Succubus' Manor

Not long after the guards entered the castle, a servant came out with the guards. The clothes the servants wore were very new and neat, with dyed cuffs and necklines. He looked like Cady, an educated senior The footman, even the walking posture has been trained, and the distance of each step seems to have been measured. If you compare him with Kadi, Kadi is not as good as him in these small details.

Chi Yan watched the male servant walk in front of him. The male servant was respectful. He didn't look down on Chi Yan because of Chi Yan's clothes. Instead, he lowered his head and said, "Lord Bodwin let you in."

After speaking, he turned around and led Chi Yan and the others in. Before entering, guards checked whether they had slack weapons.

But the insistence was very perfunctory, just to look at the place where things could be hidden, and then let them in.

They walked through the corridor, walked up the steps, and saw Lord Baldwin sitting on a chair under the leadership of the footman.

He is a tall and tall man, he does not look like the nobles of this era, he is not weak, but he wants to look like a weak and sickly handsome man, his eyes are cloudy, but he does look a little sick.

Baldwin has a big aquiline nose, from a distance it looks like the whole face has only one nose.

Seeing someone coming in, he retracted his hill-like body into the chair like a baby bird, and then looked at Chi Yan and Kleist.

His voice was soft and fast: "You want to send me paintings?"

Chi Yan smiled at Bo Dewen, and Bo Dewen shrank back again, he looked very timid.

So Chi Yan took out the painting and asked the servant to hand it to Bodwin.

Bodwin took the painting from the servant, and once he put his eyes on the painting, he couldn't take it away no matter what. The person in the painting looked not surprising, after all, the elves had better looks, but he had never seen I have never seen such a painting before, and I have never seen the people in the painting have expressions—his own portraits are all expressionless faces, both serious and ugly, with only a big nose left, and Bodwin feels that the painting is completely He didn't paint his own beauty, but he was already the best person among the painters, the best painting.

"Who painted this?" Bodwin suddenly raised his voice, his cloudy eyes brightened, "Send him to me, what do you want? Gold and silver, or wheat?"

Chi Yan coughed slightly, and Bo Dewen quickly said, "Let them sit."

The servant sent two chairs, and after Chi Yan and Kleist sat down, Chi Yan said, "The painter is in Stettin."

Baldwin: "Are you from Stettin? I heard that Stettin is very rich."

Chi Yan smiled, pursed his lips and said, "There are many merchants, and the merchants are rich."

Bai Dewen didn't know what he thought of, and sighed: "Yes, businessmen are always powerful."

He had a sad face, probably because he felt that he was too pitiful, and he asked eagerly, "Lord of Stettin, how is it now?"

However, Chi Yan said very shamelessly: "The lord is fine, and the merchants are still very obedient."

Baldwin was taken aback. He thought that the lords all over the world were bullied by businessmen just like him. The businessmen were so powerful, how could anyone control them?

Bo Dewen didn't believe it, and felt very unhappy at the same time. He turned his head away from Chi Yan, and muttered in a low voice: "No one is so powerful."

Chi Yan understood. He changed the subject and said suddenly, "Our lord was always bullied by businessmen before."

Bai Dewen's eyes lit up, waiting for Chi Yan to continue.

That's right, those big businessmen have means and money, do they want the lords to go out and do business?If the businessman is disobedient, what else can the lord do?

Baldwin: "How did the lord of Nasteddin do it?"

Chi Yan: "I don't know about this. I'm just an ordinary person. Although my family does some business, it's not a big business, not even a businessman."

Baldwin said regretfully, "I really want to visit Stettin."

Chi Yan smiled and said, "Then why don't you go? Does anyone dare to stop you if you want to leave the city?"

Baldwin was taken aback. He covered his face with his sleeve and whispered, "How can a lord leave his territory?"

Chi Yan was persuasive: "You are so young and so dignified, if you don't go out for a walk and see the outside world, don't you feel bored?"

Baldwin: "But my body..."

He is a psychologically sick and beautiful man, probably because he feels that he is too strong and does not conform to the aesthetics of nobles, so he can't make changes in his face and figure, so he can only turn himself into a "patient".

A weak person is always more beautiful than a muscular one.

At least that's how it looks right now.

Chi Yan: "Stedding has a market that has never been closed, the streets are paved with stone slabs, and there are painters you like. Now there are flowers at the door of every house in Stettin..."

The more Bai Dewen listened, the more he yearned for it. He had never left Aliya since he was born. He didn't feel it when Aliya was rich, and he didn't feel it when Aliya's civilians were suffering.

It was as if he was locked in this castle, doing the same thing, seeing the same people, and eating the same food every day.

