Succubus' Manor

"Dinner is ready." The jailer yawned, and then walked to the cell with a bucket of mush. He looked at the nobles in the cell without any fluctuations in his heart.

At the very beginning, when this group of nobles were sent, he was so excited that he was so excited all day long. After a long time, he didn't feel any other feelings-it is true that this group of nobles only know how to complain and daydream every day.

After hearing that the meal was served, the nobles regained some energy, but they were unwilling to go over and wait, and sat where they were, accepting the edification amidst the stench.

The jailer didn't bother to talk nonsense, he took out wooden bowls full of batter and placed them by the cell door, and the nobles came to get them themselves.

After the jailer left, a fat nobleman went to serve a bowl.

They have never eaten these things before, they are all born nobles, not to mention how delicious the food is, but there is no shortage of bread and meat.

Now more than a dozen of them are crammed into a cell, and there are fleas everywhere, rats chewing on their nails in the middle of the night, and their own and rat excrement on the ground.

They can only use silence to express their innocence.

The chubby one was not enough after eating one bowl, so he was going to get another one.

When he stretched out his hand, the other nobles finally moved. They had shown a disdainful look just now, but now they started fighting again.

After all, they only have one meal a day.

"Don't squeeze!!"

"Squeeze what?! Starve to death!"

"Who pushed me!! I am the Earl!"

The youngest noble managed to grab a bowl of paste, and hurriedly took it to a corner to eat.

He ate quickly and didn't care if he choked.

"Bichir!"

The young noble Biqier slapped his chest quickly, and he was choked.

He turned his head, saw his uncle, and said quickly, "Uncle."

Uncle came over with a bowl, sat down beside him, and sighed after sitting down, "I don't know how long I'll be locked up."

Biqier: "The new His Majesty didn't kill us, maybe he will let us out."

Biqier is still very optimistic, as long as he is not dead and has food, there is always hope and opportunity.

The uncle glanced at his Biqier, and handed over the half of his mush left over: "Eat, you are young, I can eat this enough."

Biqier wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and shook his head at his uncle: "It's definitely not enough for you to eat, uncle, let's eat more, so that we have a chance to get out from here."

Biqier looked around, and found that the fat noble sitting at the door of the cell was already so hungry that he ate the fleas on his body.

Uncle sighed: "We... hey... the new king's ambition is too great."

Those nobles who are slightly smarter and not so stupid know that the new king wants to clear them, the old nobles, and make way for the new nobles he wants to appoint. They are still alive, but they will die sooner or later.

In short, most people have already resigned to their fate.

Who made the opponent's army too strong, who made them neither choose to escape nor surrender immediately.

Those who escaped would not be imprisoned in such a place anyway, and they would always live better than civilians with their belongings.

Those who surrendered, although they were also sent to the Holy City, were not imprisoned like them, but had a room in the palace.

There are only them, a group of people locked together, dirty and smelly, can't eat enough and can't sleep well.

After a long time, I even feel that I am not human anymore.

More like a mouse, it is accompanied by restlessness and despair all day long.

Probably not as good as a mouse.

Just when they finished eating, sat in a daze, or slept on their backs, the door of the cell was suddenly opened.

Biqier, who was sleeping drowsily, raised his head and looked at the person who walked in in a daze.

It had been a long time since they had seen anyone other than the jailer.

Ryan walked into the cell, pinching his nose with some discomfort, and the jailer flattered and complimented him all the way.

But Ryan just wanted to get out of here quickly.

He gradually got used to the smell in the cell, and he didn't need to pinch his nose anymore. Ryan stood outside the cell door where the nobles were held. He looked around, pointed and said to the jailer, "Get these few out."

Although the jailer didn't understand why, he still obediently got those nobles out of the cell.

Among those who were targeted were Biqier and his uncle—they were relatively decent people so far, and they hadn't shown any resentment in their eyes.

Ryan waved his hand: "Take them and follow me."

He couldn't stay here for a moment.

The jailer escorted Biqier and they followed Ryan out of the cell.

Walking under the sun, Biqier finally felt that he was still alive. The dark and damp cell was behind him, but it was more like hell than the cell.

After standing over, Biqier and the nobles who came out didn't know what happened, and some timid ones turned pale with fright.

Ryan: "Wait."

Then Ryan left. He went to different cells and brought out a lot of people.

There are men and women.

After all the selected people stood together, Ryan said: "Your Majesty said, I want to give you a chance to prove that you are different from other nobles, that you are not a waste who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun."

