Succubus' Manor

Today's summer temperature is finally not as high as before, and there is only one ice basin in Chi Yan's room. Chi Yan will feel sleepy at noon, and the sun is so hot that it makes people drowsy. On the balcony, there was a natural wind blowing, and then he fell asleep, but he slept quickly and woke up quickly, and he had never slept from noon to night.

After Chi Yan woke up, he stood up, stretched, rubbed his neck again, and then walked back to the room.

The servants in the castle were also drowsy in summer, and those who had no work in hand went to sleep in a corner, and Chi Yan didn't care about it - as long as they finished their work well, he didn't really want to set his sights Papi or Grandet.

Kleist was sitting at the desk, flipping through the loose-leaf book that Chi Yan had bound himself, which contained Chi Yan's random drawings, as well as various plans that Chi Yan wanted to come up with.

Some are written in Chinese and some in the vernacular language.

The local language is written for the old housekeeper to read, and the Chinese is either his unconstrained plans, or his complaints and diaries with paragraphs. The Chinese has its own encryption function, and no one can read it except Chi Yan. Understand.

Originally, Chi Yan wanted to teach the old housekeeper, but every time the old housekeeper read a few words, he called himself a headache and dizziness, as if he was about to enter the coffin in the next second, so Chi Yan could only turn to Kleist.

Fortunately, Kleist is willing to learn, but he learns very slowly.

However, Kleist has learned the pinyin, and he can read words according to the pinyin, but the tone is always lost, and only one of the four tones is left.

But Chi Yan is not in a hurry, he and Kleist have plenty of time together, so take your time.

"What is this?" Kleist spread out the page and asked Chi Yan to read it.

Chi Yan walked over, put his arm on Kleist's shoulder, and stretched his head to look.

"Oh, this is the gear I drew before." Chi Yan, "This is what is used in the Saket factory now. It's very convenient. It doesn't use much manpower to stir sugar."

Kleist pointed to the half-drawn picture next to him.

Chi Yan: "This is a tricycle, and it mainly uses chains and gears."

Chi Yan patted his forehead: "I've been too busy these days, so I forgot about this."

Bicycles and tricycles should have been produced a long time ago. The biggest problem is the gears and chains, but these two problems have been solved long ago, but he has been forgetting about this matter, and the drawings have not been drawn, and the data has not been written.

Chi Yan kissed Kleist on the cheek: "I'll draw the blueprint first, you can help me run."

Kleist: "Where are you going?"

Chi Yan: "Those slave owners are coming to see me today."

For the sake of the stability of the city, Chi Yan did not explicitly ban the slave trade before. It is impossible to completely ban it in this era. These traditional trades that have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years have to be subtly banned over a long period of time, or It has to rely on the decisive iron-blooded wrist.

But now, Chi Yan could only use the former method.

There is no soil for the latter method. Unless the royal family and the Holy Court immediately go to war, when the soldiers are in chaos and people are in panic all day long, the iron and blood methods will not be strongly resisted by people.

Kress also stood up and rubbed Chi Yan's head. He leaned against the table, his eyes slightly raised: "Kill them or lock them up?"

Chi Yan: "The big river has turned so much outside, the slaves in the city should know his existence, those slave owners, you should stabilize them first, let them not sell the slaves first, just say that I will buy them later. "

Businessmen don't see rabbits and don't scatter eagles. They will not rest assured if they only make a verbal agreement, so this matter is actually not simple.

The main reason was that Chi Yan didn't want to spend a penny, he wanted the slave owner to send the slave up by himself.

Chi Yan went to touch Kleist's chin - he was tired of touching his own chin.

Kleist: "..."

Kleist put Chi Yan in his arms, and the two kissed a very intimate but not very lingering kiss.

This time can't be lingering, once it's lingering, it will be night.

Chi Yan's lips were bright red, and the surface of his lips was still shining with water. He licked his upper lip: "Then I'm going to draw, you work hard."

Kleist smiled at him.

Chi Yan sat busy at the desk, and Kleist took Caddy to the specially arranged drawing room of the castle. There are hundreds of slave owners in the city, big and small, and today's Of course, they are not small businessmen, but a dozen or so big and famous businessmen.

Most of them are inherited from the family, and each generation lives by buying and selling slaves, and the servants used in the family are also slaves, and they have nothing else to do except buying and selling slaves.

Because the most powerful slave owner, Gergil, died, now Avery and Darren are the two most powerful slave owners in the city. Darren was already rich, and Avery used Chi Yan's influence to recruit a group of slaves. The little slave owners huddled together to keep warm, and they were barely evenly divided with Darren.

