She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with fair skin and three-dimensional features, and was definitely a beauty.
When Hitzfeld focused his attention on her, she was powdering her face and turning back and forth in front of the mirror, muttering something.
"Claire, come on...believe in yourself."
"You've endured the hardship of being selected, and it's just a matter of a few days of being wronged in a place like this... You will prove your worth."
After encouraging herself, she stood up, looked towards the closet, and took out an extremely bright and beautiful black and white dress.
The dress had more embellishments and details than most of the ones Hitzfeld had worn, but she noticed that there was an apron sewn tightly together at the front of the dress.
This means that no matter how fancy and beautiful it is, it is just a maid dress.
It was worn by domestic servants and maids.
She took off her clothes and put on a maid skirt, put on a headdress and wrist ornaments, and then took out a pair of black high heels from under the bed and put them on. Then this body pushed open the door with enthusiasm.
Walk through the dark corridor, go up the spiral staircase, and push open a door, and what appears before your eyes is the magnificent villa hall.
"Good morning, Miss William."
"Good morning, Claire."
It seemed to be early morning, and there were already many maids in similar clothing cleaning the place. They greeted the body, and Hitzfeld confirmed that her name was "Claire William", and the carrier she possessed remained the same.
Claire responded to these people one by one, took another set of cleaning tools from the utility room next door, and started to join in the cleaning.
This place is huge, with a ceiling more than ten meters above the ground, and it is as magnificent as a fairy tale castle. They need to carefully clean every corner of the mansion hall, and there must not be any dust even in the cracks of the windows.
"Have you heard, Claire?" A young maid with freckles on her face came closer. "There's a party tonight~"
"The banquet..."
Hitzfeld heard himself sigh with longing.
"You don't hold out hope, do you, Claire?" The maid smiled and pushed her. "Don't be silly... After the party starts, the doors here will be closed. The master won't allow us to come in at all."
"I know." Claire nodded, "But we all know that it is the closest channel to the extraordinary..."
"extraordinary……"
Hearing this word, the young maid also fell silent.
"I don't want to waste my time, Lysa," Carlisle said again.
She pointed ahead, and Hitzfeld looked in that direction and found a maid cleaning windows among the crowd.
She looked much older, with wrinkles on her face, and her legs and feet were not as convenient as others.
"I don't want to be like her." Carlisle said again, "Old and ugly... there's no point in surviving."
"Once you embark on this path, you are destined to say goodbye to that world." The young maid's eyes widened, "...You are not still thinking about going back, are you, Claire? The master will go crazy if she knows!"
"As long as you don't say anything nonsense, he won't know."
His gaze slowly shifted to the other person's face.
"Just like I won't tell anyone that you and Nomus are in that kind of relationship..."
Very smart girl.
Seeing the maid named "Lysa" pouting silently, Hitzfeld nodded secretly.
In such an environment, it is too foolish to expect others to be credible. The best way is to have a handle on them and gradually pull them into your camp.
camp……
She was stunned.
I don’t even know what she’s going to do… Why would such a thought come to my mind?
Besides, this is obviously a picture of "Claire William" before her death. I already knew her ending, so why would I have any illusions about her?
"You have to know your position in your heart."
Maid Lisa came over and started mumbling again.
"Really, Claire... They all know that I'm familiar with you. If anything happens to you, I'll be implicated. I don't want to disappear from here."
"Everyone was chosen for their own wishes. You have to understand that we did it willingly."
Hitzfeld saw her pointing to the patterned marble floor.
"For Fareham."
"For Farrell House!"
Chapter 46 Dinner
Half a month has passed since Hitzfeld's consciousness attached itself to Claire William.
During the past half month, her life was relatively regular - she got up at 5:30 every day, took care of herself and did some basic cleaning, then gathered with other maids in the servants' dining room for breakfast; then she started cleaning the second floor, and when she finished it was around 12:30, she came back for lunch, and in the afternoon she cleaned the third and fourth floors, and had to finish before 6 o'clock in the evening.
