Are you dreaming now, or is everything you experience later a dream?
The dull pain on his face made Victor fall into deep self-doubt.
He still vaguely remembered the faces of his father and mother, who were sitting at the dining table doing their own things.
Victor walked down the stairs slowly. He smelled the delicious aroma of meat and sweet cheese, and saw three other servants: Eva, Kare and Julie, who were serving dinner plates to the master.
His father was focused on the newspaper in his hand, paying no attention to anyone, while his mother was looking in the mirror at the dining table, playing with her hair, not knowing why she was arranging her appearance before lunch.
A dog barked outside the window. The gardener named Johnny was limping and chasing the yellow dog at home. It seemed that the dog had taken away his freshly baked muffins.
"Master Victor, please take a seat and dine."
A familiar voice drew Victor's attention back.
He saw the gray-haired old man, that was Vincent, the housekeeper.
At this time, this most mysterious family member was standing respectfully at the entrance of the corridor, bowing his head to Victor.
As he looked up and down, Victor could not tell that the person in front of him had any secrets. Vincent gave people the impression that he was just an honest old man.
"Are you Vincent?"
"Master Victor? You see me every day, so you should know my name." The butler's eyes showed surprise.
Victor kept recalling what happened after his family was wiped out. The bodies of the rest of the people living in the mansion were found after the fire, but Vincent's was missing.
"Are you the butler of the Daemon family? Or a scholar? Or someone else?"
Victor continued to question him, and Vincent couldn't help but take two steps back, his expression became nervous and even at a loss.
"I...I don't know what you are talking about, Master..."
"Victor Damon!" Suddenly, his father's voice came, stopping Victor from forcing the butler.
"Let the old man go! Come and have a meal." He ordered in a commanding tone.
Victor frowned, looked at the old butler deeply, and finally sat at the dining table.
The coldness on the chair reminded him of the authenticity of this place. Victor once again observed his father and mother. Comparing the two people in front of him with the parents in his memory, he found that their habits and actions were the same as in his memory.
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He sat opposite his father and on the other side of the square table. The old butler ran over and opened the cover on the dinner plate. He first took out a piece of steak, cut a thin slice with a knife and fork, and served it to the current owner...that is, Victor's
Father served it.
After serving the master, Vincent began to serve the mistress.
Victor's father put down the newspaper and glanced at the empty goblet to the maid standing next to him. The latter clearly picked up the wine jar and poured wine for the master.
"Did you go to town again yesterday?"
After his father took a sip of wine, he began to criticize Victor in a sharp tone.
"This is the third time this month that the town's sheriff has come to our door. Do you need to explain?"
Victor reached out and took the steak from Vincent, without even remembering what he had done.
Oh no……
In fact, he did know that he had caused a lot of trouble in the small town of Walding in the past, but what day was it now? What month was it, and what did he do yesterday or earlier? He had no idea at all.
Seeing the confused expression on his face, his father thought that this guy was pretending to be stupid, so he became even more angry: "Victor, I always teach you that this industry will belong to you in the future, and you should learn from me."
How to manage the plantation and the slaves at home, instead of spending family money to go to town beating people and molesting women.”
Hearing this, Victor's face twitched in embarrassment, and the next second, her mother finally put away the mirror, forked the steak and said: "Maybe we should find him a woman, what I'm saying is...
…marriage."
"Let him get married?" The father looked at Victor with extremely suspicious eyes, "No... no, this is too stupid. He is not ready yet. I don't want to see his young wife washing his underwear."
These words made Victor break his guard on the spot.
no……
Dad, what do you mean? Is he a good man who can't even wash his underwear?
He was about to stand up and refute, but suddenly after careful recall, Victor discovered that the clothes he seemed to have worn before his family was destroyed... were indeed not washed by him...
This is even more embarrassing.
Following the chewing sounds and gazes of his parents, Victor was on pins and needles.
Suddenly, he discovered something strange. He raised his head and glanced around the dining table, as if... there was one person missing!
"Where's Alice?"
That was Victor's sister. In my memory, she was a naughty and petite girl with twin tails.
Now the host family is having a meal, but one member is missing, but the parents have not shown any abnormality. Logically speaking, shouldn't they wait for her to come and have dinner together?
As Victor asked the question, his father and mother stopped moving their forks at the same time, and their eyes focused on Victor.
Not only that, Vincent, the butler who was cutting steak next to him, also stopped and looked at Victor with the same eyes.
Susan, Eva, Kare, and Julie, the four maids standing at the four corners of the square table, also looked at Victor together.
Even Johnny, who had beaten the dog to death outside the window, looked in through the window and his eyes fell on Victor, whose face was covered with dog blood.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the house was extremely depressing, and the strangeness spread. All sounds stopped in an instant, leaving only dead silence.
Eight people, sixteen eyes, and eight gazes focused on Victor, which made his skin crawl instantly.
After a moment of trembling, Victor immediately said, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me?"
Mother picked up the fork and tapped the lids of the plates on the table that had not yet been opened.
"Isn't she right here?"
A chill filled the air, and Victor's heart skipped a beat. Suddenly! The largest dinner plate lid in the center was hit by something, and it made a clanging sound! It seemed that the food inside was alive and wanted to jump out.
Victor was so nervous that he hurriedly reached his hands to his waist, but suddenly remembered that he was at home, and he had neither a pistol nor flying cards nor spells on him.
At this time, the treads of the stairs creaked, and someone slowly walked down from upstairs. Some fishy-smelling liquid dripped on every step she walked.
Following the sound, Victor looked over and saw a little girl without a head. The blood spurting from her neck had stained the entire white skirt. Her movements were as stiff as a walking zombie.
She was like a puppet controlled by someone, walking down the stairs step by step, with suffocating horror and terror.
Victor's heart suddenly rose to his throat. He squeezed the corner of the dining table so hard that the veins on the back of his hand popped out.
Suddenly! The central dinner plate cover was hit by something inside again.
Victor immediately looked over and saw dark red blood overflowing from under the gap in the cover.
He suddenly realized something and reached out tremblingly to open the lid.
The head of his sister, Alice Damon, was under the cover, her face was pale, and she stared at him with eyes full of pain!
