Old John never understood whether the dignity of the aristocracy consisted in extravagance and wastefulness and meaninglessness.

The old viscount has laid a great business, and the situation of several generations has been impoverished to the extent of renting a maid, which is really embarrassing.

Old John didn't care how much money the shabby viscount had, the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse, and as long as he could get the money on time every month, he would be so happy, after all, he was also a steward.

Before the first rays of dawn had risen above the horizon, the Viscount's Court was already busy.

Old John instructed the maids to hang up the festive ribbons, to check whether the gardener was lazy, how well the lawn and trees were being pruned, and the kitchen dinner party had to be prepared early in the morning, and the cook was not allowed to steal food.

In fact, the scale of the Viscount's Mansion is not large, and it is not even as good as some of the Barons' Mansions, and it doesn't take much time to turn around, but this does not prevent John from exercising his right to always like to turn around a few times a day, as if he is the owner of this mansion.

Old John looked at the time and pulled a maid over. "Go and tell the squires to change their clothes and assemble at the door."

The maid was fat and strong, and at first glance thought it was a man.

"Old butler, those guys who eat white food are very arrogant, so if you can listen to my subordinates, you should call it yourself." After saying that, he ran away at a speed that was not commensurate with his size.

Old John shouted a few times, but the other party ignored him, and immediately stomped his feet angrily, "Hey, I know that this group of rented guys is unreliable, next time let the master spend more money and buy a few maids."

After all, according to the viscount's economic situation, it is already very good to be able to rent.

Old John walked to the door of a room, took a few deep breaths, and raised his hand and knocked.

There was a rustling sound inside, and in a short time the door opened from the inside, and he was greeted by a burly man with short blond hair and a white shirt.

"Mr. Nichol, by agreement, should be at the door now—" said Old John in a soft voice.

"Old John, please don't question the credibility of a knight, you must know that the sword in my hand will not respect the old man." Nikkor interrupted the other and said in an unkind tone.

Old John was bumped by the other party, and he had a sullen breath in his chest, secretly scolding the other party for being just a lowly knight squire, but he had to show weakness on his lips.

"And how long will it take you to get ready?"

"Please don't look at a great knight as an ordinary person, we need plenty of time to prepare, only then can we show the best side to the great Viscount, and..."

Old John understood what the other party meant, and took out a silver coin, interrupting the other party's chatter.

Nichol smiled kindly and took the coin.

"Mr. Butler, you see, there are so many of us, there is no way to divide a silver coin, especially since a few of them still need to go home, and the cost of the journey is more than that..."

Old John didn't want to talk nonsense with the other party anymore and took out a gold coin.

Nikkor straightened his eyes, swallowed his saliva, and reached for it.

The two of them grabbed the gold coin at the same time, one was reluctant, and the other couldn't wait.

As a knight's squire, Nikel's physical fitness is naturally stronger than that of the aging John, but it is useless to take into account the identity of the other party.

"Since the old butler is not in a hurry, then we will prepare..."Nickel let go of his hand and prepared to go back to the house.

"Please line up at the door." Old John finally relented, and the gold coin fell into the hands of the other party.

John Sr. has been a housekeeper for more than ten years and clearly knows the boundary between greed and giving.

Today's events are related to the rise and fall of oneself in the next ten years.

"In the name of the knights, in less than five minutes, you will see ten knights at the door!"

"It's a knight's squire." Old John scolded himself in his heart, and turned away.

Circling around, old John checked the carriage and the arrangement of the hall, and saw a squire in armor standing at the door, divided into two teams, five men each, and in good spirits.

Seeing that everything was in order, he prepared to wake up His Excellency the Viscount.

The Viscount has a quirk, which is to sleep in the study all year round.

Almost except for going to the toilet and eating, the rest of the time was spent in the study, and although Old John was curious, he knew that he couldn't ask more.

This is very good, the outside affairs, big and small, are taken care of by Old John, and the oil and water inside are not mentioned for the time being, it is more than enough for his son to become a knight.

There was a knock on the door, but there was no movement in the study.

Old John knew that the Viscount was asleep.

Pushing open the door lightly, the viscount put on a black trench coat and slept soundly on his desk.

Old John walked over slowly, ready to wake the other up.

The eye accidentally caught sight of the note pressed under the other party, and a line of words was written in the exposed corner: ".. The lattice has a suitable melt... The Remains of the Andy Mountains The Duchy of the Rhine is warm..."

The text on the front and back is pressed and incomplete, and it seems that it seems to be some place names, and these places seem to be .....

Driven by curiosity, the ghost envoy stretched out his hand.

"Smack!"

The hand was like a chicken claw, with a thin layer of skin covering the bones, as if it could be broken with a little force.

But such a hand is like an iron tong, firmly grasping the wrist that is larger than it.

The heavy eyelids were raised, and a pair of cloudy eyes rolled, as if they had not yet adjusted to the outside world.

"Old... Master... You're awake," said old John, grinning at the pain and squeezing his mighty pain.

"Hmm...", the voice was weak and weak, and the old viscount's eyes finally adjusted to the bright world.

He looked at the other man's face, and then at the other's grabbed wrist.

"John, your memory is getting worse and worse, how many times have you said, don't clean up the table while I'm asleep." The viscount let go of his hand, and the other party immediately turned his back and apologized again and again.

The viscount closed the note first, put it in the drawer, and slowly stood up, it was such a simple action, the bones in his body rattled non-stop, I am afraid that if the other party moves more, it seems that his body is about to fall apart.

"Sir, the carriage and the guards are waiting below." Old John hung his trench coat on a hanger next to his desk.

The viscount nodded, took the dress that the other party had prepared in advance, and slowly changed into it.

He took the crutches and walked out of the study tremblingly.

He locked the door first, and then descended the stairs with the help of the butler, and went to the front yard under the courtesy of the maids and men.

The warm sun shone so brightly that the Viscount couldn't open his eyes, and old John duly handed over a silk top hat.

The viscount took his hat and walked alone to the carriage on crutches.

"Are you Baron Horag's attendants?" The Viscount asked Nickle, who was the leader.

"Yes, Your Excellency!" Nikkor raised his head and replied with a neutral voice.

"Well, it's good, it's good, Khorag has a heart, send ten squires, it's good." Viscount Joshua smiled kindly, and carefully stepped into the carriage by the handle.

Old John led a group of servants and watched as the carriage drove out of the courtyard, getting farther and farther away at the end of the line of sight.

The hand behind his back trembled slightly, and the purple-black claw marks on his wrist slowly changed color....

....

When the sun sets slightly in the west, the time comes to one o'clock in the afternoon, which is often said to be three o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun is the most poisonous, and it is also the time when the yang energy is at its peak.

A carriage came at the entrance of the Hovog orphanage, with two columns of guards standing on either side, the carriage stopped in the center, and the coachman lifted the curtain.

An old man in a black gown and a black silk top hat slowly descended, holding a cane in one hand and holding the coachman's hand in the other.

The director of the orphanage and a dozen children who were waiting here looked at the old man carefully.

"Your Excellency Viscount Joshua, slow down." The dean, a middle-aged man of about fifty years old, hurriedly stepped forward, took the place of the coachman, and helped the old man.

"Dean Kulabi, I haven't seen you for years, and you're getting more and more energetic." The viscount patted the other's hand and smiled kindly.

"You're wrong."

"What are these?" The Viscount asked, seeing the group of children.

"Yes, they are all good and obedient boys."

"Hmm... Don't stand, come in... Let me take a good look. Viscount Joshua smiled from ear to ear, and so did the dean.