Succubus' Manor

For a long time, Dean Sheng gave Chi Yan the feeling of being mysterious, noble, and maybe a little bit of a cleric.

But when he actually met the Saint Dean, he realized that he was narrow-minded and stereotyped.

The dean is not tall, thin, and thin. He is wearing a heavy gown for the dean, which almost crushes him.

He is an old man who needs someone to support him when he walks, just like all ordinary old people on the side of the road, he has neither compassionate eyes nor a proud expression.

It was only when he walked in front of Chi Yan that Chi Yan came back to his senses. He bowed to the abbot before saying, "I thought I wouldn't be able to see you even if I left."

The Abbot smiled. He looked like a kind, benevolent little old man. He smiled and said, "I've been too busy recently. I'm busy with prayers. Come on, come with me for a walk in the garden."

Then Dean Sheng stretched out his hand, and Chi Yan helped him walk into the garden.

Dean Sheng said, "How old are you this year?"

Chi Yan: "I'll be twenty soon."

The Holy Dean sighed: "You are so young..."

He sits in the highest seat in Kentis, and even the royal family can barely compete with him. He seems to have everything, but the most important thing - youth and enthusiasm, he has lost.

He is about to die, but he still has to sink and sink in the vortex of power, paving the way for the latecomers.

"Chi Yan." The dean of the Holy Spirit spoke very clearly. For a long time, no one except Kleist could properly call Chi Yan by his name. He said gently, "I heard from others that this is given to you by the Holy Spirit." The name you took?"

Chi Yan: "..." The lies I told back then have been retribution today.

The holy dean sighed: "Although I am the holy dean, I have never heard the voice of the Holy Spirit, and perhaps no one in the holy courtyard has ever heard it."

Chi Yan remained silent, and supported Dean Sheng to continue walking.

Most of the flowers in the garden are withered, and winter is coming soon.

Holy Dean: "When I was your age, I only knew how to pray and read books every day. At that time, I didn't know that I could become the Holy Dean. I thought I would go to the local Holy Academy and be an ordinary prayer teacher. Just bring believers to pray, that kind of life is also very good, although it may be poor, but it is very easy."

Chi Yan asked: "Is your life not good now? Even the royal family depends on your face."

Dean Sheng raised his hand and touched Chi Yan's head with difficulty.

This reminded Chi Yan of his grandfather who died young.

His grandfather used to be in the Red Army, and there was a bullet hole in his leg. He had never seen his grandfather gain weight when he was a child, and his grandfather died of lung cancer when he was in junior high school.

Grandpa loves him very much, and even dotes on him a little bit. According to his parents, when he was a child, he went to his grandpa to ask for pocket money. Grandpa was playing cards. When he didn't answer him, he beat his grandpa with a wooden stick at home - he was only two years old at that time He is three years older and has little strength. After being hit by a stick, grandpa picked him up and showed off to the old folks: "See, my grandson will beat me!"

Later, his parents felt that this would be fine, so they no longer let his grandparents take him with him. Except for holidays and festivals, Chi Yan stayed by his parents' side.

I never "beat" people with a stick again.

Chi Yan felt a little sour in his heart. He heard the headmaster say, "I know, you must be thinking, I'm an old man, and I don't have a few years to live, so why can't I die honestly? I still have to fight with the royal family, What's the use of winning the fight? When I die, if the successor has a bad heart, many civilians will suffer."

Chi Yan was silent for a few seconds before saying, "You know it all in your heart."

Dean Sheng: "But I can't fight."

"Do you know what a king is?"

Chi Yan: "He is the leader of the country."

The dean smiled and shook his head: "The king is the master of a country, the common people are his sheep, officials and nobles are sheep dogs, and how the sheep live depends on the master."

"Do you know what a king is when there are no limits to his power?"

"He is a devil." The dean sighed, "He has supreme power, and everyone must bow their heads and listen to his words. If he doesn't distinguish right from wrong, black from right, and is not restricted, a word of his will mean nothing. It can make countless people displaced, and it can reduce the original small rich family to the point where they can't even eat a meal."

Chi Yan listened quietly without interrupting.

Holy Dean: "When the Holy Academy was first born, there was actually no god to believe in. It was just a group of people who wanted to change the country but didn't know how to change it. They gathered together to comfort each other and pray together."

"After a long time, they 'created' the Holy Spirit and accepted believers. When there are more people, their hearts will be more stable. With a common belief, they can communicate like relatives."

Chi Yan was a little shocked: "Why did you tell me..." Say these words?

The dean of the Holy Spirit winked at Chi Yan: "You are a smart boy, and if I don't tell you about these things, you will know."

