Succubus' Manor

"Come on! We're recruiting people to build roads again!"

"This time the salary is more! Don't miss the opportunity!"

The streets of Stettin are very lively. It has been more than half a month since the slaves took to the streets. The original slaves now have a residence, which is a newly built house outside the city. The rent is very cheap, and they quickly found a job.

The slaves didn't have to pay the first month's rent, and they only paid a part of their wages in advance for food. Their first job was to build roads.

The roads of Husteddin and Oatley and Allier.

Carloads of mixed clay were brought over, they went out early every day, and came back after dark at night, but the slaves didn't complain-what a good day, more work, more money, less work, less money At least, the slave master will not beat them, nor will he throw them in the dungeon after beating them half to death, leaving them to fend for themselves.

Slaves are not treated as human beings. They used to be beaten severely.

Some slave owners also have strange hobbies. When they are angry, they will hang their slaves and beat them to vent their anger.

Even more excessive, they would cut off the slave's nose and ears with a knife, and even pierce the slave's stomach and pull out the slave's intestines.

The young slaves, five or six years old, were just at the age when they could not tell the difference between men and women, and they hadn't grown up, so they didn't look ugly.

will be taken to the slave master's room.

This process is called blessing.

The slave master put them to sleep so that they can grow up healthy and strong.

But the younger slaves, three or four years old, many died of "blessing".

Sometimes they are labor force, sometimes they are property, sometimes they are props to vent their anger, and sometimes they are bets.

Now, they are finally human.

He is someone who can hold his head high and walk in the sunshine.

Kurt was one of the slaves—he had just turned six, maybe seven, and he didn't know his exact age. He was now living with his mother, after all, neither mother nor son knew who Kurt's father was.

Even the name Kurt was the name the mother heard on the street after their mother and son became free citizens.

Then, he has a name.

As soon as it got dark, Kurt knew that his mother was coming back. He dragged the chair, pulled the chair against the door, and counted silently in his heart.

He could only count to ten, so he counted over and over until he "counted" his mother back.

The door was pushed open.

Kurt jumped on him before he saw the person clearly, and fell into his mother's arms.

Kurt's mother was a thin-looking female goblin, with no flesh on her face or body, and the skin all over her body was sagging under the pull of gravity.

But she was very strong, she hugged Kurt up, and the two of them kissed each other for a long time before the mother said, "Have you eaten yet?"

Kurt shook his head obediently: "Let's eat together when mom comes back."

The mother praised: "Hey, I know you are thinking about Mom, but if you are hungry, you have to get something to eat yourself, otherwise Mom will be angry when she sees that fat Kurt has lost weight when she comes home."

Kurt quickly puffed out his belly and said, "Kurt is fat."

He calls himself not me, but his name, which his mother taught him so that he can get used to his new name more quickly.

In the future, when someone yells, he will know it is calling him.

Mother took out bread from the cupboard—it said it was bread, but it was actually kato.

There are also bean dregs cakes in the cabinet, which are fully stocked, and the dried kato cakes and bean dregs cakes can be stored for a long time.

Mother also got some pickles out of the pot, and pickles are cheap now, because the merchants got cheap salt, and people quickly made pickles and pickles out of the salt.

The soaked pickles are salty and crispy, and when eaten with pancakes, people are so happy that they can even squint their eyes.

"Look what mom brought back for Kurt." Mother took out the folded yellow paper from the bag.

Kurt saw this, and he quickly shouted in surprise: "It's candy! Hard candy!"

Mother put the candy on the table: "I'll give you candy after dinner."

Kurt hurriedly sat down at the dining table obediently.

Just when Kurt was about to reach for the cake, his mother patted the back of his hand lightly: "Do you remember what to say before eating?"

Kurt put his hands together quickly.

The mother was satisfied, and the mother and son lowered their heads and murmured together: "Thank you, Heavenly Mother, for giving us the precious food."

Only then did they reach for the bread.

Chi Yan has no objection to Tianmu becoming people's new belief.

Anyway, Tianmu has no sect, and people have been brainwashed by Chi Yan, thinking that anyone who does things under the banner of Tianmu is a liar.

Chi Yan will go to the holy courtyard to see Bertram these few days.

Bertram is very knowledgeable about current affairs, and now he is re-educating the slave owners every day, and the slave owners are forced to repent every day.

Chi Yan didn't have any consideration for the slave owners.

Bertram didn't know, but it could be seen that Chi Yan didn't care much about these people, so he was very rude to the slave owners.

