Succubus' Manor

"What happened to Stettin?" Chi Yan almost choked on a mouthful of bread.

He did not expect that the merchants went to Stettin just in time for the Stettin riot.

What kind of luck is this?

However, after the demons who came back stuttered and clarified the matter, Chi Yan was dumbfounded - didn't he send a caravan, did he send a team of spies?

By the way, the demons who came back talked about what the teeth did.

He didn't dare to look at Chi Yan, so he only dared to lower his head and said, "The tooth said... that the lord and the dean there robbed us."

"Take things back."

"Take us to grab the things."

Chi Yanxin said it was okay, anyway, no one knew that the caravan belonged to him, they only knew that it was from his side, even if the Holy Court and the royal family came to hold them accountable, they could still get away with it, it was a little troublesome, but not What a big deal.

The demon clan lowered its head and whispered, "The teeth killed that nobleman."

Chi Yan, who just breathed a sigh of relief: "..."

The Mozu went on to say: "Originally, I planned to kill the dean, but Arnold said that killing the dean was not good, so he locked him up."

Chi Yan supported his forehead with a headache: "Tooth, it's good enough."

Cady stood by, trying to speak, but dared not speak.

Kleist sat on the side and said with a smile: "Isn't it great? We are just short of people."

"The food stored in the castle and the Holy House there is enough to feed those people."

Chi Yan: "Bring all the people here? Mrs. Campbell hasn't come back yet, and we don't have the medicine to treat the plague. It's too dangerous to bring people here."

The butler said on the side: "If your lord can manage Stettin, the problem will be solved."

Chi Yan: "I've never heard that one lord can manage two cities."

The butler has lived for a long time, and has seen and heard a lot. His old god gave Chi Yan a cup of sugar water, and then said: "300 years ago, there were five cities, all of which belonged to one lord. Jurisdiction, there was no Holy Court at that time."

This was the first time Chi Yan heard such a story. He sat up straight and waited for the butler to continue.

Steward: "At that time, several countries were at war, and many lords died in the civil strife, so the remaining lords occupied other places. Not only did the royal family not hold them accountable, but they even added a letter of appointment afterwards."

"It wasn't until the end of the war, the cessation of civil strife, and after Orange VI stabilized the regime, that new lords reappeared everywhere."

In other words, would it be bad luck to occupy other people's territory and take it for oneself in times of crisis?

Chi Yan was still a little worried: "That happened more than 300 years ago."

Steward: "It's very similar to what it was more than 300 years ago."

It's all the same chaos, and lords from all over the world will no longer go to the holy city to worship and meet the royal family every year, but now it depends on who will set this precedent.

The Mozu carefully lowered their voice and said: "Arnold and the others didn't know what to do with that dean, so they asked me... to bring him back."

Chi Yan thought of something, he frowned and asked, "You brought it back alone? How did you bring it back?"

The demon clan confusedly said: "Just change back to the original form... I carried it back."

It became.

The dean is probably not far from being scared to death.

Chi Yan suddenly remembered that Kadi probably didn't know the existence of the demons, but Chi Yan looked at Kadi and found that Kadi still maintained his usual expression. Did Kadi notice it earlier?Or have you already guessed?

Very general demeanor!

Cardi's back is tense, his mind is full of "original form", who has the original form?

Cardi was covered in cold sweat and clenched his teeth.

But in the eyes of others, Cardi appears stable and calm.

Even the butler, who has always been very picky about Kadi, looked at Kadi with a little more appreciation now, but Kadi himself didn't realize it, and was wholeheartedly nervous.

Chi Yan also knew that the caravan caused a big trouble. Since he couldn't calm down completely, and couldn't directly tear himself apart with the Holy Court and the royal family, he had to turn the bad thing into a good thing. He stood up and straightened his collar: "I'll go See the dean who was brought back."

"Since the lord of Stettin is dead, I can only have a chance if I get his strong recommendation."

Especially since he was born in the Holy Court, as long as the Holy Court agreed, or he cooked the raw rice, the Holy Court had to issue a letter of appointment if he didn't want to.

Chi Yan turned around and asked Kleist, "Come with me?"

Kleist walked to Chi Yan's side and took Chi Yan's hand: "Let's go."

Dean Bertram was locked in the stable. The demons who brought him back didn't know where to throw him, so they asked the coachman to watch Bertram, who was tied up, even though the stables were cleaned by the coachman. The place is very clean, but the smell is still there. After all, the horse has to excrete, and it can't be cleaned immediately after being pulled, and there is horse urine on the ground.

Bertram, who no longer needs to be splashed with dung every morning, has been treated in the dung pile again after many years.

