Succubus' Manor

The more he understood the city of Aliye, the less Chi Yan could understand the people in this city.

At night, he asked Kleist incomprehensibly, "Why didn't they resist? The man who bumped into the pillar was so tall, if they were united, not to mention winning, at least they could win some benefits, so they wouldn't live like this .”

Kleist sat on the windowsill: "Do you know how to train the beast?"

"You can turn them into livestock without even pulling out their teeth."

It is not rules, nor laws, nor violence that controls people, but fear.

Fear keeps them from resisting.

Keep them from communicating.

Kleist: "When wild beasts encounter danger, many of them will feign death. If there are too many times of feigned death, they will really die."

"Not resisting is sometimes a way of self-protection."

Chi Yan: "..."

He remembered that a female classmate used to have a cat, which was very good at catching mice in her hometown, and she seemed very courageous. Then after they moved, the cat only dared to hide under the bed, but before the cat got used to it, the cat in her home The adult went to the hospital, and no one at home took care of the cat, so he entrusted it to relatives. As a result, the cat disappeared the next day without any wounds or pains.

It's just terrified.

The stress response includes the self-defense response, originally to protect oneself, but in the end it kills oneself.

Humans are not much different. Humans are also animals. The greater the external pressure, the stronger their ability to withstand. Otherwise, there were so many famines in ancient times, and few civilians smashed the houses of rich families, and few people rebelled.

Only when people with prestige stand up and give people confidence, can people find a sense of security and dare to vent.

Therefore, most rebel leaders will make up a magical life experience for themselves.

Liu Bang killed the white snake uprising, and when Xiang Yu was born, a green dragon fell on the roof.

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, a stone man with one eye provoked rebellion in the Yellow River.

The list goes on and on.

As for Aliyah, there is no such leader.

Their beliefs are "monopolized" by the Holy Court, and the lords they worship are "bullyed" by businessmen.

They are helpless and can only lower their bottom line again and again.

Chi Yan understood. He felt that what he was thinking was still too simple. Human nature is very complicated. Those who dare to resist are a minority, and those who dare to resist and have the ability to lead are a minority of the minority.

"Then I can only go into the castle to see what kind of person this lord is." Chi Yan rubbed his chin and said with some melancholy, "Where can I get a painting for him now?"

Chi Yan doesn't think there are people selling parchment and paint in Aliye now.

Kleist suddenly said: "Didn't you use charcoal sticks before?"

Chi Yan: "Yes, yes."

But what to draw with charcoal?Sketch?Moreover, there are only charcoal pens and no pencils. Chi Yan is a little unconfident. The strokes of charcoal pens are much thicker than those of pencils, and he feels that the paintings are not fine.

Kleist: "Two strokes are fine. What kind of painting does he know?"

"Benedict's level is considered good here." Kleist pulled Benedict out by the way and whipped a wave of corpses.

Chi Yan: "Don't praise him, I estimate that his era will last several hundred years."

It was more abstract than Picasso, and even Chi Yan couldn't appreciate it.

But in modern times, a whole sheet of red can command sky-high prices, so if Benedict's paintings can be passed down, maybe he can become a great painter.

It's just that Benedict can't live to that time, he can't see himself.

The charcoal that Chi Yan brought by himself is cut into charcoal strips, which is naturally not as easy to use as modern charcoal strips specially used for painting. It is difficult to paint on wooden boards, and it is easy to fade, so Chi Yan can only burn the charcoal strips with fire , only burn the surface, and then paint after it cools down. The wood boards are all bought from the hotel owner, and the asking price is not cheap - but Chi Yan understands when he thinks about the other party's situation now.

Most people are mortals, not saints. If they can earn more money, of course they want to earn more money.

"Is this okay?" Chi Yan painted for an afternoon, and he didn't have a model. At the same time, he was reluctant to draw a picture of Kleist as a gift to a stranger. He could only make up his mind. He painted a modern European and American star, and It is very in line with the aesthetics of people nowadays. It is indistinguishable between male and female, and it still has long hair. The facial features are very delicate, because there is only one head, no physical characteristics, and it is impossible to distinguish between men and women.

As a result, Kleist not only did not praise him as usual, but also frowned and asked, "Who is this?"

Chi Yan: "...someone I've met before."

Kleist frowned slightly: "Why haven't I seen it?"

Chi Yan: "I met it when I was in the holy courtyard! I haven't seen each other for many years, and I won't see each other in this life."

After hearing Chi Yan's last words, Kleist's frowning brows relaxed, and he sneered, "Fortunately, I won't see you again."

Chi Yan heaved a sigh of relief, this man is getting more and more jealous, what will happen in the long run?

"Let's go tomorrow morning. I hope the lord of Aliye doesn't like to sleep in." Chi Yan stretched his waist. He also felt tired. He hadn't concentrated on painting for a long time. Chi Yan lay face down on the bed and was about to After resting on my stomach for a while before going to wash, I suddenly felt a little more weight on my legs.

