The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"what's the situation?"

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

Horses were racing in Sigmon's heart, and it seemed that because of the long sitting and bumps, even his buttocks were a little sore. Just when he didn't know what to say, everyone around him looked at him with admiration.

"What are you doing, get out of the car quickly, and divide it into two columns according to men and women. The housekeeper of the manor will arrange work for you in person!"

The coachman shouted loudly. After listening to his words, everyone moved quickly. In the end, only Sigmund with a sullen face was left on the carriage.

There were countless memories pouring out of his mind, and the two memories were intertwined. When Sigmon regained his senses again, he found that he had stepped off the carriage and followed the coachman to the door of a manor standing on the edge of a cliff.

In the early spring season, the weather has warmed up, and this villa is built on the top of the cliff. One side of the villa faces the sea, and down is a steep mountain wall.

The damp sea breeze roared on the top of the mountain with the cold air of early spring, and the servants who were only wearing thin linen clasped their shoulders.

At this time, the memory of the original owner merged with the soul of the other world and the youth of the small town. Sigmon finally figured out the cause and effect.

Although his life was not rich, he was also stable.

My father is a skilled perfumer, the kind of skilled craftsman who can formulate finished perfumes according to the molecular formula although he has no talent.

He is employed by a large perfumery workshop. Although the work is hard, he can provide his two children with learning opportunities in the spare time.

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

The original Sigmunds Kinder, although he has a wide range of knowledge and loves to read, he is not interested in hand-made and manipulating machines. Instead, he likes those anecdotes and calls himself a folklorist.

In the face of this disaster, Sigmon's so-called folklore knowledge and so-called close friends are 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 middleman named Joachim Sculley under the introduction of a so-called acquaintance.

But in the end, the peach trap and the yin-yang contract left Sigmon empty-handed. Sigmon, who figured out the cause and effect, found Joachim and wanted to get justice, but he was beaten badly by the other party's design.

At this moment, the desperate Sigmund was introduced to the coachman named Marko, and found a short-term servant employment contract.

With three times the normal salary and a month's salary in advance, under the stimulation of money, Sigmon signed a contract without hesitation and accepted Marko's money.

Then before leaving, I used the money to find a lawyer for my father.

"Three times the salary... This is really a pit!"

Sigmon shrank his neck, the gate in front of him was dilapidated, and the manor was overgrown with weeds. No matter how he looked, it didn't look like the owner had lived there for a long time.

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

However, he just thought about it, but he didn't say anything. Marco received money to do things, and the other party had a contract. He voluntarily breached the contract at this time, which would only make himself more passive and troublesome.

As for wanting to rely on the law to achieve justice, let's not say that you are indeed the party who breached the contract. More importantly, the justice in this world is often written in gold.

"Let's go and see the situation first..."

Sigmon clenched his fists and felt the power in his body that did not belong to him. The strengthening fruit was exerting its effect. As long as he had the heart, he could always find an opportunity 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 butler's uniform walked out of the room accompanied by two servants. His shoulders were broad, his limbs were slender, and a tailored suit could not cover his strong body.

This man is more like a soldier than a housekeeper.

"This is the new servant you chose for the young master?" The middle-aged man glanced at the coachman Marco.

"He looks okay, but he's a little thinner. Let's take him up."

After speaking, he turned to face the other servants.

Marco gave Sigmon a wink and motioned the latter to follow him into the room. The two entered the main hall, and the voice of the middle-aged butler came from behind.

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

"I'm Bernardo, the manor housekeeper..."

The sound gradually became inaudible. After entering the main hall, the two went straight to the top floor of the manor along the stairs. Although the surface looked dilapidated, the interior of the manor was fairly clean.

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

"Your luck is good. Although Mr. Nick has a quirky personality, he is barely kind. It is better to work under him than to be directly governed by Bernardo."

Coming to a half-closed door, Marco stopped and knocked gently on the door.

"Is it the newly arranged servant, come in!"

Hearing this voice, Sigmon's eyes widened suddenly, it was clearly a child.

He pushed open the door.

The room was a little dark, and the glass windows were smeared with thick dye, which made the whole room strange. On the soft couch facing the door, sat a fair-skinned blonde girl.

The girl looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed as a conservative noble to serve, she leaned halfway, her azure pupils stared blankly at the floor in front of her.

"A girl dressed as a boy?"

Sigmund couldn't help shivering. I admit that the technology here is perfect, but even so, I can't go on!

"What are you shivering for?"

Sigmon was thinking about it when an indifferent voice came from his ear, and he turned his head sharply.

On the top of the wardrobe behind the door, a little boy about seven or eight years old in a nightgown was crouching in the corner with his hands on his knees. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

When Sigmund turned his head, he was looking at him with a strange animal-like look!

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

"Master Nick... He is the newly assigned servant, Sigmund."

"Sigmon, this is Master Nick."

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

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

A lot of thoughts popped up in my mind.

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

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

"It's too cold here."

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

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

"Snapped."

The little boy nimbly climbed down from the cupboard and jumped to the ground.

"You are qualified, at least you didn't show the kind of eyes that make me sick."

As he spoke, he walked to the bedroom, "Sister is inconvenient, go and help me carry her to the bed."

Holding a noble girl up...

Sigmund's blood was surging. Is this really a serious job?

As he stepped forward, he quickly glanced at it, and the noble girl not far away seemed to have no objection.

But just as Sigmon bent down, the boy's voice came from behind him again.

"Be careful, don't knock your sister's head off."

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