"I just want to tell you that the Holy Court is not that bad."

The dean of the saint continued to walk forward, he said: "The king is the cruelest and most indifferent person in the world, and all rules cannot restrain him."

"There was a king who liked young girls, so girls from every household in the holy city were sent to the castle before they were ten years old."

"There was another king who liked to watch beheadings, so during the years he was king, countless poor people were arrested and beheaded every year."

Saint Dean: "No one can restrain them. They are unscrupulous and can do whatever they want. If there is a king who doesn't like to rob people's children or kill people, it will be Kentis' blessing."

"Later, more and more people believed in the Holy Spirit. The common people suffered and had no way to save themselves, so they could only put their hope on the Holy Spirit."

"Since you can't get rid of it while you're alive, it's also good to enjoy happiness after death."

The Holy Dean said softly: "Later, the Holy Court was established, and the first Holy Dean worked hard to allow the royal family to see the Holy Court more."

"The royal family will only listen to the words of the Holy Court until the third dean."

Chi Yan: "Are you trying to say that the Holy Court acts as a rule to limit royal power?"

The Holy Dean nodded: "Once any power is in the hands of only one person, then this power is no longer power, but a sign that he can do whatever he wants."

Dean Sheng: "You have developed Stettin very well. I heard people say that as long as people in Stettin have hands and feet and are willing to work, they can earn money and have enough food."

Chi Yan was a little embarrassed, unwilling to show off his achievements, so he pursed his lips and said, "I'm not alone."

Dean Sheng stopped, his eyes full of wisdom looked at Chi Yan's face, he patted Chi Yan's shoulder: "You are different from others."

Chi Yan: "What's different?"

Did he see that he was a succubus? !

Saint Dean: "You are not afraid of me, nor of power. I don't think you will be timid even if you meet the king."

Chi Yan thought for a while: "Maybe."

Dean Sheng: "So you are the same as me."

Chi Yan: "..."

The dean of the Holy Academy didn't know whether he was praising people or boasting: "In our eyes, people are just people. The people sitting on the throne are also ordinary people, and the people standing on the altar of the Holy Academy are ordinary people. Everyone will make mistakes, but once ordinary people on the throne make mistakes, countless lives will be filled in."

Saint Dean: "I have always thought that if there is no Holy House, Kentis will only be worse than it is now, maybe not as good as Flandu, at least the Flandu people still know how to resist their king."

Chi Yan became interested: "Will the Flanders rebel against the king?"

Dean Sheng sat on the wooden chair in the middle of the garden, and Chi Yan stood beside him, listening to him tell Flando's story.

Saint Dean: "Flando once gave birth to a king. He was a very soft-hearted person. When he was a king, if the officials did not agree with the decree issued, he would take it back. If the officials agreed, he would manage the place. The lord does not agree and cannot implement it, and it is from him that the common people and officials learn to resist the king."

Chi Yan frowned: "This is wrong, his words are so useless, so whose words are useful? Nobles?"

Dean Sheng looked at Chi Yan and said, "It's a duke."

"He controlled the two kings of Flando, and until now, his great-grandson is still the Grand Duke of Flando."

Saint Dean: "But it's also very good. The king's power is limited, so even if Flando has encountered locust plagues and droughts for so many years, they have not become too miserable."

Chi Yan didn't speak, he didn't think it was very good - now it's still a half-slave and half-feudal society, that is to say, the king's words don't really work that much, because the nobles rule the land and dominate their own territory, unless they meet To a powerful king, otherwise the nobles would not have to look at the face of the royal family.

They only need to pay taxes on time every year, but it is difficult to count the population in this era, and the cycle is long, so the nobles have the final say on how much tax to pay.

Chi Yan couldn't help but said, "But if the king does nothing and the nobles control everything, how can this country develop?"

How can the country move forward without a single person to point the way?

Only the king, he has the most power, he can say a word, can be more effective than a bunch of nobles combined - no matter whether the nobles will obey the law or not, they can't turn a blind eye.

If the king had been tougher and wiser, the common people would have had a better life.

"People will develop naturally." The Abbot said, "Without a king, the common people will also farm, domesticate animals, and weave cloth. They will keep moving forward."

Chi Yan: "Then why did the Holy Academy summon craftsmen to improve the loom? According to your words, even if they don't intervene, they will develop themselves."

Dean Sheng leaned back in his chair: "Because I'm old."

Chi Yan didn't understand.

The dean of the saint hammered his leg: "I am old, and old people always want to be willful."

"I'm about to die. Before I die, I have to do something for them."

——It’s just that everyone knows that he is the Holy Dean, but no one knows his name.

He has become a symbol, not himself.