Succubus' Manor

"My lord... send them all?" Avery didn't dare to look at Kleist, for some reason, he felt out of breath when he raised his head, obviously the other party didn't look vicious, and he didn't lose his temper at them, but he I just can't hold my head up.

There seemed to be a hand pressing down on his head, preventing him from lifting it up.

Kleist's fingers tapped on the armrest, and the sound of the tapping echoed in the room, lingering in everyone's ears.

Everyone's heart beats in unison with the knocking sound.

Darren knew that he had to speak at this time, otherwise he would lose all prestige in front of the slave owners who followed him.

So he said in a hoarse voice: "My lord, this price..."

Kleist held his chin and looked indifferently at the group of people sitting at the bottom.

He looked at the faces of these people, and felt that these people all had the same face, and the greedy glance, it would be disgusting to look at them more than once.

Their desire is so strong that they can be seen at a glance, and they never hide it.

Darren forced himself to raise his head. He is Stettin's biggest slave owner today. He has his decency and pride. He can bow his head to the lord's lover, but he cannot allow the other party to step on his dignity, even at this moment. Kleist did not speak ill of him.

"My lord, our slaves are not for nothing. The female slaves have children, and we have to take care of them so that they can give birth to a cub every year. Those cubs also need to be raised. They need to drink milk when they are young and grow up. When you grow up, you need to eat, and all of these require money." Darren faced Kleist's gaze, and felt that he was simply a warrior at this moment.

Kleist was extremely bored and wanted to ask: What does it have to do with me?

But he remembered Chi Yan's words, Chi Yan asked him to stabilize the slave owners instead of killing them.

So Kleist held back his boredom and asked, "How much do you want?"

The slave owners all heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that the big stone on their heads had finally been removed. As long as the other party was willing to negotiate, then there was an agreement and an amount, and everyone could get what they needed.

Darren and Avery exchanged glances, each needing the other to be the one to say the high price.

But Avery looked away a few times during eyebrow and eye lawsuits, and Darren could only bite the bullet and say: "My lord, like goblins and dwarves are worthless, a hundred copper coins are enough, and tauren are not worth much." It’s cheap, and it’s worth five hundred copper coins each.”

Kleist didn't care too much about the price of the slave, but he also knew that a hundred copper coins was a scam.

When we were in the manor, the merchants did not buy and sell slaves by the number. They would bring a group of slaves and ask for a general price, but on average, the price of a slave was within [-] copper coins. .

A slave is worthless, and the life of a slave is worth less than a flower in the garden.

Flowers are fragrant and beautiful, whether they are blooming or withering, they have unique beauty.

But slaves are dirty and ugly, whether they are born or die, they have the same sense of non-existence.

There is no cry of joy in life, nor cry of mourning in death.

Kleist sneered.

Cold sweat broke out on Darren's forehead, and his underwear was also wet with cold sweat. His whole body seemed to have just been fished out of the water.

Alfred seized the opportunity and began to dismantle Darren: "My lord, my slaves are cheap, but they are not as delicate as the master Darren's. The dwarves only need [-] copper coins, the goblins [-] copper coins, and the tauren [-] copper coins. a copper coin."

He still managed to raise his head and squeezed a flattering smile towards Kleist.

Darren turned his head and gave Ai Fuli a vicious look. He knew that Ai Fuli was a wild dog, and he would never be able to be with him.

Kleist's eyes drooped slightly, and he laughed: "The price difference is a bit big."

Avery said quickly: "Master Darren's slaves are not ordinary slaves, unlike my slaves, they are all ordinary sluts, so my family's is cheap, sir..."

Darren clenched his gums, and before Avery finished speaking, he rushed to say: "My lord, I'm not the same as Avery. His family is rich, so it's okay to raise slaves for nothing, but I'm poor, and I haven't done business for so long. , Raising slaves requires capital.”

Avery was stunned by Darren's shamelessness - crying poor?Darren has the face to cry poor?

Ai Fuli quit, it’s like he has done business during this time, everyone is giving money to raise slaves, why do you abandon us and become a poor man, Ai Fuli: "My lord! I It didn't make a deal, everyone knows this, but for the sake of adults, I am willing to lower the price, and I will take the loss myself!"

Everyone: "..."

Darren: "..."

You are still ruthless!

Kleist heard them chatting a lot below, until it was almost dark, he said: "Bring all the slaves here first, and let the housekeeper pick them."

The two groups of people who were blushing just now stopped arguing, and all looked at Kleist with bright eyes.

