the landowner, who was stingy. Taxes were high. Farmers worked on poor land and paid more than half of the harvest.

  We, the Eric family, when it comes to my father's generation, happened to catch up with the war and life became increasingly difficult. My father left for the town when I was twelve and never came back. My mother had four children, and I had two sisters and a brother.The youngest brother Sam is only 1 year old, of course, only God knows who his father is.

  I have been living a life of hunger and cold since I was a child.At that time, I yearned for the life of the upper class and envied the clean servants in the Momon Manor . So, from the day I entered the Momon Manor and became a manservant, I considered myself to have become an upper class person and thought I had escaped that pitiful and dirty identity.

  And the truth is... Everything left me speechless...

  When I entered the village, people saw me and greeted me. They said,

  "Look! Owen's back! '

  "That promising boy of Erich's is back. He's a footman at the Viscount's manor. Look at his clothes."

  "He looks just like one of those noblemen, and his wig is beautiful, like silver."

  'Why could he be a servant in the manor ? My son just wanted to go in and be a hoeing groom, but they wouldn 't let him. ' My high-heeled shoes on the potholed path, finally difficult to walk to the door.

  We live in a run-down wooden farmhouse, surrounded by a fence, with a few old clothes lying on the wooden cart at the door and a mother hen lazily catching insects.

  My mother and sisters greeted me warmly, the children were interested in the bread which I brought home, and my mother was busy asking me for my wages.

  Mother is a very fat woman. She was beautiful when she was young. She is a famous beauty. But since my father never came back, she became addicted to alcohol, and would rather go hungry than drink first.

  I hated her in a previous life because she would only ask me for money. She said she would give money to my brothers and sisters to buy food, but in fact it all went into wine. My wages were small and I had to buy all kinds of expensive things, so it wasn't long before I stopped giving her money. I didn't even go home and unilaterally cut off my relationship with them. A few years later, I lost the news of them, and even the neighbors didn't know where they had gone.

  "I thought you were kidding when you said you were going into the mansion to be a manservant.I didn't expect you to stand out like this. " My mother said, ' I am proud of you. My son and the people in the village admire me. Old Mo from the village has come to me several times, said that he wanted to marry his daughter to you, I will not promise him, his daughter looks like a goat. '

  'This is all thanks to the opportunity given to me by Aaron, the butler of the estate..

  I gave all the money to my mother and told her, ' To buy food. ' My mother smiled, took the money with her hands, and then carefully hid in the apron. She looked at the bread which I brought home and said, ' Next time you don 't need to bring bread home, just give me money, we will make our own bread. '

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  My sister Angie is 15 years old, like an opening flower, warm and energetic. She stroked my coat and said, "What material is this made of? It feels really comfortable. It must be warm."

  This black and white striped butler uniform with a black background is a custom-made uniform for the estate and is made of expensive woolen fabric. Each person only has one and it is considered my most valuable possession.

  "Tell us what the manor is like? What does the Lord Viscount look like? Are the Viscountesses pretty? Are they dressed in satin?" Little sister Ariel asked one question after another.

  I smiled and told them about the manor, and they listened attentively with wide eyes.

  Angie exclaimed from time to time: "It's wonderful and enviable. Can I go in and be a maid? Owen, please ask Aaron for me."

  "I'm afraid not . They are specially trained. They don't want country girls."

  ”Isn't Owen also from the countryside? How did they manage to get him?“

  I smiled and said, "If there is a vacancy in the kitchen chef, I will ask for you."

  Angie said, "I'm not going to be a cook. I'm going to be a maid for the ladies. I can touch those beautiful and expensive silk skirts and those beautiful jewels."

  I only had half a day off, so I left soon.

  Taking advantage of the warm afternoon sun, I hurried on and arrived at Momon Manor before three o 'clock in the afternoon.

  Momon Manor is very large and when you look from a distance, a pale yellow castle sits in the center of the vast plain like a small piece of cheese. But when you get close to the castle, you will realize how grand the entire castle is.

  The foundation of the castle is square and is a three-story building as a whole, with hundreds of rooms and countless identical halls and stairs. When I first came, I was often lost and it took a long time for me to become familiar.

  The castle was owned by Viscount Bruce, who with his wife raised four children.

  His eldest son, William, and his three beautiful daughters.

  William was already married to Helena, a merchant's daughter with a large dowry, and the couple had been married for years without children. Of the three ladies, the eldest, Judith, was married, and the second and third were in the family.

  The original life was so quiet, no waves, they like all aristocrats, good at enjoying life, surrounded by laughter and happiness. Eating and drinking every day, riding and hunting, going to dances, being surrounded by hordes of servants, being carefree, until today...

  The moment I stepped into the castle, I knew it was happening all over again, no different.

  The servants came and went in readiness, and Simon and Anne, the maid, whispered to me:

  "Something's happened. Master William fell off his horse and broke his neck..."

  All night the castle was quiet, with occasional low sobs.

  Their masters were very sad, so the servants stayed up all night to watch out for any orders from their masters.

  Anne was a pretty junior maid, with fiery red hair, as fiery as her character. In the dim light of the candle, as she sewed, she murmured:

  "Haley's been crying. I wish she'd feel better."

  Simon sneered, "Of course she's crying. She lost her virginity on William's bed last week and didn't even get a penny. And now William is dead. She really is pitiful."

  Anne gave Simon an angry look. "You're such a creep."

  "I don't need you to judge me. We have more important things to worry about now. William is dead, who will inherit the title of Viscount?” Simon said excitedly, "Those guys upstairs have been trying so hard to please William for so many years, humbly like dogs. In the end, hahaha, it's all for nothing. None of those high-ranking maids haven't crawled into William's bed, I bet they're all hiding and crying now."

  "Don't think everyone is as dirty as you are." 'said Anne crossly.

  "I'm just being honest. Does Lord Viscount's has any brothers?"?"

  "Who knows," said Anne. "I think so."

  "Yes." 'My Lord Viscount's brother was a baron,' I said. 'He has been dead for many years.'

  "How do you know?" Simon was surprised. 'And did the dead baron have a son?'

  I looked at the quivering candle and nodded slightly. "Yes, there is a son who has inherited the barony."

  "And how old is he? Is he married? Does he have children? What is he like?" "Simon asked.

  "How would Owen know this, it will all become clear once the big shot arrives at Momon Manor." Anne said nonchalantly.

  The candle was burning with a soft crackling sound, and I looked at it without thinking:

  "Yes, it'll all be clear when he gets here."