Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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In the morning, Audrey woke up in the servant's room and prepared to start a new day's work.

Servants must be available on duty at all times in the mansions of the nobles. As personal servants, no matter what time the master gets up, they must wake up earlier, memorize the master's entire schedule for the next day, and also be responsible for sending and receiving invitations.

The next step for a personal servant to be promoted is to become a butler, so he must be good at interpersonal communication and have a wide range of skills.

Of course, it is very difficult to become a butler, and the value of a butler increases with age and the people he serves.

According to Audrey's observation, the deputy steward in Viscount Conrad's mansion will not retire for at least ten years. Even if those personal servants who have competitive ideas try their best, it will be of no avail in the next few years.

However, as a maid of an outsider, Audrey would not and could not have the qualifications to compete. She lowered her posture, directly pulled herself out, and happily watched the confrontation in the Viscount's mansion, which was already in decline.

She finished her work at one in the morning and went to bed, and had to get up at five in the morning. Susie was just a newly arrived "illegitimate daughter", and no one would take the initiative to establish a social relationship with her, but Viscount Conrad was eager for someone to get engaged to Susie immediately so that he could earn the remaining hundreds of thousands of pounds. Therefore, she still had to be taken out to attend some tea parties and dances, and introduced to others in a small circle.

...going out once a day, sending and receiving some invitations, replying to courtesy letters, and contacting the tailor to tailor new clothes...just these things took me so long. When I was Miss Hall, wouldn't Anne have no time to sleep at night?
No, that's not right. Although Anne is my personal maid, she doesn't work alone.

Audrey understood after a moment's thought. Since she had just arrived, almost all matters requiring personal service fell on her shoulders. The Viscount was only friendly in front of others, and behind the scenes she even had to contact the tailor herself, so she felt busy.

After thinking about it, she looked around her residence.

It was a very normal servant's room, right next to the master's, separated by a not-too-thick wall, making it convenient for the young lady to call for service whenever she needed it.

"But the room Susie lives in is a little worse... well, a little, probably because the furnishings that were supposed to be placed there have been sold by Viscount Conrad." She speculated calmly and teasingly, "Based on this, it is unlikely that Susie will get the same servant treatment as the Viscountess. This is also good. The extra servants hired will be paid with the money Susie brings."

New Year's Eve was just a week away, and nobles would often start preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner a month or even earlier. There were several cars parked at the back of the mansion, along with new furniture, decorations, and a large amount of expensive food. Audrey suspected that some of the cars were redeemed artworks.

It is obvious that with Susie's arrival, Viscount Conrad will be as generous as in previous years.

After calculating the expenses, Audrey couldn't help but frown. Three hundred thousand pounds was definitely not a small number. These activity funds could directly revitalize the economy of a city in the southern continent, but at the moment, it might only be enough for the viscount to pay off all his debts and hold a New Year's Eve party to dispel the suspicion of bankruptcy. As for whether it would be used up or there would be a surplus... She didn't know how much the other party owed.

What a waste...what a waste.

"Why would a viscount who is already in debt of over hundreds of thousands spend so recklessly? He has almost no income, and all his land is abandoned. The money that could have been used to save a small city from economic crisis or even build most of the residential facilities in my area of ​​responsibility is just spent on something that is good for nothing except showing off luxury..."

"Besides, the money doesn't belong to him. It was brought by Susie. If he had invested even a little bit of it in stocks, I would have thought he still had some brains... Now, I can't breathe because of his stupidity, rudeness and short-sightedness."

She couldn't help but feel a little angry. Not only did her mood get worse uncontrollably, but even her hands became weaker as she tied her apron.

For a moment, Audrey wanted to use her own power to control the other party and stop this stupid behavior of wasting money. It would only take some psychological hints and there was no need to completely control the other party.

But after a few seconds, she silently suppressed her emotions, took a deep breath, and calmed herself down.

"It's not the right time yet... Even if we really want to do this, it must be Susie who does it. If I do it, Hvin Rambis might notice it. If Susie hypnotizes him for the reason of saving money, it would be reasonable, but this motive should not belong to a vain young girl who spends a lot of money and tries her best to squeeze into the aristocratic class."

Audrey rubbed her brows with a headache. She joked in her heart that she might have been infected by Mr. Richard. Seeing a large amount of money being spent meaninglessly, she not only felt heartbroken, but also had an lingering anger.

Was it the mask of "rage" that was creeping in on me, amplifying my emotions because I was already feeling very unhappy?
She sat quietly for a while, slowly arranging her mood. Then, she washed up, tied her hair, and put on some light makeup. She tidied her clothes and made sure that there was nothing wrong with her appearance before leaving the room and heading to the dining room where the servants had their meals.