Although Kleist didn't let go of all his subordinates, but they were all sent, at least some of them should be bought, right?

Kleist stood up and said, "You can go."

The guest was very rude, but no one dared to pick Kleist's thorns. They all bowed obediently and retreated. After they walked out of the castle, they divided into groups and talked about what happened just now.

Avery took a sip of water and stood beside his family's carriage talking to the little slave owners who were attached to him.

"That grown-up is different from what I thought."

It's not that they haven't seen the lord's lovers before. The count had many lovers before, but those were the only ones who were favored by them. Two or three were more than two or three lovers in front of the count.

These people are not difficult to impress, why climb into the lord's bed?

Most of them are for visible wealth and benefits, and a few are just for survival, to have food to eat, and to live like individuals.

But the latter will slowly become the former.

There are so many precious things, so many treasures that are enough for ordinary people to eat and drink for a lifetime are within reach, who can not be tempted?

As long as they are tempted, they will become puppets driven by desire. As long as they are given enough benefits, they can tell the lord what is beneficial to the slave owners.

And these words are not important to the lord, and it’s nothing if you agree. Anyway, slaves are bought every year, and people die every year. Money always needs to be spent, and it’s the same for everyone. Give your lover a face.

Ai Fuli just broke out in a cold sweat indoors, and he was sweating hot again when he came out. He said a little tiredly: "It's fine if I don't lose money. I don't even want to make any money."

The person beside him quickly said, "This time we've offended Darren thoroughly."

But no one dared to complain about Ai Fuli, and they were not stupid.

So the topic turned back to the lord's lover.

"The lord's lovers look different from the previous ones." The previous ones referred to the count's lovers.

"I didn't dare to look up just now, and I didn't dare to speak."

None of them want to show their timidity, but if everyone is like this, there is no shame and they can open up.

"He's not like a normal guy."

Avery also nodded: "He might have been a nobleman before!"

"That's impossible. How can there be a nobleman who is someone's lover?"

"It may be the son of a nobleman, the kind who is not favored. He can't even be a knight, so he can only be a lover for the lord."

"You're right!"

Moreover, when the plague spread before, many nobles left their lords and went to relatives. It is estimated that they are still eating and drinking for free at relatives' homes, but they cannot return to their own territories.

Avery sighed. "I wish he was the son of a nobleman."

The young master who has never seen the world, just coax him casually.

But it looks like...

Avery shook his head: "Forget it, go back and rest, as long as you can sell the slaves."

The slave owners laughed, it is a good thing to have money, and nothing else matters.

In the castle, Kleist walked in the dark and narrow corridor, and Cady followed behind Kleist. Cady lowered his head, with a respectful attitude.

Kadi knew the importance of Kleist in Chi Yan's heart, so when serving Kleist, he always treated Kleist as Chi Yan, and he was very conscientious, and he would never find any problems.

Kleist said to Cardi as he was about to walk into the room, "Have the kitchen ready for a late-night snack, fried chicken and toast."

Cardi saluted politely: "Yes."

It doesn't take a second to think who this is for.

When Kleist opened the door, he saw that Chi Yan was still sitting in front of the table drawing drawings. Chi Yan drew very carefully, even marking the spacing of the gears, and after drawing a part, he had to align it with the previous one. Data once, so that if there is a small mistake somewhere, all previous efforts will be wasted.

The most frightening thing he didn't discover was that the craftsmen of Saked had to take a lot of detours.

A waste of manpower and material resources, as well as iron.

When Chi Yan heard the knock on the door, his vigorous energy was interrupted. He put down his pen, stretched his waist against the back of the chair, yawned again, and then turned around and asked Kleist with a smile: " How is it? They didn't give you trouble, did they?"

Kleist took off his coat and said nothing.

Chi Yan thought Kleist was angry: "You don't want to deal with them that much?"

"Then I won't let you go in the future."

Just as Chi Yan was about to coax a few words, he saw that Kleist had already taken off his shirt, only a pair of trousers all over his body, and his abdominal and chest muscles were exposed in front of Chi Yan without any disguise.

Chi Yan swallowed subconsciously.

Kleist raised his eyebrows at him: "I've been busy for a long time, so I must get some benefits, right?"

Chi Yan turned his head and said, "Anyway, I have nothing to do tomorrow..."

No need to get up early tomorrow——

Even though he never got up early.

The author has something to say: Chi Yan: "From now on, the king will not go to court early!"