Marquis' Express Butler

As a butler, you often think of an old man's servants. So did I. They're common in dramas and novels.

However, the deacon of the late Adeline here was a bit different.

Maybe that's what all the butlers in the world look like, but we haven't seen it yet, so let it go for a while.

The butler was more prestigious than I expected.

Especially the deacons, the deacons, seemed to have great power. I saw you talking to the knights a while ago, but they were knights, not butlers.

When a person named Janrov, the chairman, appeared, the atmosphere became heavy. I thought it might be equivalent to the Knight Master.

There is also a class of butlers.

The lowest rank is apprentice butler. It is also where I am now.

I take the test during my apprenticeship, and if I pass it, I will become a formal butler.

In addition, there are several levels, including the Chief Deacon, the Chief Executive Officer, and others. I found out that it's not just a sequence, but the rank varies depending on the position.

I don't know the details because I don't have a clear memory yet. I need to find out more.

There are many things a butler does, but basically he oversees all the administrative work that takes place within the family.

What human essentials are we all aware of?

It is the drink of consciousness.

Everything you start with and stay with is under the steward's control. The butler had the power to serve the maid, the power to appoint a chef, as well as all the authority associated with the ritualist.

In other words, if you have an eye for talent, you can succeed quickly in this line of work.

“My skills are very useful in that sense. ”

I couldn't help but smile. If you use the status window, the user can see the target's traits and skills at a glance.

If Rohan is an example, it is much more beneficial to have him cleaned up than to put him in the kitchen. Because his cleaning grade was A, but his cooking was C.

Using this capability on others will significantly increase work efficiency. As a sim game enthusiast, I've found new fun.

But it's still early.

I couldn't even get back to work, and most of all, I was getting sidetracked by butler apprentices.

I needed to solve a fundamental problem and then make a move.

Well, I wouldn't worry too much. I already have a plan in place.

“Hey, loser! ”

I hear someone's voice as I keep walking. It was a sticky, unpleasant voice.

I might not have been called a jerk, not a name, but unfortunately I was alone in the hallway in front of me.

You pause for a moment and turn your head back.

There was a young man standing in the same dress as me. He was also one of the butler's apprentices.

That's a surprise.

I remember him pushing me off the balcony. His name is probably Veron Yogheim. Arwen told me and I remembered.

He walks over here with a nasty smile.

“Where are you going? ”

“I'm here to see Janroff. ”

“To see? Fuck. Why is the horse so short? If you say you have a head injury, I'll kill you. ”

A strong swearing comes out. My expression was stiff for a moment, but I could relax to smile when I applied it to him.

“Are you smiling? Crazy bastard. Are you really out of your mind? ”

“I don't want to talk about it here, but do you want me to move? ”

“Huh!”

“By the way, is that your name, Veron? ”

“It's Veron, right? Did you eat something wrong today? ”

Seeing as you're about to swing your fist, you're right.

Veron's been harassing me ever since I got here. The original owner, Dylan, remembers a little, and Lohan confirms the story later.

I personally hate it.

You bastards trust in power!

Even in the Republic of Korea, where I lived, these guys were hard-core. People who didn't have ID and ink were ripped out of school.

It was a jurisdiction, but it was a world with fists closer than law.

But it's different now.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. When a horse comes rough, even the words that go rough should be rough. Now that I have the strength, I decided to use it in a meaningful place.

I have gained the mystical power of God's will to train these bastards.

Let's take a look at what I'm capable of.

“Good luck today, asshole. It was an annoying car. Let's get this over with! ”

I tucked my ear.

“You talk too much. Lead the way.”

“This bastard? ”

That's how Veron and I moved to the cellar. It was quite quiet because it was a place where a lot of things were stored and very few people were there.

Bang!

Veron locks the door inside. Then he grinned with a sinister smile, kneading his fingers.

“If you are beaten to death, you will regain your mind. Bite it hard! It's your loss if you leave your teeth out. You should be thanking me when you regain your senses. ”

“Let me ask you something first. ”

“What the fuck? What the fuck are you asking me about? ”

“Why are you bothering Dylan so much? ”

The question was a little strange. It came out in threes. Because I'm not the real Dylan.

But Veron didn't particularly mention the absurdity.

“I don't want to see you because you're a butler with no rats. You're perfect for begging on the street! ”

“That's it? ”

“What man? ”

“Is that all? It's too fresh for a reason. ”

Knng.

He grabbed me by the neck. Then I raise my right hand. So you can hit me in the face if you want.

You're pretty strong, huh?

I'm curious about his stats.

At that moment, the status window was printed in view.

○ Veron Yogheim

Rank:

Level: 14

Characteristics: Assault A, Theft B, Slash C, Permission C, Taunt C, Iron Wall D,???

Status: Desolate

[not open]

……

I thought the window wouldn't open because we weren't getting along, but it's so friendly.