The coachman was grooming the horse, and by the way he grabbed a handful of plump beans and fed it to the horse.

Bertram was carried all the way back by the "monster", so frightened that he lost his courage, he finally stepped on the ground, and the "monster" left again. Finally, he stopped trembling and carefully talked to the coachman: "You, you were also captured by monsters? Are you raising horses for them?"

The coachman cast a sidelong glance at him.

Although the coachman didn't know the cause and effect, he firmly believed that anyone who was caught and brought back was not a good thing.

So the coachman snorted and raised his head proudly: "I am able to raise horses because I am trusted by adults!"

"Do you think anyone can raise a horse? People outside want to raise horses, but adults still don't believe them!"

"The fur of my horse is the best. Can you see such a good horse outside?"

……

Bertram didn't expect that he only asked a question, and before he started to talk, he was sprayed with saliva by the other party, and a horse probably felt uncomfortable, turned his head and sprayed him in the face saliva.

Bertram had never been insulted like this in his life. He was born in a wealthy family, and his parents were devout saints. He had just walked and talked, and he went to the Holy Court with his parents every day to worship. They lived in the holy In the city, a prayer teacher in the holy city thought that he was a person with a relationship with God.

So he left home early and went to the Holy Academy to receive instruction.

And because he was smart and able to recite the holy scriptures backwards, he became the dean of a big city as soon as he was an adult.

But he didn't feel that he should suffer for the rest of his life, living a poor life like some idiot deans.

When he was in the holy city, his parents were in the city, and he could go home every holiday. As long as he returned home, he could live a luxurious life.

After leaving the holy city, he did some superficial work for a few years. After finding out what kind of person the local lord was, he began to show affection to him. So for so many years, he has what the lord has, and he has what the lord does not have. There are also.

Bertram's eyes were red, and he struggled to stand up, but his hands and feet were tied, and he couldn't maintain his balance. Just halfway through the stand, he made a "plop" and fell face down.

When Chi Yan arrived, what he saw was Bertram lying motionless on the ground, turning his face to tears.

Chi Yan originally wanted to pretend to be heartbroken, and try to make friends with him.

Now—this man is covered in horse dung, so let him go.

Although Chi Yan doesn't have a cleanliness obsession, this... is a bit dirty, and ordinary people don't quite accept it.

"Principal Bertram?" Chi Yan lifted up his robe and squatted down, showing a smiling face at the other party, "Aren't you angry when I invite you here rashly?"

Bertram blushed with anger.

But besides being angry, he was more afraid.

No matter who it is, when he has the experience of being carried back by the demons, he probably cannot remain indifferent.

Chi Yan: "Dean, let someone wash you up."

He really wanted to pinch his nose.

But it's not very polite to pinch your nose in front of others, so Chi Yan endured it.

Bertram gritted his teeth, unwilling to speak, he was afraid that if he spoke, the dirt on the ground would get on his lips.

Chi Yan glanced at Kadi.

Cady hurriedly let the servants go over together, and took Bertram to wash.

Chi Yan whispered to Kleist: "He looks too miserable."

Kleist was expressionless: "Is it miserable?"

Chi Yan: "I think I still have to use some means."

Kleist glanced at Chi Yan, his eyes filled with "You still use tricks?".

Chi Yan saw what Kleist meant: "I'm a succubus, at worst I'll drive in third gear."

In fact, Chi Yan has always avoided using the succubus' innate skills, fearing that he will rely on this ability after he gets used to it. After that, there will be no normal people around him except Kleist.

This ability sounds powerful, and it seems to be very cool to use.

But after having fun, there is only emptiness left. Everyone loves him because of this ability and can give everything for him. But from another perspective, those people are forced, and they have no ability to choose at all.

Kleist chuckled, "What do you want to do?"

Chi Yan: "Talk to him first to show affection and reason. If he doesn't listen to me, then think of other ways."

Bertram was stripped naked by the male servants and thrown into the barrel. The male servants did not say a word, and brushed him from head to tail with a brush, which was harder than brushing the bristles of a hunting pig. Bertram screamed It never stopped, those who knew knew he was taking a bath, those who didn't knew thought someone was slicing his flesh.

"What the hell are you trying to do?!" Bertram finally couldn't hold back, and roared in a broken voice, "I am the dean appointed by the Holy Court. If you kill me, the Holy Court will not let you go!"

"I want to see your lord!"

The manservant who scrubbed him worked harder.

Bertram finally survived this torture, so he was covered with a rough sackcloth—his white and tender skin, which was raised by him, was itchy and uncomfortable from the sackcloth, and the skin on his neck was quickly wiped away. The magic was red, and he couldn't help reaching out to grab it, making himself even more embarrassed.