If the work is not completed, everyone will be punished. The most direct punishment is that they will not have food to eat at night and will have to go hungry all night.
But if they finish, they will be rewarded with dinner which is far more valuable than breakfast and lunch.
Hitzfeld had seen the reward with her own eyes. It was a piece of meat of unknown species, cut into cubes and placed on a plate, with patterned cuts on it and sauce poured over it. Even though she couldn't smell it herself, she knew it must taste delicious just by looking at the intoxicated expressions of the servants.
She wasn't envious at all because she thought there was something seriously wrong with those pieces of meat.
Even if the maid who ate the meat was petite, she would not look tired when working the next day.
But they slept very soundly last night.
As far as Hitzfeld could observe, no servants ever got up to relieve themselves during the night.
It is worth mentioning that they don’t have to clean this castle mansion every day.
They have one day off every six days, and on that day they are gathered together - along with other servants in the mansion, including those who look like butlers and guards, they are taken to a hall to pray to the statue.
After praying all morning, the afternoon was the time for teaching. Someone wearing a thick dark blue cloak would come up to the stage to give lectures on astronomy, geography, and mathematics, with occasional bits of mystical knowledge that seemed relatively superficial to Hitzfeld.
Of course - it was indeed very simple for someone like her who had just flipped through the remaining pages of the Book of the Dead not long ago.
The manuscripts listed specific training methods. They were the arrangements for bloody rituals and summoning rituals. The cloaked man did not talk about these at all, but only asked everyone to consolidate their knowledge and work hard to discover their own "spirits".
"You are all talented!" She had heard a cloaked man emphasize this, "People without the potential to be a poltergeist are not qualified to enter Farrell Palace, so don't look down on yourselves. If you work hard, everything will be hopeful."
Is there really hope?
Hitzfeld thought they were lying.
During this half month, even though the time in the time travel was not constant and often sped up to skip those unimportant "plots", it was enough for her to have a basic understanding of Farrell Palace.
In short, this is a castle on the top of a mountain. It is a real castle, with a layer of white paint on the outside and magnificent interior decoration. It belongs to the most famous noble family in the vicinity, the Fareham family, and these servants are selected from the Fareham family.
The Fareham family is not simple either.
From the servants' frequent talk about their yearning for the extraordinary, it can be guessed that this is probably a secret family that possesses extraordinary powers. They absorb those who have "wishes" from society through their own channels, select those who are relatively talented and bring them here to be trained as servants, using them to do basic chores while teaching them. If someone can "awaken" or "upgrade", they can directly break through the class and obtain permission to attend the banquet.
The banquet is something even more mysterious.
Hitzfeld had heard the term many times in the past month, but she had never actually seen what a banquet at Farrell Palace was like.
There are only dinner parties here, which start at 6pm. The time of the party is not fixed. Sometimes there are banquets all six days of the week, and sometimes there is none.
According to rumors circulating among the servants, only those who are truly extraordinary can attend the banquet, and their purpose of attending the banquet is to expand their network, exchange information, and even secretly trade some knowledge and materials.
They may come from any corner of the world, some prominent, some anonymous... No one knows what their identities are in real life, because all guests coming to the banquet have to wear masks without exception.
Dinner started at 6 o'clock and was strictly closed to servants - Hitzfeld thought this was why the maids were required to finish cleaning by 6 o'clock.
Seriously, she thought this place was a bit eerie.
The first thing is naturally preconceived ideas. In her dream, she saw someone writing a threatening letter to the owner of Farrell House, stating that "Fellham made an unjust and immoral decision last Friday."
Of course, she didn't know what the decision was at first, but after reading the remaining pages of the manuscript, she guessed: the author of the manuscript was most likely a member of the Fehlem family, and the summary he wrote at the end also showed that he had considered using a manor located in the western suburbs of Bernmauz for experiments.
