Succubus' Manor

The wind blew in from the window and stirred the other's long black hair. Chi Yan stood where he was. Although he didn't have a great memory, he still remembered that there was no such tall and black-haired servant among the servants. The tallest was Kleist, but Kleist had light blond hair.

Is it a thief?

Chi Yan suddenly became a little scared, he swallowed, and was about to run away.

He has a very deep understanding of his own force value, and he will never hit a stone with a pebble.

Just as Chi Yan was counting one, two, three in his mind, the other party suddenly turned his head.

The two stared at each other across the room.

Chi Yan swallowed.

He thought that Kleist was already the most beautiful person he had ever seen, but this person in front of him seemed to be more worthy of the title of "extraordinary beauty in the world".

His complexion is not as fair as Kleist's, but he has a face that looks like God's own hands, handsome and tough. If Kleist's beauty is indistinguishable from male and female, his beauty is purely masculine.

If the black eyes are dark in the middle of the night without a ray of light, they are mysterious and full of charm.

With a high nose bridge and thin lips, he looks cold and noble.

As if he was born to stand on top of everything.

Chi Yan was immersed in the other party's beauty until he saw his other party's pointed ears.

Could it be—this is Kleist's relative?

Chi Yan hesitated to greet the other party: "Hello."

The other party was also looking at Chi Yan, as if he had been waiting for Chi Yan to speak.

Chi Yan said again: "Are you here to find Kleist? Then you should come in through the gate!"

He felt that the other party didn't understand etiquette a bit. Even if it was not the Middle Ages, but the society before he traveled, he should knock on the door before entering someone's house.

Otherwise it is a crime!

Chi Yan knew that he should lose his temper at this time and criticize the other party seriously, but he was very curious about one thing: "Are you a dark elf?"

There are many legends about the elves, because they have always been a mysterious race, away from the crowd, self-sufficient, except for a few elves, they will never intersect with other races.

So the legend is almost never verified.

For example, elves are divided into light elves and dark elves. Light elves have snowy skin and long light golden hair, while dark elves have the same complexion as ordinary people, with pitch black hair, and only the pointed ears that are unique to elves.

The other party finally spoke, and he looked at Chi Yan calmly with complicated eyes.

"I have to go now."

After saying these four words, the other party walked to the window.

Chi Yan was taken aback, did the other party just jump up from the window?

Why didn't he know that elves could climb rocks and walls?

Chi Yan: "What's your name? When Kleist comes back, I will tell him that you have been here! But you must go through the gate next time! Otherwise, I will arrest you!"

However, the other party had already jumped off the window sill at this time, Chi Yan hurriedly ran over, poked his head down, but found nothing, he didn't even see the other party's figure, it seemed that the other party disappeared the moment he jumped down.

Chi Yan suddenly became afraid - if the other party was a gangster and his purpose was to kill him, then the other party had already succeeded just now.

And he didn't even have any way to jump up such a high window sill, so he couldn't build a higher wall.

Difficult to settle down, Chi Yan went to the housekeeper.

But the housekeeper told Chi Yan righteously: "My lord, that's impossible! The castle is so high, how could the elves jump up?"

Chi Yan: "I saw it with my own eyes! I even talked to him, it can't be my hallucination, right?"

The butler didn't speak, but what he meant seemed to be to say that it was indeed Chi Yan's hallucination.

Without support from the housekeeper, Chi Yan could only go back to the room very unhappy, and he wanted to draw the other party.

Although he didn't have a pencil as a foundation, Chi Yan still had some skills to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts. He was concentrating on painting, but no matter how good he was at painting, Chi Yan felt that he hadn't painted one-third of the other party's beauty.

It wasn't until Kleist came to see him in the room that Chi Yan came back to his senses.

Kleist had obviously just come back from the outside, and he still smelled of the woods, slightly damp, and the scent of green grass.

