Succubus' Manor

The peaceful winter was finally broken by the smoke of war.

When the Queen learned that Ferlando's soldiers were attacking the gate of the holy city, she sat on the throne and did not recover for a long time.

She had envisioned this day, but when the prediction became a reality, her heart was beating and she was surrounded by panic.

"Where are my soldiers?" The queen squeezed out the words from her throat.

The minister who came down the steps said: "Your Majesty, the soldiers have assembled there! We will surely win!"

The Queen's complexion was not good.

People die in war, and she doesn't want her soldiers to die.

The more her soldiers die, the more unstable her throne becomes.

She is not the only member of the royal family, and other people may not want to pull her down, but they have no chance, and she will not give them a chance.

The Queen went to Benson.

Meeting is crying again.

"Uncle, I really don't know what to do." The queen cried on Benson's lap, as if he was not her uncle but her biological father. .

Benson comforted: "You have the best soldiers and the best weapons. Don't be afraid. They are an evil army and they will never win."

The queen looked up at Benson: "Uncle Benson, when will your soldiers arrive? I'm really afraid, what if my soldiers don't resist?"

Benson: "It should take a while, don't worry, they will definitely arrive."

The queen gritted her teeth with hatred.

If her soldiers were badly wounded, won or lost, would there still be a place for her when Benson's army arrived?

Either...Benson's army came earlier, pulled her soldiers down, and let Benson's soldiers go to work.

Or, she can only deal with Benson before the army arrives.

Only in this way can she win over the generals of the army and turn Benson's soldiers into her own.

Looking at the current situation, it was obvious that the latter option was better. She weighed the pros and cons several times in her mind, and finally decided to use the second option.

She needed Benson's support because of the soldiers in Benson's hands. It would be best if Benson died.

Her country does not need a nobleman with a large army who can threaten the royal power.

Even her own uncle.

She can tacitly allow her servants to starve her husband to death, and she can raise the butcher's knife to her uncle mercilessly.

Chi Yan knew that when the Flanders attacked the Holy City, the people in the Holy City were already in a mess. Although people had not experienced war for many years, they could always hear about the war from their parents and grandfathers. Terrible.

They cannot leave the holy city, so they can only find places to hide. If there is a cellar, they will move their food and valuables into the cellar; go in.

All the girls dress up as men, put ashes on their faces, change their clothes into men's clothes, and try to make themselves ashamed.

Many people, regardless of the cold, sleep outside the palace every day.

It's always safe next to the palace, right?

The adults inside should protect them, right?

Even at the door of the hotel where Chi Yan lived, there were many homeless people staying there all day and night.

Not to mention the relief station, Harvey wouldn't have closed it if Chi Yan hadn't told it to close, and more and more people came to the relief station to receive food.

Originally, it was still dry, but when there were more people, it became thinner and thinner, and it could only be filled with water.

But no one disliked it, some food is good, in short, it is not their own food, their own food has to be saved, if the holy city is really breached, they can comfort themselves anyway, maybe they can still have a bite to eat.

Chi Yan crossed his arms and stood at the window. The cold wind blew on Chi Yan's face, but Chi Yan didn't feel cold.

He would not let Ferlando's soldiers storm the Holy City.

But he needs the Queen to bow to him.

He needs the queen to hand over the throne to him smoothly under pressure.

So he'll just put more pressure on the Queen instead of reaching out to her.

This also means that many people will die.

While having dinner, Chi Yan suddenly asked Kleist: "Do you think I'm cruel?"

Chi Yan took a sip of the soup: "I can actually watch those soldiers die."

Kleist said helplessly: "Then why not? Let our soldiers die?"

Chi Yan: "..."

Anyway, his brain circuits are completely different from Kleist's.

Kleist also said to him in an educational tone: "You only need to consider what is good for you and what is not. When facing me, you can use your emotions. When facing other people, never think about feelings."

Chi Yan: "Well... makes sense."

Kleist continued to teach Chi Yan: "You are a demon, even if you once thought you were a human, you should know and accept your identity now. The demons have never felt that their own kind can't be killed."

"Whether it is an animal or a human, you must first ensure that your goals can be achieved, and the rest will come later."

Kleist put down his chopsticks and looked into Chi Yan's eyes: "Kindness and mercy, let's talk about it after you sit in that seat."

Chi Yan was awakened suddenly, and he smiled at Kleist: "You're right."

He still fell into a misunderstanding. He was in the holy city, and he had long regarded the civilians of the holy city as his own civilians, and the soldiers of the holy city as his own soldiers.

But the fact is - no.

They do not belong to him.

