“What’s the situation?”

"Not bad...the young master...like me!?"

Sigmund's heart was galloping, as if he had been sitting and bumping for a long time, even his butt was a little painful. Just when he didn't know what expression he made, the others around him bet on him with envious eyes.

"What are you doing when you are standing there? Get out of the car quickly and divide it into two rows according to the men and women. The manor's housekeeper will arrange work for you in person!"

The coachman shouted loudly. After hearing his words, everyone started to act quickly, and in the end, only Sigmun with a blank expression was left on the carriage.

There were countless memories flowing out in my mind, and the two memories were intertwined. When Sigmun came to his senses again, he found that he had walked out of the carriage and followed the coachman to the door of a manor standing on the edge of a cliff.

In early spring, the weather has become warmer. This villa is built on a cliff on the top of the mountain. One side of the villa faces the sea and the steep mountain walls downwards.

The wet sea breeze whistled on the top of the mountain with the cold air of early spring, and servants wearing only thin coats hugged their shoulders.

At this time, the memory of the original owner was merged with the souls of the other world and the young people in the town were integrated. Sigmun finally figured out the causes and consequences.

Although his life was not as rich as a rich man, he was also stable.

My father is a skilled perfume maker, a skilled worker who can mix finished perfumes according to molecular formulas, although he has no talent.

He was employed in a large perfume making workshop. Although he worked hard, he could provide his children with opportunities to learn while making a living.

But not long ago, another worker at the perfume workshop was found dead in the workshop, and his father became a major suspect and was arrested by the police and was immediately arrested and jailed.

Although Sigmonskind, although he was widely aware of reading, was not interested in manual manufacturing and manipulating machines. Instead, he liked strange stories and called himself a folk scholar.

Faced with this kind of disaster, Sigmon's so-called folk knowledge and so-called close friends were of no use at all. He originally wanted to mortgage the property and borrow a large amount of money from the bank to find a reliable lawyer for his father.

So he found a middle-aged businessman named Jokeem Scully under the introduction of his so-called acquaintance.

But in the end, the peach trap and the Yin-Yang contract left Sigmun empty-handed. Sigmun, who figured out the causes and consequences, found Jokim and wanted to seek justice, but was beaten under the other party's design.

At this moment, Sigmun, who was desperate, met the coachman named Marco in front of him through an introduction and found a short-term employment contract for male servants.

A normal salary of three times and a month's salary can be advanced in advance. Stimulated by money, Sigmun signed a contract without hesitation and accepted Marco's money.

Then he used the money to find a lawyer for his father before departure.

"Three times the salary... This is indeed a pitfall!"

Sigmon shrank his neck, the door in front of him was dilapidated, and the manor was overgrown with weeds. No matter how you look, it doesn't look like you have a owner living for a long time.

Thinking of what Marco said just now, Sigmun instantly had the urge to turn around and leave.

However, he just thought about it, but did not say anything. Marco collected money and the other party had a contract. At this time, he took the initiative to breach the contract, which would only make himself more passive and troublesome.

As for wanting to rely on the law to uphold justice, let alone the fact that you are indeed the party who breached the contract. More importantly, the justice in this world is often written in gold.

"Go in and see the situation first..."

Sigmun clenched his fists, feeling the power that was not his own in his body, and the strengthening fruit was taking effect. As long as he was determined, he would always find a chance to escape.

At this moment, the gate of the manor slowly opened, and everyone walked through the desolate path and came to the steps of the main entrance.

A middle-aged man in a black housekeeper uniform walked out of the room accompanied by two servants. His shoulders were wide, his limbs were long, and his tailored suit could not cover his strong body.

This man is more like a soldier than a housekeeper.

"Is this the male servant you selected for the young master?" The middle-aged man glanced at the coachman Marco.

"It looks okay, I just lose weight, take him up."

After saying that, he turned to face the other servants.

Marco handed Sigmon a wink and signaled the latter to come into the house with him. The two walked into the main hall, and the voice of the middle-aged butler came from behind.

"I want to remind you that you serve the glorious Leicester family. Before you really start working, you must first learn the rules..."

"I am Bernardo, the manor housekeeper..."

The sound gradually became faint. After entering the main hall, the two of them followed the stairs to the top of the manor. Although the surface looked dilapidated, the interior of the manor was still neat.

It can be seen that this family once had glory for a period of time.

"You are lucky. Although Master Nick has a weird personality, he is barely kind. He is better at working under him than being directly under Bernardo's jurisdiction."

Arriving at the half-closed door, Marco stopped and knocked on the door gently.

"Are you a newly arranged servant? Come in!"

Hearing this voice, Sigmund suddenly opened his eyes wide, it was clearly a child.

He pushed open the door.

The room was a little dim, with thick dye painted on the glass window, which made the whole room bizarre. On the soft couch opposite the door, a fair-skinned blonde girl sat on it.

The girl looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in conservative nobles. She was half leaning against her body, her blue pupils staring at the floor in front of her.

"A teenager in women?"

Sigmun couldn't help but shudder. I admit that the cosplay technology is perfect, but even so, I can't conquer it!

"Why are you trembling?"

Sigmun was thinking, and a cold voice suddenly came from his ears, and he suddenly turned around.

On the top of the wardrobe behind the door, a boy in a nightgown, about seven or eight years old was squatting in a corner with his hands holding his knees.

Sigmun turned around and was looking at him with a strange look like an animal!

Most of the boy's body was shrunk in the shadows, only a bloodless face was revealed.

"Master Nick... He is the newly assigned male servant, Sigmun."

"Sigmon, this is Master Nick."

Marco's voice came from outside the door at the right time. After hearing his words, Sigmon blinked, his eyes jumping back and forth between the boy and the girl on the soft couch.

This boy is the so-called Master Nick, so what about the girl?

Many thoughts popped up in my mind.

"Answer my question, what did you tremble just now when you see sister?"

The little boy didn't move, but still shrank in the corner, asking stubbornly.

“It’s too cold here.”

Sigmon said truthfully that the villa was built on a cliff, and the sea breeze was howling outside the house. Although it was cold, it was within a tolerable range.

But for some reason, the temperature in the room was extremely low at this time, which even made Sigmun suspect that he was in an ice cellar.

"Bang."

The little boy quickly climbed down from the cabinet and jumped to the ground.

"You're qualified, at least you didn't show the look that makes me sick."

He said as he walked towards the bedroom, "Sister is not mobile, please help me carry her to the bed."

Hold an aristocratic girl on...

Sigmun's blood is rising, is this really a serious job?

Taking advantage of the steps forward, he glanced quickly. The noble girl not far away seemed to have no objection.

But just as Sigmun bent down and lowered his head, the boy's voice came from behind him again.
Chapter completed!