The Sin of Ludwigs

Chapter 31 Breakfast

"Would you like something to eat now? Your lord has the kitchen preparing white bread for you, freshly baked quail and special black tea from India. If you don't want to drink tea in the morning, there is also the best cocoa from Boston." Hot drinks and coffee of your choice."

Is this Jenny--or is it Jane? ——The maid tried to get me out of the quilt to eat for the third time this morning, she should be one of the supervisors of the maids around Earl Elvis, even though the maids were all "Ed" when they took my bath in the morning The fact that "Miss Mon" was actually a man was taken aback, but soon everyone got used to the fact and began to perform their duties faithfully-no one questioned the Earl any more than he asked me. As has been said, his will is everything here.

There is still chatter outside the door, which means that I will not stop until I go out.

"Quiet!"

I was really annoyed by the noise, and I yelled out the door angrily.

As soon as I opened my mouth, I realized that my voice was unbearably hoarse, and as soon as I spoke, I felt soreness in my waist and some unspeakable places.

Father, Son, Holy Spirit!

I moaned silently, grabbed a pillow and covered my head, and retracted into the quilt, falling into deep self-doubt.

How did things develop into such a weird situation?

I know that among the nobles of Ludwigsburg there are people who have different preferences from ordinary people, and there are also people who can take both men and women, but normally it is more of a love war between men and women.For those aristocrats whose preferences are different from others, even the church will not accuse them of going to hell—the power of the monarch comes from God, so the aristocrats who are blessed by the aura of the monarch naturally have the corresponding immunity Privilege, among other things, there was a man in the French court who loved to dress up as a doll, making people wonder whether he should be called the prince or the queen's younger brother!As the "Eldest Son of God", the French court is like this, and there is no need to criticize other courts that pursue French elegance.

——But I really never thought that this kind of thing would happen to me!Counting my previous lovers, Mrs. Shazel is my mentor on the road of love. Although she is called Mrs., she is actually only a few years older than me. She guided me with the acquiescence and cooperation of Viscountess Edmund. Promoted; Helena is the only daughter of the Earl of Chartres, a noble girl with status and inheritance rights; Mingheng is the maid carefully selected by the Viscountess and Madame Chazelle to exercise my love skills, the cook Lena, the daughter of a baron from the provinces, Zenovia, the daughter of a little notary, and Coralie and two other ballerinas at the Grand Theatre. No matter which one it is, they are all young women with beautiful faces and slim figures!

I'm pretty sure I've only ever been interested in beautiful women, but what the hell?I have seen that kind of man who is more pretentious than a woman in makeup before, and I have never thought of anything else!

——And most importantly, last night, I didn't seem to be very resistant to Earl Elvis...?

Could it be that I haven't touched a woman for too long, which caused this strange illusion?

Thinking about it carefully, from being captured by a horse thief to the present, there is really no woman around me—the only Annie who can see and eat, is also one of the culprits that caused me to be in an extremely embarrassing situation... It's unimaginable on the body. If the gang of friends in Ludwigsburg find out, they will probably laugh their teeth out.

But this reason is definitely not valid for Earl Elvis. Among other things, judging from the large group of beautiful maids around Earl Ian and the situation Beatrix said, Earl Elvis It is impossible that there are no servants, even if he doesn't like women, there are groups of male servants and servants, and there are quite a few of Earl Ian's male servants who are good-looking-so back to the question, my lord, What are you thinking?How did things develop into this way?

While I was holding my head in deep thought, the door of the living room was opened.

"Let me be quiet..."

I angrily lifted the quilt on my head—this action pulled something again and I gasped, but before I could finish my angry words, I saw that not only the maids, but also the maids with Earl Elvis with a neat cane.

Facing the Earl's eyes looking at me calmly, I froze for a while, swallowed all my words, let go of my hand, and fell back on the bed again, and then wanted to pull the quilt, turn around and bury myself again.

The quilt was pulled halfway and it was pulled.

"I heard that you haven't eaten yet." The count said unhurriedly, still in that steady and peaceful tone, as if what happened last night had never happened at all, as calmly as talking to an ordinary tantrum My friend said the same thing, which made me even more confused about what he was thinking.

"I don't want to eat." I said sullenly, my eyes wandering, not daring to meet his eyes.

Unlike me who was only wearing cotton pajamas lying on the bed, the Earl was wearing an English-style white turtleneck shirt and black trousers. Although there was no whalebone collar, the buttons were buttoned all the way to the neck, showing the meticulous personality of the owner. ——I felt panicked just by looking at it, and he even wore a black coat!This restrained and boring British style - when you have no guests at home, shouldn't you wear casual clothes that are more comfortable at home?