Chi Yan immediately put down the pen in his hand, and he walked up to Kleist with a similar painting he drew.

"I saw a dark elf in your room before." Chi Yan handed the painting to Kleist, "He jumped up from the window, and after I found him, he jumped down again."

Chi Yan looked up at Kleist: "Is he your friend? Or your enemy?"

Kleist took the parchment.

The portraits drawn on the parchment were only outlined with black ink, but a few simple lines stood out on the paper, and one could tell who Chi Yan was drawing at a glance.

Kleist admired: "You draw really well, I've never seen such a way of painting."

Chi Yan proudly said: "That is! My teacher also said that I am very talented."

After he was proud of himself, Chi Yan remembered that he was asking Kleist a question just now.

"Who is that dark elf?" Chi Yan asked in his most serious tone.

Kleist said with a smile: "It's my friend, he has no malicious intentions, you don't have to worry, and I promise he won't come again in the future."

Chi Yan thought for a while: "Since he is your friend, if he wants to come to play with you, he should go through the door. I will not stop you from meeting your friend."

He added: "Your friend is very good-looking."

Kleist held back a smile and asked, "Then who looks better, me or him?"

Chi Yan hesitated, and said in a low voice, "Everyone has their own way."

Then he sighed: "It's a pity that they are not as good-looking as me."

Kleist smiled: "?"

"By the way, let me show you this." Chi Yan picked up the wood carving on the table and showed it to Kleist, "Isn't it beautiful?"

This is a wooden bird carved by the dwarves. The carving is very good, every feather is lifelike, the bird spreads its wings, and the bird is alive. The dwarves have never been taken seriously. No one knows that they have such a talent.

Chi Yan: "If you take it to the city, you can definitely sell it for a good price."

They have been sitting and eating, and although they can be self-sufficient from next year, they also need to have things that can be sold for money.

Otherwise, he would be so poor that he would not be able to buy anything.

Steel knives can’t be sold. They will start planting katuo next year, but katuo can only be eaten by themselves. The wheat has to be used to pay taxes. With so many civilians coming to the territory, the tax alone will cost a lot of money, but wine is fine. Sell ​​to big merchants.

But they can't just get paid for the booze.

With wood carvings, no matter what price they can sell for, at least they can make some money.

It is also convenient to buy anything in the future.

Chi Yan felt that what he had worked so hard to produce could not be sold, and his heart was bleeding.

Kleist took the wood carving and had to admit that it was the most exquisite carving he had ever seen. He said to Chi Yan: "As for the nobles who will buy these things, but they are wood carvings and are worthless."

Chi Yan sighed, "It would be nice to have some income."

He didn't expect to feed so many people!

In the past, he was most worried about how to support himself after graduation.

"A little can make a lot." Chi Yan said optimistically.

On the day the wine tank was opened, Chi Yan was very nervous. After all, he had never really brewed wine, and he had no idea what the finished product would be. The servants carefully moved the wine tank into the hall, as if what they were holding was not a wine tank. , but what priceless treasures.

Chi Yan squatted down, digging out the yellow mud that sealed the mouth of the tank bit by bit, not too dirty at all.

When he opened the lid, a smell of wine came to his nostrils.

That was the real smell of wine, not the smell of grape juice that the butler gave him before.

The aroma was so strong that Chi Yan swallowed subconsciously, and then took a sip with the small spoon brought by the cook.

He had never drunk alcohol before crossing, and the only alcoholic beverage he had ever had was fermented glutinous rice. Chi Yan smashed it, and thought it was still a bit astringent, and the taste was not too mellow, but it was already very good, very successful.

Because there is a lot of wine, Chi Yan said to Kadi: "Everyone who participates in the grape picking can get a glass of wine."

Kadi is different from the butler. The butler sometimes gives advice to Chi Yan and even prevents some of Chi Yan's decisions, but Kadi will never do this. He will only faithfully complete all of Chi Yan's orders.

