Succubus' Manor

"I want to eat meat." Chi Yan lay on the recliner, holding a water glass in his hand, with a look of lovelessness.

The butler stepped forward and covered Chi Yan with an animal skin blanket. He said seriously, "The merchant hasn't come yet."

Chi Yan said in despair: "Even if they come, what they bring is stinky meat."

Merchants went to the farms to buy meat, and then went to sell it in the territories of various nobles. There was no means of preservation here, and whether they could buy fresh meat depended on the distance from the farm to the territory.

Unfortunately, Chi Yan's territory happened to be far away from the farm. He ate the meat made by the cook three days ago. After two days, he was still craving meat.

In the past, Chi Yan only ate lean meat and didn't eat any fat meat.

Now Chi Yan wants to eat fat, he feels that there is no fat in his stomach.

Give him a piece of braised pork, and he can definitely drink up the soup.

The stinky meat is not tasty at all, even if the cook adds a lot of spices - after adding the spices, the smell and fragrance are mixed together, if it is not because he is so hungry, Chi Yan will never touch it, not at all .

Salt is also expensive here, so no one uses it for storage.

Smoking and drying makes the meat lesser, so it's better to let it stink.

Chi Yan couldn't understand, let's have less, if it stinks like that, can it really be eaten?

The steward said: "If you want fresh meat, you can only go hunting."

Chi Yan's eyes lit up: "Okay!"

The hunting tools are bows and arrows. The arrows are rusty, but they can still be used after being polished. These bows and arrows have to be reused, and they have to be collected again after use. This territory is really not rich.

But slaves certainly cannot go hunting. They have to cut down trees, burn charcoal, and build warehouses in the same way as houses.

So the only people who could go hunting were Chi Yan, the housekeeper, the two knights and Kleist.

"Do you know how to use bows and arrows?" Chi Yan asked Kleist, "Elves must know how to use bows and arrows, right?"

Kleist frowned slightly.

Chi Yan: "No way?"

In all the Western fantasy RGB games he played, the elves used bows and arrows, and he thought that real elves also used bows and arrows as weapons.

Chi Yan: "Then what do you use for hunting?"

Kleist took out a dagger.

The whole body of this dagger is black, without a trace of variegation.

"What material is this made of?" Chi Yan reached for it, and Kleist took it back.

Chi Yan was a little embarrassed, and then he remembered that he did not have Kleist's consent.

Kleist suddenly said: "You can't hold this dagger. It was left to me by my elders. I also know what material it is made of."

Chi Yan didn't quite believe it. Although he wasn't very strong, he was still a young man in his prime. How could he not be able to hold a dagger?

Seeing his insistence, Kleist could only put the dagger on the table and let Chi Yan get it by himself.

Chi Yan stretched out his hand.

"It's a bit heavy." Chi Yan said to Kleist.

Kleist smiled at him, brow raised.

Chi Yan took a deep breath, rubbed his palms, and continued to try.

Chi Yan's face turned red, but he didn't lift the dagger more than one centimeter.

Fortunately, he didn't insist, he let go of his hand: "You pick it up and have a look."

Kleist easily picked up the dagger and twirled it between them. Chi Yan's eyes lit up. He walked up to Kleist in two steps and looked closely at him.

Just looking at it wasn't enough, Chi Yan even got started. He put both hands on Kleist's arm holding the dagger, kneading the muscles on the opponent's arm. Kleist's muscles are very fine, which made him It looks a little skinny on the outside, but it is actually very strong.

While rubbing, Chi Yan praised: "You are so amazing."

"What did you eat to grow up?" Chi Yan blinked, "Can you take off your clothes?"

Kleist: "..."

Chi Yan: "I want to see your muscles. I didn't see them clearly last time. Do you exercise regularly? How do you exercise? If I want to train like you, how much time will it take?"

Kleist smiled and said, "If you want to see it."

Then he took it off, very simply and neatly.

Chi Yan carefully looked at the opponent's deltoid and biceps. He almost drool. He also wanted to have such muscles, but because he played games all the year round and didn't like sports, although he was not fat, he There is no muscle, it is a standard white chicken.

After coming to this world, he did have muscles, but compared with Kleist's muscles, his muscles paled in comparison.

It wasn't enough to watch. Just as Chi Yan was about to touch it, he was interrupted by Albert and Carl who were about to go hunting.

"My lord! We are ready! We will surely defeat the most ferocious beast!"

"Oh my lord! what are you doing!"

"My God! This elf is seducing your lord! He should be hanged!"

Albert rushed to Kleist, and he tried to knock Kleist down with his body, but before he could touch Kleist's body, Kleist threw one hand to the wall .

Chi Yan shouted: "Don't do it! I'm just asking him how to train myself!"

