Succubus' Manor

The roads of Stettin are filled with flowers. The civilians go outside the city to pick wild flowers and weave flower baskets by themselves. Every soldier’s door is full of such flower baskets. Soldiers have never been so concerned. , Never been surrounded by so many praises and goodwill, the battlefield has been cleaned up by the civilians, they even turned over the blood-stained land, and the blood is no longer visible.

But the soldiers also knew that they were about to set off.

Only this time, there was no hesitation or fear in their hearts, and they finally realized that everything they did was to protect Stettin's people. Beloved girl.

Now that Oatley is coming, they can't rest easy with a victory.

Otherwise, the lords of other cities will only feel that they are weak and deceptive.

Send an army over there, it's best to win, and it's just a loss of this army if you lose, and you don't have to worry about other consequences.

Only when Otley is subdued, scared, and beaten to the point of scaring others, will those prying eyes retract into the dark corners.

But this time, Chi Yan will not go, only Kleist will go.

Chi Yan also said to Kleist the day before departure: "Civilians can't be moved. As for the soldiers, those who don't surrender will be killed, and those who surrender will be tied up. But I think there are not many soldiers left in Oatley. Their lords just grab it."

"As for the dean of the Holy Academy in Otley..." Chi Yan had a slight headache.

The Holy Court is different from the lord. The lord represents the authority behind him. Seizing the lord means capturing the thief first, but the dean is the spiritual support of the local people. Grabbing the lord will only make the common people give up resistance, while catching the dean , it is very likely that the civilians will revolt wildly in despair.

After all, compared with power and belief, belief is more supportive.

Chi Yan thought about it, but couldn't think of any good solution, so he could only say, "Forget it, I'd better go."

It would be much more convenient if the dean could buy him with only small favors or coercion. If not, then he could only use innate skills.

And after defeating Oatley, Chi Yan was not going to let Oatley have the Holy Court again.

People can have beliefs, but not beliefs that dictate them.

Kleist didn't say anything to ask Chi Yan to stay. Anyway, with him around, Chi Yan couldn't be in danger, so he rubbed Chi Yan's hair: "Go to bed early."

Chi Yan had a bitter face: "I can't sleep late."

He hasn't slept well in the past few days, and he will go with Kleist and the others tomorrow, and he can't sleep well.

Kleist comforted: "You can sleep in the car."

Chi Yan quickly said: "I don't take a car, I ride a horse, otherwise the marching speed will be slowed down."

Kleist looked at Chi Yan suspiciously: "Riding a horse?"

He remembered that Chi Yan used to ride a horse, and his thighs were worn out terribly.

Kleist sighed: "We won't go with them."

Chi Yan was puzzled: "Then how do we go?"

Kleist's wings spread from his back in an instant, and the black wings overwhelmingly occupied all of Chi Yan's sight. Chi Yan blinked, his Adam's apple rolled, and asked in a low voice, "Will you take me to fly there?"

Kleist smiled and asked him, "Don't you like it?"

Chi Yan rushed forward, hugged Kleist's neck with both hands, hung the whole body on Kleist, and said excitedly: "I like it! I like it so much!"

Although he had been on a plane before crossing, he did not jump out of a parachute.

Flying doesn't feel like flying.

After coming here, he was in the castle almost every day. Even if Kleist could take him to fly once in a while, the time and distance were very short, while Otley was ten miles away from Stettin. After a few 10 minutes, Chi Yan's eyes lit up: "Then let's go there later, and I can still sleep in!"

ah!Praise Kleist!

Because of tomorrow's business, Chi Yan and Kleist didn't do anything this night. They kissed a long and lingering goodnight kiss, and then Chi Yan shrank into Kleist's arms, hugged each other's waist, and soon Into dreamland.

After all, I had too little sleep in the past few days. Even if I had to go to Otley tomorrow, Chi Yan couldn't hold on anymore, and couldn't sleep because of nervousness.

However, Chi Yan still had to get up early the next day, and he had to mobilize before the soldiers left.

Chi Yan is a novice in this area. Before he took the stage, he turned to Kleist and asked, "What should I say?"

Kleist: "Say what you want to say, don't say what you don't want to say."

Chi Yan felt uneasy. It was not the first time he spoke to so many people, but it was the first time he mobilized others on such a serious and formal occasion. Chi Yan took a deep breath, straightened his collar, And asked with some anxiety: "Do I look okay? Serious?"

Kleist looked at Chi Yan.

Chi Yan is wearing an aristocratic dress. The pattern on the dress is embroidered with silver thread. The pattern is complicated and gorgeous. Although it is a little rough in Chi Yan's eyes, standing in the sun wearing this dress makes the whole person glow .