After a few words, Chi Yan knew that Bai Dewen was moved by his words, not because of how beautiful his words were, but because Bai Dewen probably wanted to go out a long time ago, but he couldn't make up his mind. He needs someone who can help him make up his mind.

Chi Yan smiled and said, "Stedding also has the largest hotel nearby, as well as a bathhouse. You can soak in a large pool full of warm water, drink some wine and eat some small dishes in it."

"Stedding has a side dish called fish floss, have you tried it?"

Bai Dewen shook his head stupidly: "I haven't heard of it."

So Chi Yan began to tell Bodwin about the special delicacies of Stettin, and Bodwin, who ate stinky jerky bread every day, could only swallow his saliva.

"If you want, you can go with us." Chi Yan seduced, "Stedtin is very close, it only takes three days to get there."

Under Chi Yan's gaze, Bo Dewen suddenly said shyly: "I still have to think about it. Come see me again at this time tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, let the servant see the guest off.

With a plan in mind, Chi Yan left the castle with Kleist.

When they reached the street, Chi Yan couldn't help but said, "This lord doesn't seem like a very intelligent person."

Not only is it not like it, it is simply mindless.

Chi Yan: "Before, I thought he was pretending to be bullied by a businessman, but now I think he might have been really bullied."

But it does not rule out that the other party has been acting, and his acting skills are very good.

Kleist: "He didn't lie."

When Chi Yan was talking to Bo Dewen, Kleist sat beside him and didn't daze. He carefully observed the surrounding environment of Bo Dewen.

The servants obviously didn't have much respect for the lord—not respect in behavior and expression, but psychological respect or fear.

It can be seen that the lord does not have much majesty in the castle.

He had been pretending to be sick for a long time, and he probably really felt that he was sick. Compared to him, his personal servant was more like the master here, and they had been in the castle for so long, but they couldn't see the butler.

It is normal for the butler not to follow the lord, but it is very abnormal if the butler does not appear when someone visits.

Kleist said: "His personal servant is the one who manages this place."

Chi Yan frowned and asked, "What about the Holy Court? Where's the dean? What happened to Aliye's Holy Court?"

Now they only know the situation in the castle, not even a complete understanding, Aliye is too complicated.

The merchants, the power struggle in the castle, and the Holy Court's indifference are like a huge mystery, and a conclusion can only be drawn after careful investigation.

Kleist: "Either, the Holy House was captured by the businessman or the personal servant, or he was controlled like Bertram, or he is dead."

Chi Yan took a breath. His feelings for the Holy Court were actually very complicated. He was in the Holy Court when he came to this world. He was lucky and met a good dean, but he received a modern education in modern times. , can't really have faith, his rationality tells him that the Holy Court is just a ruling tool, but he doesn't hate the Holy Court very much.

There is a necessary path for the development of all things. The history of human belief can be traced back to primitive times. Belief in totems, belief in nature, and then develop into religion.

If religion does not become a knife in the hands of the superior, it cannot be judged by black and white.

Some people of faith do good deeds all their lives. This is the good side of religion.

The same is true for the holy courtyard. Not every president of the holy courtyard is a bad person, and there are also good people who put their own life and death aside in order to save others.

Chi Yan: "Let's go to the Holy Court tonight and sneak in."

Kleist nodded: "But I think the dean of Aliye should be dead."

Chi Yan pursed his lips: "This is indeed more likely."

Kleist suddenly laughed and said, "That valet is quite talented."

Chi Yan: "It's just a bad heart."

Kleist held Chi Yan's hand.

Chi Yan has been changing, but it seems that he has not changed.

He is more and more able to be a lord, and he is also more and more able to think from the perspective of a lord.

But he is still him, he is still kind to the weak, admires the strong, and hates the mean.

Kleist did not speak, but his eyes were gentle.

Chi Yan: "Why don't you speak? What are you thinking?"

Kleist: "I'm thinking about what it would be like if you hadn't become a lord."

Chi Yan didn't understand why: "I should still recite prayers in the holy courtyard every day, but I definitely won't be the dean."

Who can stand being splashed with feces every day? Except for the holy dean of the Holy City, ordinary deans don’t live long, which is inseparable from these inexplicable tossing.

Kleist: "Then you must often give alms to the poor."

Chi Yan didn't understand even more: "If I have enough to eat, I'll go. If I don't have enough to eat, forget it. I'm afraid of being hungry."

Kleist laughed softly, then turned around and hugged Chi Yan into his arms.

Chi Yan was dumbfounded.

What's wrong?Kleist has a convulsion?