The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"what's the situation?"

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

Sigmund's heart was full of galloping horses, and it seemed that because of sitting for a long time and jolting, even his buttocks were aching. Just when he didn't know what expression to make, other people around him cast envious eyes on him.

"What are you doing in a daze, get out of the car quickly, divide men and women into two rows, and the butler of the manor will arrange work for you in person!"

The coachman yelled loudly. After hearing his words, everyone moved quickly. In the end, only Sigmund with a blank face was left on the carriage.

Countless memories flooded out of his mind, and the two memories were intertwined. When Sigmund came back to his senses again, he found that he had stepped out of the carriage and followed the driver to the gate of a manor standing on the edge of a cliff.

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

The damp sea breeze and the cold air of early spring whistled on the top of the mountain, and the servants who only wore thin linen clothes hugged their shoulders tightly.

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

Although his original life was not rich, it was also stable.

My father is a skilled perfume maker, the kind of journeyman who can formulate finished perfumes according to molecular formulas without any talent.

He was employed by a large perfume production workshop. Although he worked hard, he could provide learning opportunities for his son and daughter in his spare time.

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

The original Sigmundskind, although he covered a wide range of subjects and loved reading, was not interested in hand-making and manipulating machines. Instead, he liked those anecdotes and called himself a folklorist.

In the face of this disaster, Sigmund'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 sum of money from the bank to find a reliable lawyer for his father.

So he found a middleman named Joachim Scully under the introduction of his so-called acquaintances.

But in the end, the peachy trap and the yin-yang contract left Sigmund empty-handed. Sigmund, who had figured out the cause and effect, found Joachim and wanted to get justice, but was brutally beaten under the other party's design.

At this moment, the desperate Sigmund was introduced to the coachman named Marko in front of him, and found a short-term employment contract as a manservant.

Three times the normal salary, and one month's salary can be advanced in advance. Stimulated by the money, Sigmund signed the contract without hesitation and accepted Marko's money.

He then used the money to find a lawyer for his father before leaving.

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

Sigmund shrank his neck, the gate in front of him was dilapidated, and the manor was overgrown with weeds. It didn't look like it had been lived by the owner for a long time.

Thinking of what Marco said just now, Sigmund 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. If he voluntarily breached the contract at this time, it would only make him more passive and troublesome.

As for wanting to rely on the law to achieve justice, let’s not say that I am indeed the party who violated the contract. More importantly, justice in this world is often written in gold.

"Go ahead and check the situation..."

Sigmund clenched his fists, feeling the power in his body that did not belong to him, the enhancement fruit was taking effect, as long as he had the heart, he could always find a chance to escape.

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

A middle-aged man wearing a black butler uniform walked out of the room accompanied by two servants. His shoulders were broad, his limbs were slender, and his well-tailored suit couldn't cover his strong body.

The man looked more like a soldier than a housekeeper.

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

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

After speaking, he turned to face the other servants.

Marco gave Sigmund a wink, indicating that the latter would follow him into the house. The two walked into the main hall, and the voice of the middle-aged housekeeper came from behind.

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

"I am Bernardo, the steward of the manor..."

The sound gradually became inaudible. After entering the main hall, the two went straight up the stairs to the top floor of the manor. Although it looked dilapidated on the outside, the inside of the manor was still clean.

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

"You're lucky. Although Master Nick has a weird personality, he's barely kind. It's better to work under him than to be under Bernardo's direct supervision."

When he came to a half-closed door, Marco stopped and knocked lightly on the door.

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

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

He pushed open the door.

The room was a bit dark, and the glass windows were thickly stained with dye, which made the whole room grotesque. On the soft couch facing the door, sat a fair-skinned blonde girl.

The girl looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in conservative aristocratic service, she was leaning halfway, her blue pupils staring blankly at the floor in front of her.

"A boy in disguise?"

Sigmund couldn't help shivering, I admit that this cosplay technique is perfect, but even so, I can't beat it!

"Why are you shivering?"

Sigmund was thinking, when an indifferent voice suddenly came from his ear, he turned his head abruptly.

On the top of the closet behind the door, a little boy about seven or eight years old in a nightgown was crouching in a corner with his arms around his knees.

When Sigmund turned his head, he was looking at him with a weird look like observing an animal!

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

"Master Nick...he is the newly assigned manservant, Sigmund."

"Sigmund, this is Master Nick."

Marko's voice came from outside the door at the right time. Hearing his words, Sigmund 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, why did you tremble when you saw my sister?"

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

"It's too cold here."

Sigmund 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 Sigmund suspect that he was in an 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 towards the bedroom, "My sister is inconvenient to move, go and help me carry her to the bed."

Hug a noble girl on...

Sigmund's blood surged, is this really a serious job?

While stepping forward, he glanced quickly, and the noble girl not far away seemed to have no objection.

But just as Sigmund bent down and bowed his head, the boy's voice came from behind him again.

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