Succubus' Manor

Drinking grape juice, Chi Yan stood on the highest point of the castle and looked down at his own territory - very much like a primitive village, where the slaves are all working. From this angle, one can see at a glance who is working hard and who is working hard. be lazy.

Chi Yan found that the hardest workers were the tauren, they almost never stopped, they kept opening and closing the kiln, smoldering charcoal, and goblins love to be lazy, so they just ran to pee, and they pissed more than a dozen times minute.

But this is also compared with the slaves themselves. If compared with Chi Yan, all the slaves are working hard, and he, the lord, has done nothing.

Chi Yan remembered that he had to study art in high school and game art design in college, and then his parents had no choice but to send him to a training camp.

During the training camp, the teacher asked them to grind a sketch or color a day, and he would use the toilet as an excuse to go to the canteen to play with his mobile phone.

The teacher was very angry, and said to him: "You have such a good color talent, you still don't work hard! You have fallen!"

Chi Yan was swimming in the ocean of depravity, and finally got admitted to the best academy of fine arts in the province.

It's a pity that I wore it here before school started.

So when it comes to being lazy, this group of goblins who only dared to steal for more than ten minutes can't compare to him.

At that time, he could take advantage of the streets to go to the toilet to be lazy for an afternoon.

However, he occasionally wonders if he paints seriously during the training camp, will he have a chance to be admitted to the best art academy in China.

But there are no ifs in this world, so Chi Yan only thought about it once or twice.

Anyway, he and his parents were very satisfied with the result.

He looked at the group of goblins who were lazy on the excuse of going to the toilet, with a "I understand" smile on his face.

Steward: "Oh! Those lazy goblins! They haven't learned their lesson for a long time! I'm going to discipline them now!"

Chi Yan: "No, what is discipline? It's useless."

The housekeeper earnestly said: "My lord! You can't be so merciful, you will make them more lazy!"

Chi Yan: "...I didn't say I wouldn't punish them."

The butler blinked his eyes, wanting to hear what cruel punishment Chi Yan could come up with.

Chi Yan: "You can give the tauren some more beans and wheat bran for each meal, and reward them with a piece of bread tomorrow."

"The dwarves don't need to change, it's still the same now, goblins, just punish them to change back to eating one meal a day before, when will they stop being lazy, and when will they recover."

He looked at the butler: "What do you think?"

The housekeeper thought about it, and felt that being hungry was more cruel than being beaten, because he agreed very much: "You are really a kind and wise person!"

Goblins have rough skin and thick flesh, so they forget about it after being beaten.

But if you want to come hungry, you can't forget it.

The butler smiled sinisterly.

Chi Yan: "..."

He thought the housekeeper's smile was a little scary.

He felt that it was better to be hungry than to be beaten, and the beating was too painful.

Just when Chi Yan put the wine glass to his mouth and was about to drink another glass of grape juice, a loud roar suddenly came from the woods!

The roar was as loud as thunder, with the fear of death, and if you listen carefully, you will find that this sound is very delicious-it is the sound of pigs!

Chi Yan swallowed. He had already thought of fat pigs from pigs, and then pork, braised pig's trotters, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, snow-white lard, and stir-fried pork belly!Braised pork head meat!

"Kleist must be hunting!" Chi Yan grabbed the guardrail excitedly, "He's so powerful!"

The butler held back his mouth: "My lord, when I was young, I was much better than him!"

Chi Yan turned a deaf ear to the butler's words: "If you can't finish eating, you can make bacon, which is also delicious."

The housekeeper was not very supportive: "The amount of bacon is too little! It's better to hang it on the window sill."

Chi Yan: "...then it stinks, how can I eat it if it stinks?"

The butler sighed, "My lord, that's also the flavor of meat, as long as you add a little more spice, it can become delicious again."

Chi Yan had nothing to say, he felt that he would never understand what the butler was thinking, or whether the butler's sense of taste was normal or not.

The huge wild boar fell on the hillside, and Kleist wiped the blood from the dagger. The wild boar was still twitching, and it let out a desperate cry. Two ferocious fangs were broken, and two tears fell from its dark eyes. , gradually stopped moving.

Kleist stood up, looking at the wild boar like a hill, he felt that even the wild boar in the abyss probably didn't have such a big body.

He looked at it for a while, then reached out and closed the wild boar's eyes that were dead open.

In the end, the wild boar was moved by slaves.

The slaves were not greedy at all—they had never eaten meat, and they didn't know what meat was like.

Here, if a slave can eat the paste made from beans and wheat bran, then he is a very happy slave.

The tauren are the main force for carrying wild boars. They are powerful, patient, and hardworking. They tie the limbs of the wild boar with strong ropes, and then put the ropes on their shoulders. Together, a dozen tauren dragged the wild boar back to the territory. .

Because the wound was small, the wild boar did not bleed much, and did not attract more ferocious beasts.

Chi Yan ordered the cook to disembowel the wild boar—with a stone knife, because the iron knife was easy to break, and the cook was reluctant.