So he asked the servants to leave with him holding two cylinders of wine without saying a word.

The rainy season has not yet passed, but the rain has become much lighter. As the weather gets cooler, even the strongest tauren will shiver in the cold wind, let alone goblins and dwarves. They have no clothes to wear and can only weave The grass skirt surrounds oneself, so as not to directly expose the body.

But grass skirts cannot keep warm.

The slaves came here in the same way in previous years. When the rainy season ended and winter came, many slaves would freeze to death.

Dahe sat in the house, and there was a pot of charcoal fire in the house. This pot of charcoal fire provided a steady stream of heat. The goblins huddled next to the charcoal fire to keep warm. The window was opened with a small gap, and the wind would blow in from the outside.

But none of the goblins went back to close it, for the servants told them that if the windows were closed and coals were lit in the house, they would suffocate inside.

Although the lives of slaves seem worthless in the eyes of others, the slaves themselves still cherish their lives.

The house was warm, and the ground was covered with dry hay. The children were running and jumping in the house, while the other goblins were weaving rattan frames. Dahe was weaving with his head down, just like his clansmen. The rattan frame that comes out is strong and beautiful.

While the goblins were working quietly, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Cardi appeared before them.

"Take out your bowls." In front of the slaves, Kadi acted like a butler, with the same long face and a very serious look.

The goblins didn't know why, but they took out the bowl obediently.

Everyone except the kids was given a glass of wine.

When the lid of the wine jar is opened, the aroma of wine fills the room, and everyone can only get a small bowl.

But such a small bowl is already a very luxurious enjoyment for the goblins.

They have never drank wine, wine is exclusively for nobles, and they don't even know that the purple-red, crystal-clear liquid in the bowl is the wine they have heard that only nobles can enjoy.

After the servants left, the goblins dared to bow their heads and take a sip.

After several children smelled the wine, they also clamored for a drink.

The goblin only gave the child a little taste.

Dahe and mother were also given a small bowl.

They drank all the wine in the bowl cherishingly. After drinking, some goblins were fine, while others were dizzy. Dahe felt that everything he saw was blurred and had double images.

Terrified, he yelled, "Mother! Mother! There are two of you!"

Dahe's mother hurriedly hugged her child: "What's wrong with you!"

Except for goblins, this is almost the case for other races. Many people cried and howled in the territory, expressing that they might die.

Chi Yan was also dizzy by the window in the castle.

He overestimated his drinking capacity, drank two glasses of wine, and then couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north.

It's just that, unlike the slaves, he knew that he was drunk, not that he was about to die.

The butler's capacity for alcohol is quite good. After drinking two glasses, his face was not red and his heart was beating, and he stood aside as usual.

Chi Yan sat on the chair, looking at the night sky with blushing cheeks.

Stars shine in the night sky without any pollution.

Looking at it, Chi Yan cried.

He is homesick.

The father who wants to smile every day, and the mother who always grabs his ears and tells him to study hard.

They raised themselves up to such an extent that before they could think of blessings, they let the white-haired ones send the black-haired ones.

And he was living well in this world, but he couldn't let them know.

When Kleist walked into the room, what he saw was the teary-eyed Chi Yan.

Chi Yan's cheeks and nose were flushed, and he looked extremely pitiful.

Kleist's heart suddenly softened into a mess. He walked over with light steps, lest he scare Chi Yan, then he squatted down beside Chi Yan, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Chi Yan didn't completely lose his mind, he wiped away his tears, shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

If mother sees him like this, she will definitely teach him a lesson again, telling him that a man does not cry easily.

Dad will comfort him and tell him that there are no difficulties in the world, don't just look at the past, but focus on the future.

Kleist's voice has never been so soft: "Do you want something?"

Chi Yan blinked: "I want my parents."

Kleist: "..."

I really can't give this.

Kleist suddenly asked: "Do you want gems?"

He knew that humans liked shiny and valuable things.