What's the abuse, by the way? Is that the abuse I think it is...?

I don't think only skills with positive meaning are listed.

However, the skill or trait doesn't suit the Young Chamberlain. It's a great combination for back-alley rafters. I don't understand why I chose this human.

I didn't want any part of him to fit in.

Tak!

I let go of his hand.

“Look at this guy? Rebel?”

“Do you know why I asked you to move to a quiet place? Is that a pretty dog? ”

This time I grabbed her by the neck.

I had the power of an unknown oil. As long as he was struggling, I couldn't get out of my hands.

Veron gasps and lets out a rough breath.

“The right answer is you, not me! ”

Tak!

This time, Veron shook my hand.

I was able to endure with enough strength, but I had to test my strength, so I decided to play for a while.

“Son of a bitch!”

Boom!

His swinging fist seems to have gone to waste. It was a fleeting moment, but my body was faster. This is the result of his attacks that appear to be slow motion.

This time, a kick flew in.

You make fun of your feet and duck backwards. A furious man throws a chair.

This isn't what I expected.

Parker!

I shrugged my left arm and blocked the chair. The chair is shattered. It's like they're on the floor.

I didn't just stop it, I stopped it with the mystical power that was flowing through my heart.

Worth more than I thought.

Your Majesty! There's one more sorcerer standing by!

I heard a lot of ideas about applying it.

But now is not the time. It's time to train the puppy in front of you. I grabbed his collar as he ran through the gap.

“Huff!”

Ta-da!

I slapped him on the cheek lightly. Blood splatters and his face twists. This situation seems more shocking than pain.

You'd be surprised.

If the baker suddenly grabs him by the neck and slaps him in the cheek, the party will freeze, too.

“Are you out of your mind? What happens... Ugh! ”

Ta-da!

His voice trembles.

It was proof that my plan was working. I slapped him once more. This time, I hit him with the back of my hand more painfully.

“It's not fun to be beaten, so count them. I'm only gonna hit 30. Okay?”

“Hey! Wait! Wait!”

“Why would I? ”

Boom! Boom!

I slapped him in the cheek until he surrendered. Eventually, I had to count the right number with tears shed.

“Sixteen…. ”

“You have a low voice? ”

“16!”

Boom! Boom!

“Seventeen……! ”

Get out of here!

“Eighteen!”

“Stop moving. Did you just swear at me? ”

“Oh, no! You've got it all wrong! It's a count! Seventeen to eighteen! ”

“Cute kid. ”

Boom! Boom!

I slapped my cheek again. I didn't want to look at you. Those who trust in their power must surrender with their strength to defend themselves.

So full of thirties, I loosened my hand around my collar.

I feel all right.

“Heheheh heh heh heh heh.”

He sits down, his tears spilling. Her lips were all blown off, and her cheeks were covered in fingerprints. Probably not even carrying a face.

He was weaker than I thought. No, maybe I'm good at it. It was not a job to subdue an adult man.

I said, robbing the hands of blood.

“Don't tell the chairman what you just did to me. Instead, let's stay quiet for a while. I don't want any trouble. ”

“Hehehe……. ”

“Do you know what I mean? ”

Despite this reluctant nod, I leave the warehouse.

I remember something just before I left, and I turned back.

Then he grabs his collar and raises the window.

Status: Abyssal Revenge

That's it. I let him out of my sigh and came back out again.

* * *

Janlov is finally in the Oval Office. I knocked lightly and went inside.

“You must have been.... ”

He recognized me.

In fact, since all the butlers, including apprentice butlers, are in the mansion, there are more than a hundred people, so it's a lot of reflection to not remember your face. But I've seen it before, so I seem to remember it.

“I'm Dylan. I have something to tell you. ”

“Have a seat.”

Unfortunately, Janroff offered to take his place first.

I heard from Lohan that Janroff plays a lot of invisible roles in the late Adeline writer. You said you didn't know what it was.

It was said that he was more powerful than he seemed.

“Your concern has restored my body to full health. You can get back to work. ”

“Are you saying you want to continue your apprenticeship? ”

“That's right.”

“Hmm."

Janroff is momentarily lost in thought.

I had a hunch that something bad was going to happen. If you'd listened to me, you wouldn't have to worry about it.

I waited patiently.

“Regrettably, I've decided not to proceed with your apprenticeship. ”

As expected.

I noticed it when I was beating Veron. Veron is just a flick. He feels strongly that there may be someone behind him.

We don't know exactly who it is. But it's enough to tell Janloff what you're wearing.

I kept my face and asked.

“I beg your pardon, may I ask why? ”

“I don't want to hurt you. ”

“I'm fine. ”

“Then there's nothing I can do. Your midterm assessment was poor, and the injuries left a gap in our work, so we had an opinion. ”