Chapter 178 – Baron Yoo-Hee (5)

179. Baron Yoo-hee (5)

Tricia took good care of Stella’s insistence on her, such as asking her to come under her. Perhaps, as she said, something was said at a dinner with her family.

And she hypnotized one of the male writers to find out why Stella was so stuck inside her mansion.

Why, as I heard at the convent, Stella had a conflict with the commoner bourgeois family (the Berkeley family, which had risen and fell from Daren’s mouth, seemed to be this family).

Listening to her hypnotized one of her, she said that the eldest son of the Berkeley family had been slapped on the cheek when he was flirted with her. She said that Berkeley was obviously furious, and went on a rampage with the Earl, arguing that he would not provide funds because he did not need everything.

The money-hungry baron sent Stella to a convent to please her, and as I saw before, she went back to her barony to persuade her father her. Even while I had her saint, her walk her dog on a leash, she had n’t returned to the convent ……. As it turns out, Stella said she would quietly pretend she wasn’t there, and she seems to have been harassing the baron.

In other words, the Berkeleys still think Stella is being punished at the convent.

The story of Darren’s fiancée also continues from this stem.

After that incident, an arranged marriage was promoted between the two families to strengthen the relationship, and as a result, Darren, the eldest son, and the daughter of the Berkeley family were engaged.

It was a common story.

Anyway……. After that, I worked for several days as Mrs. Trisha’s servant.

It is said that they took care of my convenience to a large extent, but that does not change the intensity of the work. In a way, it’s natural to do that. It’s because I don’t have that fragile body anymore.

I did all sorts of menial jobs, but basically, like other maids, I did the heavy lifting, like cleaning silverware and moving things in storage.

Since the original body was at the bottom of the hierarchy, in addition to Trisha’s order, she often had to polish the family carriage while sweating profusely. She feeds the horses in the stable and learns to care for them. As an aside, when I tried to clap for the horse just in case, it just stared at me with bright eyes, and the hypnosis didn’t work.

Is it not eaten by animals?

There is also Mrs. Trisha’s private garden, where she assists the gardener’s work. My job was not a full-scale grooming, but mainly weeding. Every time she finishes her work, her maid brings her a cup of cool water saying that she did a good job, but she didn’t feel too bad.

Also, people have to work.

Of course, I’m not doing this because I really enjoy working. As with Stella’s story, in the past few days, I’ve figured out most of the circumstances of the Baron family members for entertainment.

“Except for the one on the left, put everything else in the general storage.”

“Yes. All right.”

Right now, I was unloading supplies coming into the county’s house. It felt a bit strange since I was loading and unloading until I came to the other world, but as I was using my strength for the first time in a while, I heard footsteps in the direction of the mansion.

When she turns her head to check, holding a large box, she sees Mrs. Tricia, accompanied by her maids her, walking lightly through the yard. She herself was holding a parasol embossed with elegant rose lace, and she wondered if she might be taking a walk in her private garden her. Because she is a place she frequents.

It’s not that far away, so our eyes met each other in the air, so I bowed my head first and said hello.

“Ah…! Lady.”

“You were working here. How is it. How are you?”

“Yes. Thanks to the noble lady’s grace……. I live with gratitude every day.”

I looked at the baroness, sweating profusely, but smiling as innocently as possible.

The same extension as when I grabbed her hand her the other day.

I keep my eyes fixed on Trisha and send a look of deep affection. No matter how much aristocrats can be objects of admiration, it was rare for them to look up to them with such gentle eyes open in real life.

In addition, the tense forearm muscle her twitched little by little while lifting the box, revealing its presence…….

The maids behind the baroness involuntarily blushed at this strange atmosphere.

“………………… Then.”

Trisha naturally covered the bottom of her nose with the fan she was holding, and then she went on her way again.

……………

On the surface, the only thing I can count on in this spacious mansion is Mrs. Tricia, so it’s not strange that I like her.

Of course, with her ignorance of her, if she rudely expressed her liking of her, even she would have a burden on her of her, so she sometimes showed her self-restraint. The point here is not to suppress emotions, but to “Show” Them.

If the other person doesn’t hate me extremely, there will be few people who don’t like it.

The reason I had to go this far was because I did n’t want to hypnotize the baroness’ feelings of her.

Should I say that Trisha would be very tasty when she ate her fruit her with her mind her. In fact, isn’t it not that rare to see nobles having affairs or playing with fire against their subordinates?

It’s a story that’s a bit far from her chastity her, her her, but…….

In any case, little by little I began to wait by the baroness’ side more. Sometimes, when she goes to her parlor or garden her, she personally attends on her her. Maybe it’s because the only people I’ve had so far were maids (except for the old people), so it seemed that there was a feeling that the conversation with me was fresh.

The maids who waited on Mrs. Tricia would look at me with strange expressions whenever I was called out of the waiting room, and they probably imagined a strange picture matching the beautiful baroness with my dependable build.

In fact, I kept gesticulating with Trisha while visibly blushing.