After throwing away the perspective of being in the game, he can realize more clearly-he is hostile to the queen, and the holy city is the territory of his enemy.

When the two armies are at war, if there are casualties on one's own side, how can there be time and energy to sympathize with the enemy?

And he couldn't let Flando's soldiers be easily defeated.

"They shouldn't retreat so quickly, right?" Chi Yan was a little worried.

The main reason is that the news from the demons is not very good.

The weapons of Ferlando's soldiers are worse than those of the Holy City.

The weapons of the holy city bend when hit, and retreat halfway through the hit, and step straight under the feet.

The weapon of Flando's soldier was broken when he hit it, and he couldn't reconnect it, so he could only fight close to him with the broken tip of the knife.

If the Flanders launched a surprise attack in the middle of the night, when it was relatively quiet, most people in the city could hear the loud shouts of killing.

People live in trepidation, even the rich, trying their best to enter the palace when they cannot leave the holy city—living in the palace is safer than living in other places, even if it is only in the room of the lowest servant in the palace , is also better than living at home.

So they kept throwing money, and almost emptied their homes, all just wanting to have a small room in the palace.

The poor people have few choices. They have no cellars, their homes are not safe, and the palace is not as easy to enter as before. They either sign up for a group to keep warm, live together in a group, or sell themselves as slaves, preferring to be a queen slave.

However, because the queen bought too few slaves, more people did not even have the opportunity to be slaves.

At this time, they thought of Chi Yan, the lord of Stettin, who had money and soldiers, but couldn't follow the Queen. Following Chi Yan seemed to be a good way out. At least they should be able to follow Chi Yan when he ran for his life. escape.

So Chi Yan discovered that suddenly there was a group of people who insisted on being his slaves.

The civilians were at the hotel entrance, crying and clamoring to be Chi Yan's slaves.

Chi Yan: "..."

He never expected this result.

Every day someone shouts at the door of the hotel——

"My lord! We are willing to be your slaves!"

"My lord! We will give you all the food and property of the family! Please accept us!"

"Please, my lord!"

Paying people to take themselves into slavery...

Perhaps this can also be regarded as the wisdom of common people?

Chi Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but after thinking about it, it's not impossible. Anyway, he has the final say on whether there are slaves or not. Taking them as slaves will not only win people's hearts, but also put more pressure on the Queen.

After all, a slave with a master cannot be conscripted.

"Go and tell them, just say that we and they accept it." Chi Yan asked Ryan to go out.

Ryan never questioned any of Chi Yan's decisions and orders. For him, the most important thing is to faithfully complete all of Chi Yan's orders without using his brain. As for why Chi Yan did this, is it right? It doesn't matter at all to him.

In other words: My idol!Wrong is also right!Right is even more right!

"Yes." Ryan stepped out of the hotel after stepping back.

He opened the door of the hotel and was dazzled by the scene before him.

Countless civilians were sitting and standing in front of the hotel, some of them were holding the family’s only finances, some were carrying a few bags of food, dragging their families with them, the whole family stood there neatly, with pairs full of fear and hope. Wing, tremblingly looked at Ryan who came out.

These civilians are used to being oppressed. Unlike the rich and nobles, their heads are bowed and their backs are bowed. The shadow of death hovers over everyone's heads. They can only change from kneeling to lying down. .

"grown ups……"

"My lord, I, I have food!"

"My lord! I also have food, and I have cloth!"

They scrambled to open their mouths, wishing to clearly explain everything they could dedicate.

Ryan looked around and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. These people were like him in the past, who could only hide in the corner for fear of being discovered by anyone. Poor, he could only wait for someone to save him.

He waited until the Lord Lord.

And these people will be as lucky as he was.

Facing these people, Ryan said in a rare and forceful voice: "Put everything here, and someone will lead you to where you should go. From today on, you will be the slaves of adults."

The civilians looked at each other, then lowered their heads, and hurriedly put the things on the vacant space in front of Ryan.

When they were taken away, they still had relieved smiles on their faces, and some even shed tears uncontrollably.

It was as if they were not slaves, but free.

Chi Yan stood on the windowsill and watched this scene, feeling a little sad.

They are not like nobles, nobles are born nobles, they can enjoy the best things here, even if they do nothing, they can live better than ordinary people who work hard.

The common people have worked so hard, generations have tried their best, but they can only save a little money and own a house.

They have no way to resist natural and man-made disasters, and they cannot even escape.

Ferlando's soldiers came, and they had to be slaves for their lives.

They are obviously free people, but they have to give up their status as free people.

But no one will see them.

No one will work for their well-being.

Chi Yan closed the window.

He realizes that he still has a lot to do in the future, and may provoke resistance from the original upper class.