But Albert and Carl had already lost their minds. They looked at Kleist with red eyes, as if they were going to bite off a piece of Kleist's flesh with their eyes.

Kleist got dressed again, put away the dagger, and said to Chi Yan, "Leave them alone, let them calm down here."

"You must be a devil! You are here to seduce the adults, use your dirty body!"

Chi Yan: "It's not dirty, it's quite clean."

Albert went crazy: "My lord! Your eyes are blinded by the devil! They are best at this!"

Chi Yan: "..."

He felt that the two knights were getting worse and worse.

The last solution is to lock the two knights in the house.

Chi Yan complained to Kleist with a very headache: "It's always like this, I always encounter such things."

He was helpless, and he felt that he hadn't given anyone any hints.

Now he was beginning to wonder if he had indeed given them any hints.

Kleist patted Chi Yan on the shoulder: "It's not your problem, let's go hunting."

Chi Yan looked at him in confusion: "The knights are locked in the house, how can they hunt?"

Kleist raised his eyebrows and smiled at him: "What? You must have them to hunt? Are you underestimating me?"

Chi Yan walked beside Kleist: "It's still very dangerous in the woods, or we'll wait until the two of them return to normal before we go..."

Before Chi Yan could speak, Kleist suddenly turned around.

Chi Yan was taken aback. He was pressed against the wall by Kleist, who held his hand next to his ear.

The two are very close.

Chi Yan swallowed, he could smell Kleist's body.

It's not sweaty, it's a unique smell, neither fragrant nor stinky, but very nice.

He could even count Kleist's eyelashes, the man's thick and long eyelashes that made his eyes look even more beautiful.

Kleist's expression was still gentle, but his movements were full of oppression and aggression.

"Please trust me, my lord." Kleist held Chi Yan's hand.

When Chi Yan was in a daze, he took Chi Yan's hand and kissed the back of Chi Yan's hand.

Chi Yan was dumbfounded. He felt as if he had been shocked by electricity. The electricity was very weak, but it made his whole body numb at this moment. This numb feeling went straight to the sky.

Before he could react, Kleist had already let go of his hand and distanced himself from him.

"Let's go hunting." Kleist smiled at him, "Don't you want to eat meat?"

"I don't know what kind of game is in the woods."

Chi Yan shivered, and said like a well-behaved elementary school student: "Then I will trouble you."

When he left the castle, Chi Yan walked on the same hands and feet. He kept thinking about Kleist's kiss. He knew it was a hand kiss, but it was the first time he was kissed by someone. It felt very strange.

The warmth and touch of Kleist's lips seemed to remain on the back of his hand.

Kleist's lips were soft and warm.

Kleist: "What's wrong? Why keep looking at me?"

As if he had been caught cheating, Chi Yan lowered his head and whispered, "It's nothing, let's go."

But the butler desperately stopped Chi Yan: "My lord! You can't enter the woods without the protection of the knight! Even if I die here now, as long as I still have breath, I won't let you enter the woods!"

Chi Yan was hugged by his legs, very helpless: "There is Kleist."

The butler gave Kleist a hard look, then turned his head and continued to cry: "My lord, this territory has already changed four lords, she can't lose you anymore! You can't put yourself in danger! My lord! Please have mercy on this land, have mercy on the people on this land, and have mercy on me!"

Chi Yan watched the housekeeper cry, and he looked at Kleist.

Kleist shrugged at him, spread his hands and said, "I'll go alone, you stay."

Kleist smiled: "Otherwise this old guy might jump off the castle."

Butler: "Who are you calling an old guy! Do you think you are young?! I was stronger than you when I was young!"

Kleist waved his hand and walked out of the gate of the castle. He only brought a dagger and walked into the dense woods.

Seeing that Kleist was gone, the butler let go of Chi Yan's legs, patted the dust and dirt on his body, and became the serious and indifferent butler before.

It seemed that he wasn't the one who hugged Chi Yan's thigh and cried out just now.

"My lord, hunting is not suitable for you." The butler said, "You should enjoy the wine and enjoy the scenery of the territory."

Chi Yan: "...Where did you get the good wine?"

Butler: "There is wine, do you want to drink?"

Chi Yan reluctantly said, "Okay."

In another world, he had just turned [-] and hadn't had a drink yet.

However, when he drank the wine into his mouth, he said with a complex expression: "Is this really good wine?"

The housekeeper looked proud: "This is the wine of the Holy Court, it is very precious! The last lord spent two silver coins to buy a small bottle."

Where is this worth two silver coins?

His parents often bought this kind of low-quality grape juice for him when he was a child, and they tricked him into calling it wine.

Chi Yan: "..."

Is it because the brewing technology here is too poor, or the housekeeper also treats him like a child?

The author has something to say: Butler: "I have a special face-changing skill."