The Sin of Ludwigs

People who have experienced extreme hunger and despair, either become misers desperately saving food and money, or degenerate into hedonists who indulge all their greedy desires.

Unfortunately, little Viscount Edmund could be neither.

If I want to go back to Europa, it is necessary to seek the help of the local nobles and lords; the nobles will only give favor to people who are also nobles, just like the saying "No one is a man below the baron", and his wealth and life depend on others. In one thought, when no one can prove my identity except myself, in order to convince the owner of the plantation that I am indeed an unlucky nobleman rather than a malicious person pretending to be someone else-after all, the few of us The experience of the past month is indeed incredible-I'd better behave honestly and behave like a viscount, and never do anything that would damage my identity.

Therefore, in this plantation where there are no people of equal status to associate with, until my body returns to health, all I can do is basically doing nothing.Of course, for an aristocrat, doing nothing is the highest honor, which shows that he can live a leisurely life without selling his physical strength, but there are no lively balls gathered by gentlemen and ladies, no gorgeous opera houses and beautiful actresses, There are no cooks in the palace who are exquisitely cooking and appetizing, and there is no gorgeous fireworks show at night... This kind of life without any prosperity and pleasure is really driving people crazy!

Such a boring life, how did the colonial lords survive!

People are really forgetful creatures. When faced with bad luck, they only pray for a humble life, but after they really get a stable life, they greedily want more gifts.

The longer I stay in Georgia, the more I long to go back to Europa, and I miss my favorites, the mushrooms made by the skillful cooks at Slater's and the Leman fish with Geneva sauce, Donrad's cold drinks and ice cream; I miss Chrislane, whose voice is as beautiful as the voice of nature, and Coralie, who is as beautiful as the goddess of the moon; The first street of shops and luxury hotels, the outskirts of the forest filled with all kinds of carriages carrying beautiful ladies and ladies shuttled through at three o'clock in the afternoon, and all the prosperity and enjoyment that I once had.

I think that my trial by the Almighty Lord should be over, and I send my greetings to Earl Ian in a letter to Haggs Manor, describing my experiences during the past five months with the most sincerity and I ask for the help of the Earl. I believe that exchanging my ten-year annuity income for a boat ticket to Europa will not damage the decency and prestige of the Higgs and Edmund families.

When the messenger returned to Kollak Manor, he did not bring back Earl Ian's response. It is said that the Earl took his male and female attendants out to hunt, and it may take more than a month to return.

The building of Kollek Manor is in the shape of a Chinese character. The room arranged by the butler for me is on a small white two-story building on the far right. Downstairs is a small stream meandering. What I saw when I opened the window was The low hill with bushes across.The creek gathers a beautiful blue water in the artificial lake in front of the manor, where many ornamental fish are raised, and next to it is a slightly undulating grassland. It is said that the previous generation of earls held hundreds of guests there. open-air dance.

The crops were maturing on the cotton plantation, and the housekeeper was too busy arranging the details of the harvest to pay attention to me.After turning three poor travel books to the edge, driven by extreme boredom, I often went out of the room to the highest point of the low hills to look at the cotton harvest or stay by the pool after dusk, idly throwing broken bread crumbs into the artificial lake and watching the colorful fish scramble into a ball.

The butler is acquiescing to my behavior, but the male servant will always follow me, and the maid—I have to say, this butler really understands the nobles, and all the maids who appear in my sight are absolutely not. The type that would make a master want to exercise his ancient power.

At dusk that day, I heard the thunderous sound of horses running.

The ground was shaking slightly, and a team of white horses emerged from the end of the dusk, rushing along the wide road in the cotton field.The first to arrive were dozens of six-man attendants dressed in blue and white French costumes. They didn't carry anything. The steed was handed over to the servants, and they walked directly into the house.

After that, there are followers carrying shotguns. Their number is much smaller than that of the previous group. They also wear French shirts and breeches, but the tone is blue.

Further back is the core of the cavalry. The lord in the middle is surrounded by servants wearing white French costumes inlaid with gold rims. I can only roughly see the white ribbons on the ears of the thoroughbred horses the master is riding. It has already passed in front of me.