Demigods are not hungry, so Audrey simply took two breads and a portion of butter.

She had to eat faster because Susie would "wake up" at 7:30 in the morning and go to the dining room used by the masters with Viscount Conrad for dinner. As her personal maid, she would have to stand by the table and serve them.

At this time, several maids came over and saw Audrey finishing her breakfast quickly. The smiles on their faces suddenly turned into mocking ones.

"Minnie, why do you smell funny?"

When passing by Audrey, the maid in charge of the wardrobe frowned visibly and fanned herself, with contempt and malice in her eyes that could not be more obvious.

The maid in charge of shoes glanced at Audrey and said, "Maybe Minnie went to help in the garden yesterday. I heard that the Feynapotes like to walk around in the mud and play with the flowers and plants, so they always smell like mud."

"That's right, Minnie should be a gardener." Someone agreed with a smile.

...Too low-class... Audrey wanted to keep a blank expression, but when she thought about her character as just a personal maid who was a bit introverted and taciturn, she just smiled ingratiatingly and lowered her head even more.

Seeing how cowardly she was, the other servants who had been watching also showed their enthusiasm for mocking her.

"Did she change her clothes? Why do they look like the same ones she wore yesterday? Oh my god, she really seems to have some smell on her body, and she doesn't wear any perfume. Could it be that Miss Susie could tolerate her personal maid being so untidy?"

"Who knows, didn't Miss Susie herself grow up... in Feynaport?"

A high-ranking servant winked at his companion, suggesting that he should not say "It's a Feynapote" directly.

"She looks dirty." Others said disdainfully, "Let's stay away from her."

"Don't you think her skin is much darker than ours?"

"It must be the sun. If they really work in the fields, they don't look like nobles at all."

"What if it's not from the sun? In winter, the sun isn't that strong, and people don't go out that often, so their skin will be whiter, right? Her skin color is a bit like the people from the southern continent that I've met. Maybe..."

They said they were staying away from her, but in fact, as time went on, more and more people seemed to be around Audrey, to the point that she no longer needed to maintain her "personality". Although she was not angry about such low-level xenophobic behavior, these meaningless rumors and slander made her already bad mood even worse.

She was bored and didn't want to stay in this place anymore.

In the eyes of others, this young maid named Minnie did not refute or explain anything around her. She just lowered her head and silently ate the most inconspicuous bread in the restaurant. This submissive look made those who remained neutral want to shake their heads.

Perhaps because she was so quiet and inconspicuous, no one knew when Minnie disappeared. Only the rumors and discussions about her grew louder and louder, becoming a topic that every servant who came to dinner had to talk about.

……

"Minnie, what's wrong with you? You don't look very happy."

In the restaurant, Susie saw Audrey. Although her expression looked the same as usual to others, as a "spectator", she was still keenly aware of the subtle observations.

At the same time, she finally controlled her instinct and stopped trying to crawl a few steps on the ground when she first got up every day.

Audrey tied a napkin for Susie, set the knife and fork, and jokingly replied, "Some small things happened, but when I think about having to get along with this viscount for another half a year, I feel that my patience is a little insufficient."

Their communication was almost entirely expressed through subtle lip movements and body movements, and Viscount Conrad, who was sitting on the other side of the long table eating in silence, was unaware of it. Of course, as long as Susie didn't run outside and announce to everyone that the Viscount was going bankrupt, he wouldn't care.

Susie used her knife and fork to elegantly cut the bread and fried eggs on the plate and put them into her mouth in small pieces.

Viscount Conrad took a look at her and was quite impressed by the young girl's beauty, manners and interpersonal skills. He thought that she must be a favored daughter with a very good family education. However, when he thought of her background and lineage, he lowered his head with a lack of interest.

Audrey took some fresh meat and mashed potatoes from the waiter's tray for Susie, carefully conveying the message:

"how is the progress?"

Susie's lips moved imperceptibly:

"When I expressed my desire to go to the church of the Earth Mother Church to pray, the Viscount showed some resistance."

She ate some bread and meat, and some vegetables, and covered her lips with the movement of her chewing:

"But for the sake of my money, he compromised. He asked me to wear a hat and veil when I went, so that others would not see that it was his 'adopted daughter' who went to the Church of the Mother Earth to pray. Moreover, he would not send anyone to accompany me, so he could only send me to the street."

You have to walk there by yourself... This was within Audrey's expectations.

However, knowing that the relationship between believers was tense, they let two young ladies go to the church by themselves? She didn't know what kind of person Viscount Conrad was, but now Audrey had to think about whether he would find a way to take the three hundred thousand pounds if Susie died unexpectedly... However, if he had any wisdom, he shouldn't do this.