"They can only eat a little bean dregs cake every day." Bertram looked at Chi Yan obsequiously, "My lord, I will follow your orders."

Chi Yan took a sip of water: "Tell me, what benefits do you want?"

Bertram begged in a low voice, "I just want to be able to go for a walk on the street."

He has been imprisoned in the holy courtyard for a long time, more than a year, and he doesn't know what the road outside is like.

Chi Yan didn't abuse him, he treated him harshly, he just didn't let him enjoy the blessings. After a long time, Bertram got used to this kind of life.

He has lived a very pure and ascetic life, and now he has converted to believe in Tianmu—but only he himself knows whether the true belief is false or not.

Chi Yan: "Well... I will send two guards over. If you want to go out in the future, the guards will accompany you out."

Bertram thanked again and again: "I knew you are so kind, benevolent, noble..."

Chi Yan waved his hand: "I'm tired of hearing that, let's put it another way."

Bertram: "..."

Although flattering is his forte, but flattering, usually just a few words, let him think of a few words, it is really hard to beat.

Chi Yan: "Stop talking nonsense, I don't worry if they are here with you, if you need anything, just tell the guards directly, as long as it's not too much, I'll be satisfied."

Bertram had tears in his eyes, with a disgusted look of being so grateful that he was about to give him his body in the next second.

Chi Yan: "Take back your tears."

Bertram blinked, and sure enough he put back his tears.

Chi Yan sighed: "You capable and smart people, why can't you do something practical? You must exploit the people at the bottom to fill your pockets and desires. Since you have such ability, you have to go astray instead of right. Tu, I'm so useless!"

Many slave owners could write, and some had read books and knew history.

If it wasn't because they were slave owners, Chi Yan would have used them long ago.

Now he has no shortage of weapons, food, or money, only labor and high-end talents.

It's a pity that there are still ways to obtain labor, and high-end talents can only depend on luck.

Chi Yan suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Prayers should be able to read and write? Right?"

Bertram understood what Chi Yan meant in an instant, but he quickly became awkward—the prayer teacher can go out to do things, but he is the dean, but he will be locked up here, and he doesn't know when he will be free.

So Bertram said: "They are all stupid. Without my guidance, they would not know many words."

Chi Yan looked at him: "Don't write what you think on your face."

Chi Yan stood up and said indifferently, "I'm not here to discuss with you."

"Tomorrow, let all the prayer teachers come to the castle."

After the old steward takes them for a while, they will be able to take up their duties. Even if they go to the bulletin board to read the announcement, it is better than staying in the holy courtyard and doing nothing.

Chi Yan sighed, feeling that his heart was really broken.

The holy city thousands of miles away.

The civilians walked in fear on the street. During this time, the conflict between the Holy Court and the royal family became more and more serious. They fought several times. Some unlucky civilians were involved, and no one gave an explanation when they died.

The civilians are worried but dare not leave the holy city.

After all, there are so many powerful gentlemen living in the Holy City. With them, the common people can be safer.

If they went to other places, they would be just a number of people who were killed in chaos.

The towering castle, the walls are carved with patterns, and step by step is the throne that symbolizes the highest power in the country. At this time, a beautiful woman is sitting on the throne. She is wearing a dark blue dress and leaning on the throne. Above, she is the king's aunt, the king's wife, and the mother of the next king. She is also the woman who holds the highest authority at this moment. No smile.

"Is this the way you came up with?" She said softly.

But all the subjects standing under the steps knew that this was a sign of her anger.

The queen threw the parchment lightly: "So there are people who oppose me until now?"

"Let me step aside and marry a neighboring country, so that I can compete with the Holy Court."

The queen said with a smile: "I really want to open the brain of the person who proposed this method and see what is in his mind."

"I know what you think, I'm a woman, I'm still a queen, my name is not right."

A subject cautiously said: "This is a temporary solution, wait for the Holy Court..."

Queen: "It's you, guard! Cut off his skull! I want to see what's in his head!"

The guard came over, and the subject was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and urinated all over the floor. He shouted: "Queen! Queen! I support you! I support you!"

But he was dragged down mercilessly by the guards.

The rest of the vassals bowed their heads, trembling all over.

Queen: "Do you still want to count on the king? Count on my husband who wants to dedicate this country to the Holy Court?"

"You have to be clear, whose rice bowl you are serving."

"Who is your allegiance to?"

"I have royal blood flowing through my body. Even though I am a woman, I still have the ambition to not lose to a man."

"I want this country, a royal country."

"have you understood?"