Chi Yan turned his head with difficulty: "Brother, we are in a hotel!"

Kleist smiled at him: "There is no one in the hotel, no one can hear you."

Then Kleist leaned down and whispered in Chi Yan's ear, "You can call it whatever you want."

Chi Yan's ears turned red instantly, and he swallowed: "There is no ointment."

Kleist raised his hand.

Chi Yan couldn't laugh or cry: "You brought this with you when you came out."

He tried to hold back: "I'm really tired today."

Kleist moved hintingly.

Chi Yan: "..."

Very hot.

Kleist: "I move, you don't move."

Chi Yan could only surrender.

The result of not moving was that Chi Yan didn't even have the strength to raise his hand afterwards. Originally, he wasn't too tired to draw, but now he was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyelids.

He vaguely felt that Kleist was wiping his body, he turned around and muttered, "Remember to get your things out."

Kleist's fingers were nimble and his movements were gentle, and Chi Yan quickly fell asleep.

They looked like old couples now, but Chi Yan didn't feel tired of touching his right hand with his left hand, probably because Kleist's body was too sexy.

And every time he reached the top, Kleist's expression made Chi Yan's index finger twitch.

Originally, when Chi Yan was asleep, he thought that he would definitely not be able to get out of bed tomorrow morning, but he got up before dawn. Not only did he not feel any discomfort, but he was also very lively. Chi Yan lifted the quilt and saw that there was no movement at all. The black pattern seems to have grown a bit bigger again. To Chi Yan, this thing is like a tattoo, but it's still a tattoo that doesn't have much sense of presence.

After all, he wouldn't walk on the road shirtless, and if it was on the back of his hand or neck, he would still have a sense of presence.

So he pushed Chi Yan to wake Kleist who was still sleeping, pointed to his skin and asked, "Did it get bigger again?"

Kleist looked over: "It's a bit bigger."

Chi Yan was a little worried: "Will it crawl all over my body in the future? It's too ugly!"

Although he didn't think he was a person who paid much attention to his appearance, but with this black pattern all over his body, he might as well be tanned into charcoal.

At least the black charcoal is evenly tanned.

Kleist put his arms around Chi Yan's waist, dragged Chi Yan into his arms, and then pressed a kiss on the back of Chi Yan's neck. His hoarse voice rang in Chi Yan's ear: "Don't worry, do more Just once."

Chi Yan had a black question mark on his face: "Do it a few more times? Are these lewd lines? Why didn't they do it before?"

Kleist: "We haven't done it for a long time."

There was a bit of grievance in Kleist's voice.

Chi Yan: "It's only been two weeks!"

Kleist: "Fourteen days."

Chi Yan: "Then what should we do when we get old?"

Kleist: "..."

Chi Yan became even more worried: "Think about it, at that time I was a wrinkled old man with black patterns all over my body, I didn't even dare to think about it."

Kleist was finally speechless, he sighed: "When you get old, it will disappear naturally, don't worry."

Chi Yan exhaled: "Well, I feel more at ease, that's fine."

It's easy to shoot a gun in the morning, and Chi Yan didn't dare to stay in Kleist's arms for too long. After lying down for a while, he got up, dressed, washed his face and brushed his teeth. They had to go to the castle to meet the lord of Aliyah.

In addition to the painting, Chi Yan also wore a necklace made of gold and inlaid with precious stones.

Rubies are transparent, not only polished, but also cut, very rare and expensive.

The two got dressed, ate some bread at the hotel, and then headed for the castle.

They didn't see many pedestrians along the way. They probably went out to work just after dawn, and no one cleaned the streets, and there were excrement in the corners. The weather is hot now, and the smell is very unpleasant.

Occasionally, I meet a few people, all of whom are rich people who look ordinary at first sight, either businessmen or officials, they are very leisurely, smiling and chatting with the people around them while walking.

There was a guard handle at the gate of the castle, but the guard was not energetic. He was sitting on a stone pier and dozed off. Chi Yan had already walked in front of him, and he hadn't woken up yet.

"Cough!" Chi Yan coughed heavily, and the guard shivered and woke up.

The guard glanced at Chi Yan angrily: "Who are you?"

Chi Yan: "I'm from Stettin, and I want to meet the lord."

After finishing speaking, Chi Yan stuffed a handful of copper coins into the guard.

When the guard got the money, his attitude immediately changed, and he said flatteringly and respectfully, "Our lord usually doesn't see people."

Chi Yan took out the painting from the cloth bag. There were only black and gray paintings, and the original colors of the wood board, but it barely formed black, white and gray, which was more three-dimensional.

Even if the guards don't know how to appreciate paintings, they still think the people in the paintings are pretty.

He put the copper coins in his pocket, and said, "I'll tell Lord Kerry!"

Chi Yan didn't know who Kerry was. It might be the lord, the housekeeper, or the lord's personal servant.

But he doesn't need to know.

Soon, he will be able to meet the lord of Aliyah.

He wants to see if the other party is a poor little being "bullied".

Or a wolf disguised as a sheep.