His clothes made me suspect that he should not have walked into the living room, but the reception room where he was going to receive some distinguished guests—I thought he was dressed in black and white yesterday because Earl Ian was far away. After returning from the trip, it seems that this is actually the adult's daily clothing style.

"Aren't you going to get up? That's a pity. It doesn't look like you need to include your personal statement in your letter to the residence of the Governor of Georgia, Duke Lane."

As soon as I heard Duke Lane, I couldn't help sitting up from the bed, and almost forgot about my physical discomfort.

"Are you going to write to Governor Lane of New Jersey? About me?"

After getting an affirmative answer, I was at a loss.

"How are you going to explain my situation? The Duke of Lane has never seen me, and he doesn't even know of my existence... My lord, can I read your letter?"

The opportunity to send a letter to the Duke of Lane, which I tried my best in the Kollek Manor, just appeared in front of me. It was like a dream. Instead, I was afraid that something would happen again—for example, the letter sent out did not arrive. Tell me about my background, or have other questions.

Earl Elvis looked at me and didn't speak. In a hurry, I couldn't help but grabbed his hand: "My lord? My lord, I am not questioning your promise, but..."

"I think you need a little food and a change of clothes before discussing Duke Lane."

Earl Elvis said in a gentle but unquestionable tone, "Of course, if you are too tired to get up, I will be happy to do it for you."

Seeing that he was really about to reach out to untie my nightgown, I was so frightened that I immediately let go of his hand and shrank myself under the quilt, only showing my eyes to watch his actions nervously.

"This, please ask the maid to do this kind of servant's work! I don't need to trouble you!"

Virgin Mary, is this really the Earl Elvis who was serious when we first met?This unexpected move, could it be that bad-tempered Earl Ian pretending to be it?

The count did nothing else, but said, "I'll be waiting for you outside," and then turned and walked out, much to my relief.

I didn't realize it until I stood in front of the mirror and the maid brought me a change of clothes.

——What about skipping breakfast?

Earl Elvis really does not allow others to go against his will, even if it is just such a small thing as I don't want to eat breakfast.

While changing clothes, I got into a heated argument with the maids about "what to wear".

"Dear Jenny, if you didn't know last night, you should know by now that I'm a man, so don't get me ladies' clothes, whether they're silk or English velvet or Indian cotton, or diamonds. No! I definitely won't wear it, if you don't give me men's clothes, I'll just go out in my nightgown."

"Call me Jane, sir—since you were able to fool all of us with your dress last night, don't wonder why I've prepared you ladies' clothes, even if it's the best tailor, you You have to ask him to measure for you, and then spend sewing time to give you new clothes!"

"There are so many men in the manor. I don't believe that no one is close to my figure. You can send someone to ask them how many sets they want."

After refusing three shifts, afternoon tea dresses and togas that the maids brought me, Jane finally relented and went out for a while—perhaps after asking Elvis— —Finally, she brought a set of men's home clothes consisting of a white satin shirt with ancient patterns embroidered with gold thread and black slightly loose pants.

"These are the clothes Mr. Elvis chose for you. They are the clothes he will wear when he is free at home. Of course, if you want to wear the same clothes as Mr. Elvis is wearing today, there are many clothes."

"He's so much taller than me..."

"If you don't want this, wear a skirt!"

Probably because I was too impatient, the head maid gave an ultimatum directly.

"All right……"

Home clothes are designed to be loose and comfortable, not to mention that Elvis is half a head taller than me. His clothes made me look a lot bigger in them, like a child secretly wearing brother’s clothes, especially the face. It's even more awkward when it comes to the original owner of the clothes.

On the contrary, when Earl Elvis saw it, although he still had no expression, I could feel that he seemed very satisfied.

"This suit suits you well," he said.

"Thank you for your compliment." I replied dryly.

The breakfast prepared by the maids is in the small reception room next to the living room, so close that you don’t even need to walk a few steps—this is one of the common uses of the reception room in this kind of suite, if it is the kind that needs to walk to the building The middle line also needs to go down the stairs, and the large restaurant is generally used for large banquets, so I would definitely rather not eat it.

——However, when we stepped into the small reception room, I actually saw Earl Ian in it.

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It's okay to wear clothes and toss

If you have breakfast, you have to face the Shura field

Edmund: I'm so sad

I'm a little bored today

Then I discovered a magical operation-I seem to be able to throw a starfish to myself? ? ? (╯□╰)

What kind of logic is this, it feels so embarrassing...