For someone who could write down such taboo knowledge, the experiment he mentioned was obviously not a good thing. From this perspective, it is absolutely reasonable to accuse him of being "unjust and immoral".
And the threatening letter undoubtedly worked.
Although Hitzfeld didn't understand how that worked...but from the emotions revealed behind that passage, it can be guessed that the author was very afraid of what was behind the threatening letter, and very afraid of the manor where he once wanted to murder.
For a moment she thought it was Hitzfell Manor.
But she quickly ruled out this idea because the Hitzfell Manor she knew was not in Burnham Place - Burnham Place was the name of a place on the island of England, and every time she went back to the manor, she got off the plane in France.
When she thought of this, she finally realized why she had felt uncomfortable before.
Because this is not the Namibian world.
The car parked on the road, the car logo... the logo, it does not belong to Namibia, just like the place names like Bernmauz, it belongs to the real world in our cognition.
Farrell House on Earth.
The Farehams are on Earth.
The letter writer and the threatening letter in her dream, all the stories happened on Earth.
Is it creepy?
A little bit, but not profound.
Maybe she was mentally prepared: Regarding the letter [l], that was also not something that should appear in Namiya.
Strictly speaking, just the Hitzfell Manor before she traveled through time, and the box in the small auditorium behind the manor... the existence of these things alone is enough to prove that the world before she traveled through time was not that simple, and must have had extraordinary elements.
The Felum family mistakenly regarded a manor in Burnmoz as a mortal asset and thought they could dispose of it at will. However, they did not expect that the background there was even bigger than this side and they directly commissioned a powerful extraordinary person to use means to deter them - this was the course of events she deduced.
But this kind of thing...
This event, which seems like a conflict between two families of extraordinary people, why could I perceive it in the form of a dream?
The power of the God's Eye can actually trace back what happened in the earth's time and space. Does this mean that the eyes of the evil god Abu-Gesar have always been watching the earth?
Are the two worlds related? Can I travel back?
As those conjectures were confirmed one by one, Hitzfeld became more confused.
And in the time projection, another dinner is about to begin.
Hitzfeld was distracted.
Since she became familiar with the daily schedule at Farrell House, she did not spend extra energy paying attention to Claire, but instead spent more time observing other people, hoping to discover further clues.
But soon, she realized that things had changed.
Claire William had obviously been planning something in secret in recent days, and Hitzfeld witnessed her stealing fish bones and doing needlework in secret.
Especially - after the girl finished eating the meat for dinner today, she did not go back to her room to rest immediately, but found a secret corner to spit it out.
She finally realized that there was something wrong with the piece of meat.
Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes secretly.
This girl is really smart.
She wanted to sneak in for a dinner party?
The clock struck 6 in the evening and the last ray of sunlight sank into the ground.
One after another, extremely luxurious stretched cars drove into the castle. The people who got off the cars all wore masks without exception, but their clothes were not necessarily expensive.
Claire leaned against the window and watched everything. She took a breath and took out the things she had sewn these days from the gap in her apron.
It was a cloth mask.
The pale mask is divided into three hooks with thin threads. When wearing it, you need to tie three knots behind your head.
It covered Claire's entire face, leaving only her two eyes exposed for her to see.
"It's time to get out of this damn life..."
Hitzfeld heard her mumbling to herself, and then he pulled hard on her body, tearing off the apron that symbolized her status as a maid.
She was not surprised why Claire was so bold as to attend the party in such a poor disguise.
The root cause is arrogance: the Fareham family, as the owners of the manor, seem to have never seen the maid in their house.
These people don't show up most of the time. They only appear at dinner parties and attend the party as hosts only from 6 pm to dawn.
Therefore, they have never seen it and generally will not be impressed by the styles of maids' dresses.
Claire must have known this for sure, which is why she was so bold as to try to impersonate him.