As soon as these words came out, the nobles who were still anxious just now finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll let you arrange for you to clean up and everyone's head shaved."

The nobles huddled together, not daring to raise objections, and the female nobles stroked their hair, thinking that life was the most important thing.

Ryan gave the male servants a wink, and the male servants took them to the shower, and the female nobles were taken away by the maids.

Their current clothes also have to be thrown away and burned directly to prevent fleas from jumping everywhere.

The hair on the body, except for the eyebrows, must also be shaved.

In one day, dozens of "monks" and "nuns" appeared in the palace.

They were also allocated a room. Although it was a large bunk bed, it had quilts and pillows, which was much better than in a prison cell.

The servants also made them go to a fixed room to defecate.

At that time, there will be a special person to deal with it.

For the nobles, this is a novel experience-you know, the previous kings and queens all had fleas!

Everyone has fleas, and now no one is allowed to have fleas, how amazing!

They also quickly got into work, and what these nobles have to do now is to enter the household registration.

Since the beginning of spring, Chi Yan has been re-entering the household registration. Because many people died and many people did not have a fixed address, the registration of the household registration was not smooth, and he did not have enough people.

Now that the nobles are being pulled over to work, there are enough people to enter.

"These people don't have household registration? No address?" Chi Yan pointed to more than a dozen pages of names.

The minister quickly said: "Your Majesty, they are all homeless people."

Chi Yan sighed.

"Didn't you ask you to count the houses without owners?" Chi Yan rubbed his temples with a headache.

Minister: "...but that's not enough..."

The houses in the holy city are basically small buildings, even in the slums, they are all small wooden houses, covering a large area.

"Then build it!" Chi Yan reprimanded, "It's so difficult to build a house?!"

The minister hesitated and said, "But..."

Chi Yan: "But what is it? If you can't fit inside the city, build it outside the city. Does it have to be all crowded together? Why can't you use your brains?"

Chi Yan was very angry. These people didn't know whether they were incapable of flexibility or lazy, or they didn't want to make trouble. In short, it was a very simple matter. They were unwilling to make up their own minds, and they didn't even have a suggestion.

The minister lowered his head and left after being scolded by Chi Yan.

He was originally bought by Chi Yan, and he did have some skills. When Chi Yan was just crowned, he was still dreaming of becoming a nobleman.

Now he is very clear that this dream is broken. From the very beginning, this dream was just a dream, but he dare not complain now.

What is there to complain about?He is still alive, not dead, and he is still living a relatively comfortable life, much better than the nobles who opposed Chi Yan.

Even if he had other thoughts at the beginning, they disappeared after seeing Chi Yan's army.

He wouldn't use his neck to test whether Chi Yan's knife was sharp or not.

Building a house was easier than the minister imagined. It was nothing more than cutting down trees and laying foundations. Bricks and clay were brought from Saket.

Building houses also gave many people new jobs.

After the housing problem is resolved, most people in the holy city have a fixed residence before they can continue to enter the household registration.

Chi Yan is going to turn the houses outside the city into low-rent houses, all of which are long-term leases in units of three years. Because these houses belong to him in name, it is up to him whether the price increases or not.

But only those with poor financial conditions can apply.

Of course, the first batch was for the homeless.

The old housekeeper walked into the room with water, put the water with sugar on the table, and said to Chi Yan, "Your Majesty, take a rest."

Chi Yan leaned on the chair and closed his eyes: "I'm so tired, there's nothing I can use."

The old butler said helplessly, "There is no rush."

Chi Yan: "You send someone to send a letter to Saker Destin Otley and Aliya, and ask them to send me some smart talents. Do I have to discover the talents one by one?"

Then he is exhausted.

Now he wakes up earlier than chickens and sleeps later than dogs every day. There are a lot of things on him, forcing him to deal with affairs conscientiously.

This is only a problem in one part of the holy city. Thinking of the city that Kleist conquered, he still let the mayor be appointed, and he felt that he was too miserable.

He really wants to be a stupid king who only knows how to eat, drink and play every day!

"Frando hasn't sent anyone to negotiate with me so far." Chi Yan sighed.

If Flando didn't send someone to negotiate, he would have to call, but Kleist and the others were already so busy that they had to give them some time to rest.

He is now hoping that Frando will send someone to negotiate. Instead of sending troops to fight now, he can still extort a sum of money.

I hope Frando can understand his good intentions.

As long as Frando loses money, everyone will be happy.