Chi Yan shook his head: "Then it's better to exchange it for money."

Kleist realized that he probably didn't have the ability to coax people, so he asked, "Are you sleepy?"

Chi Yan nodded: "A little bit."

He can hardly keep his eyes open now.

Kleist: "I'll carry you to bed, okay?"

He felt as if he was coaxing a baby.

Chi Yan nodded, his head tilted, and he fell asleep in an instant.

Kleist was a little helpless. He put one hand through Chi Yan's armpit and the other through Chi Yan's legs, and hugged Chi Yan to the bed.

Chi Yan himself knew nothing, and murmured a few words after falling asleep, but the voice was too low for Kleist to hear clearly.

At this moment, the butler came forward, pulled up the quilt for Chi Yan, and looked at Chi Yan lovingly after he fell asleep.

"Evil demons, why did you leave the abyss and come here?" the butler suddenly said.

Kleist looked at the old man standing next to him - he was so old, his face was full of wrinkles and grooves, his body was no longer healthy, his arms were no longer strong, he was like any ordinary old man, in the Quietly waiting for death to come.

"Where are the demons?" Kleist smiled.

The housekeeper snorted: "You don't have to pretend in front of me! I didn't see anything when I was young? I even hunted and killed demons!"

Kleist had a bigger smile on his face: "Really?"

The butler stared at Kleist: "What kind of conspiracy do you have? If you want treasure, you should go to a more affluent territory. If you want beauty, you should go to the palace!"

Kleist: "Since you have recognized me, why didn't you tell Chi Yan?"

Steward: "Hmph! I can't let the word devil dirty your ears. You devils are insidious and cunning, and you should stay in the abyss forever."

Kleist smiled and said: "You are above the abyss, enjoying the rich land, waging wars and oppressing each other, how can you accuse us demons of treachery and cunning so confidently?"

"We demons have been trapped under the abyss for thousands of years, should we stay there forever?"

Kleist's eyes gradually turned black.

His light blond hair had also turned into long, dull black hair. .

He finally showed his true form, his whole body is the thick night.

"Do you know what it looks like under the abyss?" Kleist smiled, "There is no sun, no moon, endless darkness, demons fight each other, and eat the people."

"Only the strongest demon can survive to the end."

After Kleist finished speaking the last word, a straight horn suddenly appeared on his forehead. This horn was dark and dull, with intricate patterns like spells on it, which made people feel extraordinarily gorgeous.

He is like an emperor in the dark night, those dark eyes contain a bottomless abyss.

He said softly, "That demon is the Demon King."

The king of demons.

He will lead all the demons in the abyss to the sun and occupy this fertile and beautiful land.

The housekeeper was not afraid at all, as if he was born without knowing how to write fear, he still said with a serious face: "Then, why don't you kill me? Kill the lord, and then occupy this place?"

Kleist smiled and said, "Why should I kill you?"

He looked down at Chi Yan who was lying unconscious on the bed, hugging the quilt and sleeping with his butt pouted, and the smile on his face finally became warmer.

He sat by the bed and stroked Chi Yan's side face with his hand: "I really wanted to kill him and take his place."

"But now, I can't bear it."

He said to the steward: "I am reluctant to let him disappear from this world."

"So I decided to stay with him."

The housekeeper didn't believe it: "You don't care about your people anymore?"

Kleist: "Of course."

He was born in darkness, and grew up in that darkness. His ears would always be filled with the roars of his own race, and the tip of his nose would always be filled with the stench of blood. In such a world, he grew up with difficulty and did not die at the hands of his own race.

It takes effort to live.

Until one day, he found that those who dared to attack him were dead.

And more people followed him and regarded him as king.

The strongest of the demon clan is the demon king. The innate mission of the demon king is to lead his clansmen to conquer the land above the abyss.

Why is there an abyss?

Because the Holy Spirit sees them as products of filth and filth.