But they are also in a hurry now, because it is difficult to sell slaves. Now everything is easy to sell in the city, even grass. Fresh tender grass can be bought back to feed animals, but slaves are not easy to sell.

And don't know where the slaves got the idea that there was a goblin out there walking around like a normal person.

Although they still acted very well-behaved and dull, the steward below told him that the slaves would occasionally ask their servants about outside affairs, as if they would be able to go out one day.

At the beginning, the slave owners were not worried. There were many slaves who wanted to run away, but in the end, few could run away. Those who ran out were still slaves, whether they were humans or slaves. It was decided from birth.

Every slave has a brand on his body, and every slave owner has a different brand. The escaped slaves are considered lucky. Someone is willing to take them in to work and give them a bite to eat, but whether it is themselves or the people who take them in, the top of their heads will be A sword hangs.

No one knows when the sword will fall.

Merchants buy and sell slaves very casually, and sometimes they don’t care much when they run away. Many of the slaves they sell are not branded, because they don’t rely on this to make a living, they are incidental commodities.

Slave owners depend on this to make a living, so the most conspicuous places on each slave's body must be branded, usually on the forehead or face. place, such as the chest or abdomen or back.

"My lord?" Darren looked in the direction of the person coming.

Ai Fuli narrowed his eyes: "It seems not, Lord Lord is not so tall."

It wasn't until they got closer that Avery and Darren could see clearly.

Regarding Chi Yan's private life, in fact, it has always been people's gossip after dinner. The common people don't care, but the upper class people care a lot. Sometimes a thousand words of truth can't compare to a sentence that the lord's beloved lover said in his ear. If it matters.

Both slave owners and merchants want to talk to the lord's lover, they don't seek immediate benefits, they just want to send some gifts to the other party first, and it will be convenient when the other party's appetite is raised by them in the future .

They all knew that there was a male lover beside Chi Yan, but they had never had close contact with him. Most of the time, this person was the shadow of the lord. He seemed to be there forever, but he never did anything eye-catching.

But when they saw Kleist with their own eyes, all kinds of contempt in their hearts were taken away—the reason is also very simple, most people in this era are Yan dogs.

It would be even worse if good-looking people dressed better.

Kleist didn't say hello to anyone, and took the seat that belonged to Chi Yan.

Someone below gasped.

This... This person is too courageous.

Kleist glanced at Avery and Darren, and knew that these two were the ones in charge, so he said coldly, "Tell me, what's the matter."

Ai Fuli and Darren looked at each other, and found a rare tacit understanding. Ai Fuli swallowed: "My lord, what we are looking for, Lord Lord..."

It's useless to tell the other party.

They didn't give each other any benefits, and they couldn't get the lord's permission, so what they said was useless.

Kleist leaned back on the seat, with his elbows on the armrests, his chin slightly raised, and he was born with an aura of looking down on the world. Even if he didn't say a word, it was enough to make slave owners like Avery and Darren Bow down.

Darren took Avery's words: "My lord...we want to ask about the slave trade."

He lowered his head and didn't look at Kleist, looking very respectful, and slowly complained: "Now the merchants in the city are making money, and what can be sold, but our business is not easy to do, since that After telling Dahe to walk on the street, the gentlemen stopped buying slaves."

Those lords are not stupid, they are all human beings. They found that the lord has no slaves, and even the goblins are free people, so in order to please the lord, they came up with the oldest and most effective method.

——That is the master of learning.

Whatever the lord does is right, good, and worth learning.

Although they didn't really let their slaves become freemen, they were willing to let the slaves walk around in the streets, and they could also let them take a break between work. There were still beatings and scolding, but there was no such thing as directly killing slaves. up.

The slave owners came here this time just to get a certain sentence from Chi Yan's mouth.

As long as Chi Yan nodded, their slaves would not have to worry about selling.

Kleist: "Go ahead."

Darren's Adam's apple rolled up and down nervously: "We hope that the lord can give us a word."

Kleist suddenly asked: "How many slaves do you have?"

They met each other before they came, and Ai Fuli rushed to say: "1000 two hundred and thirty-one, my lord."

This number is really quite a lot.

And Darren alone accounted for six hundred.

Kleist: "Send all the slaves here."

"what?"

Everyone raised their heads and looked at Kleist stupidly.

Kleist frowned impatiently, and said coldly, "Don't you understand?"

He is like a cheetah, a tiger.

Cattle and sheep live in groups, but tigers fight alone. Wherever he is, he is the king there.