After the servants cleaned him up, they left the room. Two people were guarding the door, leaving only Bertram in the room. Only Bertram was alone in this small space. It made Bertram feel at ease a lot.

He cautiously walked to the window, looked down from the window, and found that it turned out to be a big city.

There were many people coming and going on the street, all of them were fully dressed, but he didn't see a single beggar.

In addition, the streets here are the cleanest ever seen in Bertram.

He watched for a long time, but he didn't see a running mouse, nor did he see a person defecating on the spot.

In this room, he could hear people talking and laughing on the street.

The dwarves and goblins walked side by side, the human race and the tauren shoulder to shoulder, and there were many women on the road. They wore the same clothes as men. If it weren't for their figure, they couldn't tell whether they were men or women.

Bertram rubbed his eyes, he thought he was hallucinating.

Human race...how could they get so close to slaves?

Only the kingdom of heaven recorded in the holy scriptures will have such a scene.

Bertram thought he was dreaming.

That's right, it's just a caravan, how could the whole city be in such a mess.

But how could dozens of strange-looking people kill the Earl under the protection of so many guards?

It's just that this dream is too long and too real, and I can't wake up anyway.

After washing his hands, Chi Yan went to see Bertram alone.

The deans that Chi Yan had met were very limited. Apart from the two deans who appointed him, Bertram was the third.

The most interesting thing is that the first two are very upright people, compassionate and gentle, while Bertram is an ordinary person who is not very good, selfish, and using power for personal gain, but Bertram is the most common person. Also live best.

Chi Yan asked the two male servants guarding the door to open it.

After the door opened, Chi Yan saw Bertram sitting on a chair, who was also looking at him.

Bertram swallowed—is this handsome young man the one who imprisoned him?How could a person with such an outstanding face have such a vicious heart?

"Please allow me to introduce myself." Chi Yan turned and closed the door, and smiled at Bertram, "My name is Chi Yan, and I am the new lord of Saket, appointed by the Holy Court, and the caravan also obeys my orders Those who went to Stettin originally wanted to exchange some money back to prepare for the future, but unexpectedly..."

Bertram's hands clenched into fists, and he pursed his lips tightly: "You grabbed me here just to tell me this? You sold your soul to the devil, and you thought you would end up with something good? You are the Holy Court The person sent down is actually hanging out with the devil, so you are not afraid of the sanction of the Holy Spirit?!"

Chi Yan sighed: "Calm down, don't get angry, or we won't be able to talk anymore."

Just as Bertram was about to speak, Chi Yan said again: "If we can't go on talking, in order not to be held accountable by the Holy Court, I can only kill you."

"After all, if you're dead, no one will know that I sent those merchants there."

Bertram shut up.

Chi Yan: "Listen to me carefully, where did I just say?"

Bertram's legs were trembling with tension. He decided that the young man in front of him was a murderous, ruthless lunatic. He could chat and laugh with an ambitious man, he could call a brother and brother with an absurd man, but he couldn't talk to an absurd man. Crazy against it.

Chi Yan suddenly realized: "Oh, speaking of me, I asked the merchants to sell some goods and earn some money."

"In the end, you and the Earl planned to take all my goods without spending a single penny."

The corner of Bertram's mouth twitched: "My lord, there may be a misunderstanding here."

Since neither the Holy House nor the Holy Spirit can frighten each other, Bertram honestly admits to being cowardly, and there must be a price that can make the other party tempted when negotiating terms. He has nothing but tails.

Chi Yan: "No one manages Stettin now. Since my people caused the trouble, I have to solve this trouble, right? I have to be responsible."

Bertram raised his head and looked at Chi Yan blankly.

Chi Yan smiled and said, "I mean, I want to manage Stettin, and I want to be called the lord of Stettin."

Bertram's eyes widened: "You are already the lord of Saked! One lord manages two big cities..."

Chi Yan: "There is such a precedent, 300 years ago..."

Chi Yan repeated what the butler said.

Bertram: "It was a time of war! It is the royal family that cannot manage nobles everywhere!"

Chi Yan: "Isn't it the same now?"

Bertram suddenly fell silent.

Chi Yan looked at him: "You have two choices now, listen to me, or not listen to me."

"If you choose the former, although you can't enjoy it like before, you can still live in the Holy Court and live like the dean of other places. If you choose the latter, I can only send you to see the Holy Spirit. You can sue me whatever you want."

Chi Yan gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a genius who intimidates and lures.

Bertram: "My lord."