Is that why they were thrown into the abyss?

Kleist didn't understand, he didn't believe in the Holy Spirit, the demons all resented the Holy Spirit, and the Holy Spirit made them suffer.

"My people will come to this land." Kleist chuckled, his eyes fixed on Chi Yan's face, instead of looking at the steward standing aside, "and he is the lord of this land .”

The butler didn't believe Kleist's words, but at this moment he could only say with complicated eyes: "I hope you remember what you said now."

Kleist brushed the hair by Chi Yan's ear, then stood up and left Chi Yan's room.

Only the housekeeper was left standing there alone, and heaved a long sigh.

The demons he met when he was young were not like Kleist. He was a very poor little demon. He hadn't grown horns yet. For some reason, he climbed into the abyss. Before he died, he kept begging for him to live longer. two days.

He said he just wanted to see the sunshine and the flowers and plants.

Feel the light.

But the lord he followed when he was young was a stern and advocating force. He cut off the head of the little demon and hung the other's head on the castle.

As the first warrior to hunt down the demons, he was summoned by the king, rewarded by the Holy Court, and owned a large piece of land.

He still remembers the little demon saying to him: "Your blonde hair is so beautiful, I've never seen gold before."

How did he answer back then?He no longer remembers.

He only remembered the head hanging on the castle, with a smile on his face that got what he wanted.

At the moment of death, he was surrounded by lush flowers and plants, and the moving birdsong was in his ears, so he should have no regrets.

The butler covered Chi Yan with a quilt again, and he closed the door of Chi Yan's room.

The sky is bright.

Chi Yan had a good night's sleep.

After waking up, he went to the window sill to take a few breaths of fresh air before going to wash.

Fortunately, there was not much alcohol distributed to the slaves, at most they would be dizzy and would not vomit, otherwise they would have to clean up in the morning.

Chi Yan recalled what happened last night. He still remembered that he drank some wine, sat by the window and looked at the moon, and cried while watching.

Chi Yan: "..."

I didn't think there was anything at the time, but now I think about it, it's a shame.

Fortunately, only the housekeeper...

wrong!

Chi Yan asked the housekeeper who waited on him to wash up: "Did Kleist come to my room last night?"

The housekeeper opened his eyes and said nonsense: "No, only I am by your side."

Chi Yan heaved a sigh of relief, shedding two tears in front of his elders was different from crying in front of his peers, and now he felt much better.

"By the way, I can only ask Kleist to bring those wines to the city and sell them." Chi Yan still didn't dare to let the knights go.

And the knight knew it was a knight at a glance, and it would be troublesome if someone targeted him.

At this time, the butler suddenly said: "You can let Kadi do it."

"He's already on his own."

Chi Yan: "Really?"

In his impression, Cardi seemed a bit timid and shy.

The housekeeper nodded: "Sometimes it's a good thing to be timid, to be more alert to danger."

Chi Yan: "It makes sense!"

So Kadi was called to Chi Yan.

Chi Yan said to him very solemnly: "I will leave this difficult task to you. Go to a few more merchants and ask them, and choose the one with the highest bid."

Kadi was excited and frightened, he nodded desperately and said: "My lord! I will definitely live up to your expectations of me!"

Chi Yan looked relieved: "I believe in you, you can do it."

Cardi went out with hands and feet. Before leaving, he turned his head and glanced at Chi Yan.

That glance can be called a glance of ten thousand years, with infinite charm.

Chi Yan couldn't help shivering.

Cardi's eyebrows have grown out, and his hair looks like a crew cut. In fact, he looks like a handsome guy now.

But a handsome guy winked at him, no matter how handsome Chi Yan was, he couldn't appreciate it.

Kadi took twenty servants with him, and Chi Yan asked them to bring weapons.

Albert and Carl also saw the servants leaving the territory with carts.

Albert said sadly: "Your Excellency still doesn't trust us enough, are we going to tell others that Your Excellency makes wine in the territory?"