The stone knife method is also very simple. Go to the river to find a piece of red gravel. This kind of stone sounds like metal when it is knocked, and then it breaks on the ground. The sharp side is the blade. If it becomes dull, just drop it again. Until there is nothing to fall.

The cook had already smashed all five stone knives to the point where she could no longer drop them, but she was still reluctant to part with her iron knives.

The boar was too big, and he had the cook and servants make bacon of all the meat, except what was to be eaten immediately.

He also hates salt, so bacon is the way to go.

The only thing he regrets is that this pig is full of muscles, no fat is found, and it cannot be refined.

He does know several major oil-producing crops, soybeans, sesame, and rapeseed oil, of which soybeans are the most readily available.

"Let the slaves eat meat too." Chi Yan was very excited, he had already planned to eat pork eighteen.

But soon, Chi Yan got a desperate news from the cook.

The seasonings here are only salt and various spices that Chi Yan has never heard of before, and there is no soy sauce and vinegar that Chi Yan is familiar with, let alone prickly ash pepper five-spice powder, etc. Without vinegar and soy sauce, everything delicious will be changed It was tasteless.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, now only pork ribs, no sugar and no vinegar.

Chi Yan was discouraged: "Let Anna do whatever she wants."

Anyway, it was pork, no matter how unpalatable it was, he could still eat it.

——The premise is that Anna doesn't put the pork into the thick soup, then he would rather starve to death.

This time the housekeeper didn't warn Chi Yan, and he didn't respond to Chi Yan's words about letting the slaves have sex, which made Chi Yan suspect that the housekeeper had been tortured by someone.

"Don't you have an opinion on the matter of feeding meat to slaves?" Chi Yan stopped the housekeeper.

The steward said with a straight face: "You are the lord, you can give any order, I am just your steward, and I have no right to question your decision."

Chi Yan looked confused and suspicious of life.

That's not what you said when you hugged my thigh before.

That night, Chi Yan ate pork roasted with various spices and served with grape juice. I have to say that although Chi Yan didn't like the seasonings, when he ate the pork chops, he felt that this was the whole thing. The most delicious food in the world.

Kleist sits across from him.

Chi Yan suddenly remembered something, but he didn't think clearly. He just felt that Kleist didn't seem to be able to sit in that seat.

"What's wrong?" Kleist held a knife and fork in his hand and looked into Chi Yan's eyes.

Chi Yan was embarrassed to ask Kleist to change his seat.

The servants can also enjoy a delicious pork feast today, but this feast is boiled by the cook with bones, without any seasoning, just pure broth, but because there are always a small piece of meat in the broth Meat, so even if it has no taste, people eat it with relish.

The broth was also given to the slaves, who sat together and took their own bowls from the servants.

Their broth was weaker than what the servants got, and they couldn't see a few pieces of meat, but they drank the warm broth and ate it every day, feeling that today was the happiest day in so many years.

Only the goblins feel bad.

"Why do we only have broth and no mush?" The goblin didn't dare to ask loudly, so he could only express his dissatisfaction to the servant in a low voice.

"Broth can't fill our stomachs." The goblin touched his stomach, "We only have a bowl of mush in the morning, and we are already hungry!"

Servant: "Do you still want a bowl of paste?"

The goblin quickly said: "Yes! We want to be like dwarves and tauren!"

Servant: "Then you can't even drink this bowl of broth!"

Instead of making broth for the goblins, he let the dwarves at the end of the line come up.

The goblins were outraged: "Why don't you give us broth? Don't give us mush! It's not fair!"

"Yes! It's not fair! Can't we compare with those stupid tauren and dwarves?!"

The servant put down the spoon and picked up the whip that was nearby.

The goblins flinched, but didn't back down.

The servant slammed his empty whip: "The tauren and dwarves are working hard! And you! Stupid and ugly goblins, have been slacking off! Don't you want the adults to support you for nothing?!"

"If you don't work, you want to eat! Either you go to another territory! Or shut up! From now on, you can only eat one meal a day. When the adults think that you have changed your ways and stopped being lazy, you can resume two meals!" The servant just looked up. head on.

"Even our servants who serve the lord have never been lazy!"

The goblins didn't dare to talk, they didn't know how to lie, and the smartest thing they could think of was to use piss as an excuse to be lazy.

Some goblins cried and said: "Not every goblin is lazy, I have never stolen."

The servant snorted: "Is there anyone who can tell the difference between goblins? You all look alike! You all have green skin! Go back, don't make me say it a second time!"

After eating the last bite of meat, Chi Yan said to Kleist: "We don't have any shortage of meat this season. Is there anything you want? Take it as your reward for hunting."

Kleist said with a smile: "No, my lord, I have already received my reward."

Chi Yan tilted his head: "What?"

Kleist licked his lips: "It's a good reward."

Chi Yan didn't know why, but suddenly felt a little ashamed. He blushed and stammered, "That, that's good..."

Kleist gave him a pig if he kissed his hand once.

Then this deal can still be done.

For pork, he lost face.