Chi Yan raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Bertram lowered his head: "You can't tell the Holy Court directly. Stettin is not a small city. Stettin sends a lot of things to the Holy City every year."

Chi Yan: "What do you give? Who do you give it to?"

Bertram gritted his teeth and said, "Send the gold and silverware to Grand Duke Archibald."

It was the first time Chi Yan had heard of this name, but there were many dukes living in the holy city. In another sense, these dukes were the core officials of the royal family.

Chi Yan: "That's it, what do you think should be done?"

After all, the Grand Dukes are far away in the holy city, but Bertram himself is in the cave of dragons and tigers. Pertram can hide this matter. When Grand Duke Archibald finds out that the annual filial piety is suddenly cut off, he will definitely find someone Come to ask, Chi Yan will be in trouble when the time comes.

But Bertram is afraid of death.

He was afraid that the person responsible from the holy city would come over, and he wouldn't be able to move Chi Yan for a while, but he would be killed by Chi Yan.

If Bertram has any merits, it must be his knowledge of current affairs.

He said: "The Count's death can be concealed."

Chi Yan: "Can it be concealed? Besides the knights, there are also guards, so they won't tell it?"

Bertram: "The earl is not an ordinary lord. He is an earl. He died in an assassination. The knights and guards will be held accountable. The knights will be demoted to civilians, and the guards will be driven out of the city. They dare not report go up."

"The knights and guards staying in the city must be trying to find a way to hide this matter." Bertram whispered.

Chi Yan: "You mean, I can take over directly without doing anything?"

Bertram held his breath and said, "Yes."

Chi Yan thought for a while: "You have a good rest, we will continue talking tomorrow."

Bertram lowered his head knowingly, saluted Chi Yan, and watched Chi Yan leave the room.

After Chi Yan left, Bertram sat down on the chair. He wiped the sweat from his brow, thinking that he had just walked around under the scythe of death. How could such a terrible person become a Lord of the big city.

Is the dean who appointed him blind?

After Chi Yan left, he also breathed a sigh of relief—he was worried that he was not acting like a villain. If Bertram knew that he couldn't really kill him, then his deterrent effect would be much less, Bert Rhyme will definitely have to bargain with him, that would be too troublesome.

After all, Stettin's lord was dead, and the only two leaders left was Bertram, so he needed a puppet no matter what.

Without this puppet, it would be much more troublesome to take over Stettin.

Chi Yan said to Kleist while eating: "I'm worried that he is afraid to listen to me now, and when he is not afraid, he will fight against me."

Kleist put down his chopsticks and handed Chi Yan a piece of paper. Chi Yan took it and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Kleist smiled and said, "Why don't you let me talk to him?"

Chi Yan's eyes widened: "Can you?"

He felt that Kleist might not be very good at dealing with people like Bertram, after all Kleist's eloquence—it wasn't very good.

Kleist's voice was extremely gentle: "How will you know if you don't try?"

Chi Yan: "...Then, why don't you try it?"

Anyway, Chi Yan didn't want to use his natural skills. If someone like Bertram looked at him with admiration all day long, he would be disgusted to death.

After dinner, Chi Yan returned to the room after washing up, nestled into Kleist's arms, and asked Kleist to rub his belly. While rubbing, Chi Yan closed his eyes and said with enjoyment: " In fact, Arnold and the others did not do a wrong thing.”

"Wrong and wrong, I originally thought that our city is on a plain, with few people and insufficient development power."

"Someone has to raise livestock and poultry and engage in agriculture, otherwise it will be a dilemma."

Chi Yan opened his eyes, put his arms around Kleist's neck, made Kleist bow his head and kissed him, and then continued: "It's all right now, as long as we have Stettin, we will have manpower , with resources, many things can be done in the name of the earl."

The difficulty becomes much smaller!

The earl can go directly to the farm to ask for livestock and poultry without applying to the Holy Court.

Moreover, the earl's power is so great that it is only under the duke. They don't need to report to the higher authorities or make any explanations for any policies they implement in the territory.

And the viscount and baron below, in order to seek asylum, would send many gifts over every year.

The more Chi Yan thought about it, the more he felt that this was probably destined.

"Actually, I'm pretty lucky." Chi Yan held Kleist's hand tightly.

He used to feel that he was unlucky, and if the territory improved slightly, he would encounter difficulties and setbacks.

Looking at it now, he found that the good and bad things were not what he saw.

Kleist gently rubbed Chi Yan's belly, his eyes were gentle, and he said with a low laugh, "You're fat."

Chi Yan, who was in high spirits and felt that he was the son of destiny: "..."

Chi Yan corrected: "I'm still growing! That's not called being fat! This is called being strong!"