He and Karl are not fools. How could they be hidden from the noise of blacksmithing and brewing?

But they would never tell it. It is better to follow a rich and powerful master than to follow a poor master.

"I smelled the aroma of wine last night." Carl was a little greedy, it was so strong that he had never smelled it in the holy courtyard.

You must know that the wine of the Holy Court is recognized as the best wine.

But in his opinion, it is definitely not as good as the wine brewed by adults themselves.

"What can we do to make adults trust us more?" Carl asked Albert. He felt that Albert was smarter than him, and he must be able to get along with him.

Albert: "Let's go and swear to the adults!"

The solemn oath of knighthood cannot be broken.

Carl: "If the Holy Court finds out..."

Albert said seriously: "Then you go back to the Holy Court now, I am not from aristocratic background, my teacher told me that if I choose one master, I can't have another, otherwise I will definitely kill myself and have to less than reuse by either party.”

Carl looked at Albert in confusion. He had never heard of such a reasoning, but he felt that it was indeed very reasonable.

So they happily went to Chi Yan to swear an oath.

Chi Yan was confused.

Two knights knelt at his feet, speaking the most solemn oaths.

In fact, Chi Yan didn't understand what they were talking about.

It was more like another language. After swearing loudly, they kissed the back of Chi Yan's hand respectively.

In this way, Chi Yan felt that they were taking advantage of him with the excuse of taking an oath.

But looking at the two serious faces, Chi Yan felt that he probably thought too much.

He thinks it's not his fault, but those people who used to have ulterior motives for him, it's those people who made him as neurotic as he is now.

"My lord!" Carl couldn't help saying, "We smelled of wine last night."

Chi Yan turned to look at the butler, and the butler nodded to Chi Yan, which is what can be said, so Chi Yan said: "I have brewed a batch of wine, do you want to try it?"

Carl said shyly, "How dare you?"

Albert said directly: "My lord, I have been hungry for a long time!"

So the two knights were divided into a vat of wine.

As for how they divide it after they take it back, it's none of Chi Yan's business.

Winter is coming, and Chi Yan has to go to the city to buy some things needed for the winter, such as thick fur, spices and salt.

This is the second time he has left the territory since coming here.

"I don't want to wear leggings." Chi Yan said to the housekeeper, "I can't even walk after wearing them!"

The butler thought about it, and felt that this time he was not going to the Holy Court, so he didn't need to dress so in accordance with the etiquette, so he said, "You can wear whatever you like."

Chi Yan gave a small cheer, and quickly changed into the suit he felt most comfortable with.

Although it is said to be the most comfortable, it is actually very complicated, and the neckline has ruffles.

The coachman finally had a place to use his skills. When he saw Chi Yan, the coachman could hardly look away.

This time, Chi Yan didn't bring the housekeeper with him. The housekeeper had to stay here to watch over the people in the territory. The housekeeper was not very satisfied with this arrangement. He wanted to accompany Chi Yan into the city.

But Chi Yan persuaded: "I don't worry if you don't stay here."

He said, "Only with you here, can I go to the city with peace of mind."

This meant that Chi Yan trusted him, and the butler finally had a smile on his serious face.

"Then you must pay attention to safety." The butler said.

Chi Yan smiled at the butler: "Yes, then let's go."

The butler frowned.

we?

Sure enough, Chi Yan waved at the gate of the castle: "Kleist, hurry up, I'll be waiting for you!"

The butler looked back, and Kleist still had that indistinguishable beauty and noble appearance. Thinking of the other party's true identity, the butler really wanted to persuade Chi Yan not to take Kleist with him.

However, looking at Chi Yan's smiling face, he swallowed the words that were almost on his lips.

If the devil wanted to harm them, he would have already done it, so there is no need to wait until now.

The butler could only watch them get into the carriage and leave the territory.