‘I really only have a madam… ! I will only rely on you!’
‘I’ll do anything I can to help, so please give me orders to your heart’s content.’

Etc., Etc., He would inadvertently spit out words that could be humiliated at the moment.

There are times when I feel burdened by my story, but basically, I don’t think I hate it, so I thought it would be easy to play with fire…. It wasn’t like that either.

Trisha, too, seems to have read more than just a normal crush on my face her.

He didn’t say anything about it, but he didn’t try to get closer to me than he did.

For example, if I say with an innocent expression, ‘Ah, madam. Would you like me to rub your shoulders?’ She closed her lips slightly and then said, ‘No…. It’s not too painful and it’s fine. Her heart her will be appreciated.’And he refuses to touch her.

If it were other noble ladies, she might have enjoyed it at least once, but Mrs. Trisha gave her plenty of room to enjoy it, but once she got on a certain track, she didn’t go any further and drew a parallel line.

In modern times, as a young bachelor, she would have said it was right to take medicine and chewed it up.
Is it a little different from that idea of ​​being a sexist against the one-room landlord?

It’s probably not a matter of the era, but it’s Trisha’s own personality of hers.

‘A noble lady……. It must be She seems to be a little lonely, but she keeps her distance her like this.’

I thought so as I finished loading and unloading.

If you secretly summon a crystal ball at night and observe it, you can also figure out your husband and wife relationship with the baron.

In the days I watched through a crystal ball, the baron had only entered the couple’s bedroom once. He just fell asleep and did n’t seem to have any intention of enjoying himself even with his thick-skinned wife by his side of him.

Of course, it’s not because Baron Roshkesta is a eunuch, it’s because he’s already cheating a lot because he has frequent affairs.

During the day, he sometimes touched the maid in the mansion, and he also enjoyed commoner women outside.

No matter how beautiful a wife she is, her charm her is halved when she gets used to it.

She has the power to enjoy other women, much less, so there is no reason not to. First of all, Mrs. Trisha was also from a commoner’s family, so her baron her didn’t even have to notice her mother’s family her.

In addition, these days, we are promoting business with the Berkeley family…. It’s hard to go back to the bedroom properly when you hold a small banquet and have a drink partner.

It can be said that it is the life of a typical patriarchal power.

Because of that, her large bedroom her and correspondingly large bed her, Trisha’s image of sleeping soundly alone in such a wide space seemed very lonely and lonely.

When I think about it, I wonder if enjoying conversations with me and the maids was a kind of stress reliever to relieve such loneliness. I heard that she holds meetings with the ladies regularly, but…. Other than that, there didn’t seem to be anything particularly enjoyable about it.

I can only say that she is a genuine woman who refuses to touch me even though she has these indicators.

‘It’s respectful to live like a young lady, but it’s no fun if it ends like this.’

Making oneself corrupt is another special law.

Corrupt yourself

It was during Cecilia’s time her, well, since she acted like a pure child, she secretly stroked my dick while washing me and did a shady perverted thing……. That said, I didn’t have to act as passively as before. In the first place, it’s not a body suitable for such play, so the situation should be different.

It was a job that I needed to show my honest passion and sincerity in line with my age.

While looking around for a good excuse, I saw another woman slipping out of the mansion. She, like me, was a maid serving her baroness her, and she was moving her steps in one place with a large laundry basket in her hands.

A small building not too far from the mansion.

It is said that commoners like us go down to the bottom of the hill and use the surrounding waterways, but this baron’s house had a separate laundry room where the laundry of the people in the mansion could be washed.

I’ve been there the other day too, and there are plenty of water and canteens lined up inside. In the case of hand washing or sensitive clothing, it was possible to wash cleanly by putting enough soapy water in the water bottle and soaking it.

It is a useful facility that can be used for indoor drying as it divides the space for drying and has vents that can be adjusted separately so that it is not too humid.

When I opened my eyes and looked at the laundry basket the maid was holding, I saw a dress that Trisha was wearing and small pieces of cloth, or underwear, inside.

“Ah……!”

Yes, there was a classic way.

Whether real or fictional, there is a classic way to stimulate the lust and mind of the opposite sex at the same time. I slowly approached the maid and greeted her.

“Hello, Miss Margaret. Are you going to do the laundry now?”

“Ah, this is Raoul. Yes. Now, Grand Gamma’s clothes……. Oh? It’s hard if you’re interested in something like this~”

“…… It’s not like that. Rather, is everyone going to pick up the laundry at this time of day? When the afternoon work is over?”

“Yes. Not necessarily.”

When I asked with a curious expression, she smiled and cleared her curiosity, albeit briefly.

In the case of Baron and Darren, they often go outside, so it is said that the maid on duty does the laundry all at once until very late at night. In response, he said that he only did laundry for Mrs. Trisha’s during this quiet sunset time when few people were walking around.

Given the situation, it seems that the story of Stella is not consciously brought up.

Anyway, I mean…….

‘I’ll be able to do it starting tomorrow.’

With that thought in mind, I ended my day’s work.