"Does which church you go to for prayer affect your plans?"

"..." Audrey thought for a moment, "I haven't made a decision yet."

If she wanted to destabilize the social situation in Loen, the simplest method was already in front of her. She only needed to stir it up to add fuel to the fire. At the same time, if she only looked at efficiency and results and gave up her conscience and bottom line - according to the intelligence Audrey had collected in recent days, the Harvest Church was the best choice.

This church and the surrounding resident believers have had several conflicts with the Holy Wind Cathedral of the Thunder Church, and several reports in the newspapers are related to this church. Both sides have accumulated a lot of anger, and it is the best choice to add fuel to the fire.

However, the head of Harvest Church is Mr. Emlyn White.

At the last Tarot meeting, I heard with my own ears that the other party expressed his love and recognition for this job.

Do you want to do this?
Audrey couldn't make a decision because she really felt that Mr. Emlyn White was the best breakthrough point. At the same time, she could vaguely feel that she was not the only one staring at him. There must be many people who were thinking about how to use him to add fuel to the fire.

This made Audrey feel cold all over.

In this case, does she really want to use the other person for efficiency?

……

"Pack up your things tonight," the old woman said to her student. "We have stayed here long enough. We need to go back to celebrate the New Year. You haven't seen the ancestors yet, maybe I will have a chance to introduce them to you after I go back."

"Ok."

The young apprentice nodded obediently. He looked out the window and saw that the green-eyed gentleman also appeared near the church today.

Sometimes he would sit on a bench in the town square, quietly writing something, reading a few poetry books borrowed from the library, or practicing the harmonica he learned from others, and sometimes he would watch the mute painter Mr. Anderson paint his works. He rarely communicated with other people in Utopia, and seemed to avoid communication. But more often, he would appear on a bench in St. Merlin's Cathedral, sitting quietly facing the holy emblem of "The Fool", neither confessing nor praying, but seemingly waiting for something with perseverance.

Everett had secretly approached the teacher when he wasn't paying attention, bringing a box of cookies and cautiously chatting with the gentleman for a while.

Although he was very disobedient in approaching the other party, he was not completely disobedient and did not ask anything about the “Fool”. In the end, he only knew that this gentleman was a Loenese who came here from afar just to wait for a friend.

This friend must be a follower of The Fool, otherwise why would he have to wait near the church?

Snowflakes were flying, and in the blink of an eye, Everett vaguely saw that there was suddenly another person next to the other person, an old man wearing strange clothes.

The old man blinked at him, a snowflake flew past his eyes, and the other person's figure disappeared like an illusion.

……

Edward took a sip of the "Guadal" he bought from Bairam and turned his attention back to the North Continent.

"…If the high priest really mobilized the whole country to dig this river as He said, then it might not take two months, but only one month to complete. But He should not blindly rush the progress. If a country wants to die perfectly like this, there are still many things to finish."

After a while, He looked at the streets, which were obviously more crowded than usual, and suddenly thought:

"Hey, there's still a week left. Is it Chinese New Year?"

"Time flies so fast."

"The New Year of 1360 is approaching. According to human calculations, it will take 17 years for the barrier to be completely broken. But it seems that it won't take that long now. I wonder if those human prophets can predict the consequences of the frequent deaths and changes of gods..."

If the guys who currently possess the source essence, such as the Demon of Knowledge and God, do not repair the barrier, and the God of Thunder and the "Tributary of the River of Eternal Darkness" are not interested in this matter - well, the God of Thunder is most likely not interested in contacting the "Sea of ​​Chaos".

If you don't go, your condition will be average at best, but if you go, you will be directly dragged into the sea by the water ghosts inside.

The Demon of Knowledge has no sense of belonging to the outside world, nor to this planet. Perhaps the spaceships on the Western Continent have already been built - then the current barrier should only last about ten years.

Ten years is not a long time for humans. Almost everyone alive now can see that day. If the two essences of "Destruction of Natural Disaster" can produce some mystical reactions, the barrier may disappear even faster.

Edward took another sip of "Guadal". It felt pretty good to drink the cold drink in the cool air.

In his imagination, the barrier would completely collapse one day in the future, and in an instant everyone in the world would see the sky crack open, with countless pairs of eyes observing these tiny humans... By that time, no matter how "incomprehensible" it was, they would realize that the things in the sky were terrifying and could not be looked at directly, and then the moment they realized this, these humans with faster reactions would all die.

"It seems like around this time last year a witch came and had a nice party. Are we going to give them something this year?"

TBC
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good night!