In Kleist's heart, Chi Yan has always been like the way they were the first time.

At this time, Kleist realized that Chi Yan had grown up. He already had the figure of a non-teenager, and the tails of his eyes were slightly elongated. He was already an adult male, with his responsibilities and responsibilities on his shoulders.

He was no longer the little lord who worried about how to fill his stomach in the manor and asked the cook to make delicious food.

Kleist patted Chi Yan on the shoulder, with a smile on his lips and gentle eyes: "Go."

Chi Yan took a deep breath and stepped up the steps.

The soldiers stood under the stage, they stood in a military posture, and they didn't want to shake under the scorching sun. So many eyes were fixed on Chi Yan. They all knew that this was their lord, but they had never seen him before.

The soldiers were shocked when they saw it for the first time.

Is the lord so young?

Chi Yan perfectly fits their perception of nobility.

Elegant, noble, with whiter skin than ordinary people.

Chi Yan cleared his throat in a low voice, and then raised his voice and shouted: "Soldiers, you are about to leave Stettin and go to Otley, but this is not for revenge!"

"Stettin is not just a city. Your parents, brothers, relatives, people you love and people you hate live in this city, and all the sacrifices you make are for these people!"

The more Chi Yan said, the more steady his voice became: "This time you went to Otley, you didn't go to kill people, you went to rescue the civilians who were controlled by the robbers, you are soldiers, not robbers, you kill to protect the more Too many people!"

"You will also let everyone know that Stettin has a strong army and countless heroes who are willing to protect the city!"

"In this way, those who want to capture Stettin, who want to rob your property, and kill your relatives can stop their actions!"

Chi Yan: "You are Stettin's warriors, Stettin's shield, and Stettin's blade. Stettin's future is in your hands!"

After shouting the last sentence, Chi Yan's voice became hoarse, and he felt that the thing he needed most now was a tweeter.

And even if he shouted so loudly, the soldiers behind probably couldn't hear him.

Just when Chi Yan didn't know what to do next, the soldiers in the audience suddenly shouted in unison: "We are Stettin's soldiers!"

"We are Stettin's warriors!"

……

The instructors held out their chests, and everyone had light in their eyes.

They already know what they are doing and have found faith in themselves.

Everything they do is for the people of Stettin. They do not raise their swords to the enemy, but they are kind to the enemy, but the enemy will not lay down their arms because of this, and they are also kind to them.

The army of nearly 1000 people set off, and they marched towards Otley in mighty fashion.

Achill, the leader of the team, was riding on a horse, and several instructors walked side by side with him. They performed solemnly, and no one chatted. The soldiers held weapons and followed closely in the footsteps of the leader.

At this time, Oatley didn't know what happened.

The lord of the castle is still waiting for the news of the victory. His favorite woman is still sitting in his arms, with fine wine and fruit in front of him. The people sitting next to him are all prominent figures in the city. They imagine See what Stettin is going to do.

"Women should be kept, especially beautiful ones. Our soldiers are short of women. The ones given to them before are almost dead."

"I heard that the lord of Stettin is good-looking."

"Who told you that? I remember that the lord of Stettin was quite mysterious, and he didn't come out to socialize very much."

"Then I don't know. Anyway, after the fight is over, we will know what the lord of Stettin looks like."

"Right, my lord?"

The lord had a smile on his face: "I'll know when the time comes, don't worry."

The people around him had flattering smiles on their faces, and there was lust in the smiles. They were used to domineering in Otley, and as long as they liked someone, they had to obediently go to them .

I have never been beaten severely, so I naturally don't know what price I will pay if I fail.

The lord let the woman sitting on his lap go down, and then said to these people: "When the good news comes, I wonder if any of you would like to go to Stettin with me?"

These people quickly expressed their loyalty: "My lord, I am willing to go with you."

"My lord, I am your most loyal servant."

Everyone knows that the first to go can get the greatest benefits, the first to eat meat, and the last to drink soup.

Stettin is a piece of fat, they are right next to Stettin, and they naturally know what kind of wealth Stettin has.

The lord smiled and said, "I know you are loyal to me, but I can't bring many people with me."

He wants these people to fight like dogs for loyalty.

Only in this way can he sit firmly in his seat and get the maximum benefits instead of being divided by these people.

Just when a group of people swore and swore to show their loyalty, a servant suddenly broke in.

The servant was sweating profusely and looked terrified. He was out of breath from running, and he was still out of breath after stopping.

"My lord! Someone is coming from outside the city!"

The lord showed joy: "The messenger is back?!"

He never expected that he would lose.

The messenger shouted mournfully, "It's Stettin! Stettin's men are here!"