Chi Yan opened the car window and looked at the scenery outside. Although the road was still as difficult and bumpy as before, Chi Yan still felt that it was better than staying in the castle.

"Actually, the scenery here is pretty good." Chi Yan said suddenly.

Before he came across, the city was dealing with smog. Because there are many large factories around the city, the smog is so serious that you can see yellow particles floating in the air while walking on the road. You can’t go out without wearing a mask.

At that time, his mother wanted to move to another city, but because of work reasons, she talked about it several times, but she didn't move in the end.

If it were someone else, I would think that the scenery here is nothing to see, it is just an ordinary woods, there are neither rare flowers nor big towering trees.

But Kleist said, "It's really beautiful."

When he came here from the abyss, these flowers and plants gave him a huge shock. He never knew what the world outside the abyss looked like. Every grass and every bunch of flowers here made him feel beautiful.

There are no plants in the abyss, only endless struggles.

The flesh and blood of their own race sustains them.

Chi Yan: "Do you miss your parents?"

Chi Yan had never talked about this topic with Kleist before. He thought that Kleist must have experienced something terrible when he fell alone by the side of the road. Moreover, Kleist had no clothes on at the time, and he was so tall. so beautiful.

Maybe it was defiled by bad guys on the way.

So he never asked, for fear of poking Kleist's heartache.

Now as soon as he asked, he realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Just when Chi Yan wanted to make amends, Kleist said, "I've never met my parents."

Although the demons feed on the flesh and blood of their own kind, they never kill children.

This is probably the only wisdom of the demons, otherwise there would be no life in the scorched earth under the abyss.

Kleist looked at Chi Yan, who looked pitiful as if he had said something wrong, and seemed to be thinking about how to comfort him.

"Don't worry, I'm not sad." Kleist patted Chi Yan on the shoulder, "It's very common in our place."

Chi Yan: "..."

Is it so miserable to be an elf?Born without a father or a mother?

"What about you?" Kleist asked, "Where are your parents?"

Chi Yan didn't know what to say, he whispered, "I haven't seen them for a long time, I don't know if they are doing well."

They staggered into the city like this.

It was only then that Chi Yan realized that the market in the city was not opened every day, but only once a week.

"The market doesn't open until tomorrow," the coachman told Chi Yan.

So they had no choice but to find a place to stay in the city. Just as Chi Yan was standing on the side of the street to breathe, and was about to get in the car, a smart-looking young man in civilian clothes stopped him.

"My lord! Are you looking for a place to stay?" This young man is very good-looking, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a hearty smile on his face. It is difficult for people to feel disgusted.

So Chi Yan asked him: "Do you have a good place?"

The young man nodded repeatedly, his eyes fixed on Chi Yan, and his face turned red with excitement: "We can take a bath, rest, and..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Chi Yan already understood what he meant.

The place the young man mentioned should be a brothel. Chi Yan heard from the housekeeper that a brothel in the city can be used as a bathhouse or a hotel.

And there are not only beautiful women in the brothel, but also beautiful men.

And no matter men or women, both men and women are welcome.

However, the housekeeper also said that there are all kinds of people in the brothel, and it is easy to conflict with them.

So Chi Yan, who refused all troubles, said to the other party: "It's better for me to go to the hotel, you go and do your work."

Chi Yan turned around and got in the car.

The young man quickly said: "My lord! Our price is very fair!"

Chi Yan still politely refused, saying, "I just want to find a hotel, I don't want to go shopping."

The young man winked at Chi Yan: "My lord, besides soliciting customers, I also do things inside, so I don't need to charge you."

Chi Yan: "..."

At this moment, Kleist poked his head out and asked, "Why don't you come in?"

The young man looked at Kleist, then touched his face.

He regretfully said to Chi Yan, "My lord, I'm sorry."

Chi Yan: "???"

The other party was so persistent just now, why did he suddenly give up?

But... I'm really not interested in big boys with thick eyebrows and big eyes.