The first batch of attendants in blue and white costumes who arrived earlier had dispersed into the manor, leaving only about a dozen to lead the horses for the last arrivals. The attendants surrounded the master and walked into the huge marble-built entrance hall , then disappears.At this moment, this huge white building has been lit with lights everywhere, and there is a lot of people's voices, and people are everywhere, like a sleeping monster waking up from a dream.

At this time, there are still a steady stream of entourage, carriages and slaves coming behind, but I want to go back to my room to tidy up, because I didn't expect the earl to come here. I wore a casual dress today. White linen shirt and breeches, and having just climbed the hills in the afternoon, with dirt under his boots, it is obviously extremely inappropriate to meet a nobleman in this image.

Before I could get back to my room in the wing, however, I was stopped by a page in a blue and white livery.

"Master wants to see you, man from England."

She spoke in a slightly exaggerated, tongue-rolling French almost word for word.

It was a woman.

"Please allow me to change my clothes and meet the adults in the most decent way."

I also answered in French, but the other party did not respond. After a while, I suddenly realized that she was actually not proficient in this language commonly used by nobles!

There was an embarrassing silence for that 1 minute. As they looked at each other, a look of exasperation gradually appeared on the face of the other party. This time, she simply said in English: "It's really rude, take him to see the master!"

The two servants following her heard this and prepared to come up and take me away forcibly.

My heart sank gradually.

If Lord Ian William Higgs was going to treat me like a nobleman, no one of his entourage would have said such an insult to me.

Using my poor English, I cobbled together a sentence, "Pay attention to your identity and words! I want to see the count."

Rather than being brought in front of the earl in a rough manner, it is better to go by yourself with the dignity of a nobleman.

I walked behind the chambermaid in the long, tapestry-covered corridor leading to the main hall, thinking as I walked.

I don't recall a time when the Edmunds or the Grand Dukes of Württemberg had any conflicts with the English-born House of Heggers, and I can't think of any reason why the Earl of Heggers would refuse to offer a small favor in exchange for an aristocratic blow. Praising his good reputation and rich benefits for his virtue, after much deliberation, the only possibility is that the status of Lieutenant Colonel of the British Mercenary Corps is more disgusting to Earl Haggs than I imagined.

The acquisition of this status is not my wish, I can only pray that the earl can listen to my explanation.

The female attendant led me around and approached a flower hall, and I could hear the noisy laughter inside from a long distance. The female attendant stopped in the corridor, and then said in a haughty tone: "In Waiting for the master's order here, without an order, you are not allowed to step in."

Facts have proved that women’s jealousy is really terrible. There happened to be a window in that place, and the wind blowing from the outside was slightly cool. I stood in this cool wind for more than an hour before I heard the laughter in the flower hall gradually The ground got smaller, and it took another quarter of an hour before someone came out and said, "Master let you in."

The inside of the flower hall is very warm. In this season, there are still beautiful red and white roses in full bloom. The aromas of narcissus, pyracantha and variable leaf wood are mixed together. Among these flower branches, there are placed The sparkling mirror reflected the light of hundreds of candles lit inside, illuminating the entire room as if it were daytime.

The strong scent of flowers, the smell of warm candles and the scent of women's perfume were mixed together. I couldn't control it and sneezed.

There were titters from among the attendants.

Scattered whist cards and gleaming gold coins littered the table, covered with dark red and fine velvet, as the host at the edge of the table diverted his attention from the laughing female servant, who leaned against him. The back of the chair looks like an enchanting white snake.

Eyes as blue as the sea—this is the first impression I made of Ian William Higgs, and then his golden hair shining in the candlelight.

Fairly young, handsome, and cynical young men, who are naturally good at having fun, and are naturally more pleasing to women, were the type of opponent I hated the most when I was in Ludwigsburg.

The muddy prints of my shoes were on the beautifully patterned Indian rug, and the real owner of the manor raised his eyelids and gave me a condescending look.

"It's you who invaded my territory?"

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