Succubus' Manor

"It's going to snow." The butler stood by the window and said to Chi Yan.

Chi Yan huddled under the three-layer animal skin quilt and shivered. The cooling seemed to happen overnight. One day before, he only covered himself with one layer of quilt, and the next day he had to wrap himself into a cocoon.

He is already the person with the most clothes in the territory, so he is not very resistant to the cold, let alone other people.

Only the housekeeper seemed to be immune to the cold. Although he wore less clothes, his waist was straightened, and he didn't tremble when he stood by the window.

"How did you get here in the past?" Chi Yan gritted his teeth and broke them as soon as he spoke, trembling non-stop.

He misses air conditioning and underfloor heating, the temperature is really terrible, especially now that there are no measures to keep warm.

If only he had an electric blanket, he could stay in bed all winter.

The housekeeper closed the window: "That's how I came here."

In the past, the lords never let the slaves live in the house, nor gave the slaves fire, and there were no civilians in the territory, so they had to spend money to buy another batch of slaves at the end of each year.

Every year.

"Would you like to eat?" the butler asked.

It was time for breakfast at this time, Chi Yan: "I'll eat it wrapped in animal skin..."

The butler smiled and said, "You can stay on the bed."

Chi Yan was a little moved, but after thinking about it, let it go, spend the winter in bed, and when spring comes, others will probably be useless.

Only then did the housekeeper say: "If you are willing to let that elf warm your bed, this winter will be much easier."

You can't go out casually in winter, so for most lords, the only entertainment in winter is that little thing in bed.

So in this season, many maids and slaves will come to the lord, as long as they are beautiful, they will basically have a chance.

Chi Yan also found that in the past few days, no matter men or women, everyone in the castle was trying to dress themselves up and come in front of him.

It can't be said to be implied, it is simply stated.

There is no boy chicken who does not want to eat meat, but Chi Yan dare not, he is afraid that it will affect his development.

This body is really too small, what if it is always so small?It cannot be stuffed back into the womb to be born again.

Chi Yan sighed: "Hey!"

He really needs someone to warm his bed, just hug him and sleep together, it will be warmer at night.

But he found that no matter who he was looking for, the other party would definitely not let him spend the night so innocently.

Just when Chi Yan was feeling tired, a human face suddenly appeared in his mind.

—that's the only friend he doesn't covet his beauty, Kleist!

After breakfast, Chi Yan got into Kleist's room. Kleist was sitting on the window sill, holding a parchment in his hand. He had been reading for the past few days, and Chi Yan suspected that it wasn't Rigid and boring book, but a little yellow book.

"Kleist." Chi Yan walked in wrapped in animal skins, and sat on Kleist's bed very rudely.

Kleist's bed is... so hard.

Kleist raised his head to look at Chi Yan. Just as he raised his head, a gust of wind blew up his light blonde hair, and a snowflake swirled and fell on top of his head. Those beautiful eyes were fixed on Chi Yan .

Chi Yan swallowed subconsciously, but quickly realized why he was looking for Kleist.

"Are you cold when you sleep at night?" Chi Yan asked.

Kleist smiled and said, "It's not too cold."

Chi Yan: "...I'm cold."

Kleist: "I still have an animal skin here, you can take it, I'll cover it with one."

Chi Yan: "That's not what I mean, I just want to ask, would you like to squeeze in with me at night? It's too cold for me to sleep alone!"

When he was in high school, it wasn't that he didn't squeeze a quilt with his good buddies in the same dormitory, and he was almost suffocated to death by the smell of the other's feet.

He felt that Kleist should have no foot odor or body odor, and he was a very high-quality bed warmer.

And Kleist is not afraid of the cold, so his body temperature should be quite high.

Kleist put down the book in his hand, and finally turned his attention to Chi Yan.

"You want to sleep with me?" Kleist's mouth curled slightly.

His smile looked dangerous.

But Chi Yan didn't notice that Kleist was smiling most of the time in front of him.

"Yeah, it's really cold at night. The housekeeper said it's going to snow." Chi Yan was very serious, "Don't worry, my feet don't stink, and I don't have bad breath when I wake up in the morning."

Chi Yan: "I always wash my face and feet before going to bed."

Kleist sighed: "When you invite me, can you look like an invitation?"

Chi Yan didn't understand, so: "Huh?"

Kleist: "You should say, dear Kleist, would you like to share the same dream with me?"

Chi Yan: "... even if you sleep in the same bed, you won't have the same dream."

Kleist looked at him.

Chi Yan: "Then, dear Kleist..."

Before he finished speaking, Kleist smiled and said, "Okay, I promise you."

Chi Yan blinked and said in disbelief, "Are you kidding me?"

"Okay, you're late!" Chi Yan threw away the animal skin on his body, rolled up his sleeves and rushed over.

It was only halfway through that he realized that Kleist was not his good buddy before crossing.

I can neither kill him for a thousand years, nor pull out his head, and it seems that something is wrong with him.

So Chi Yan stopped awkwardly.

Kleist: "What's wrong? Why don't you come over?"

Chi Yan: "Nothing..."

He sighed, missing his good friends a little.

Although his parents said that his friends are all friends.

But his friends would play games with him, stay up late together, laugh at each other, fight, and share hard drives.

Now the only person around him who can be regarded as a friend is Kleist.

But there was always a sense of distance when he was with Kleist.

It may be that the other party is too good-looking and not obscene enough, so he can't tell some unlimited jokes.

Chi Yan sighed in his heart. He picked up the animal skin that he threw onto Kleist's bed, wrapped himself up again, and said, "I'm going back to my room."

"I really envy that you don't feel cold in this weather."

Is he the only one who feels cold? !

Abel also felt very cold. He was at home, surrounded by the charcoal basin with his parents and brother. The charcoal they got was not enough, but it was barely enough to burn together with the firewood they cut before. Their family only had two tattered beasts All the skins were given to the wounded.

The mother stretched out her hand to warm the fire, she let out a long breath, and said with a smile on her face: "At this time last year, we would never have imagined this!"

At that time, it was cold and hungry, and even the firewood had to be saved, and the smoke was very heavy. The whole house was filled with smoke, and the house was built of wood, so they dared not light a fire at night. Unlike now, they I can warm up by the fire in the house and have food every day.

"This time next year will definitely be better." Abel said confidently.

At this time last year, he was still sleeping shivering in the corridor of the castle.

At that time, Abel did not expect that in the next winter, he could live in a house with his parents, without worrying about the house being crushed by heavy snow, and not worrying about dying of cold and starvation in a place where no one noticed.

"It must be very hard in the city now." My mother thought of her neighbors who also lived in the slums. "When we came here, they had no food."

Many people in the city rely on moving goods to the pier by the river to make a living, but the merchants found another way, so their jobs became less and less. Many civilians wanted to move to cities where it was easier to find jobs.

It’s just that moving is not as easy as imagined. They can only walk on their legs, and they are easy to get lost. They may encounter wild animals on the road. If they are lucky, they can walk to the city they want to move to, and they may not be able to find a job. , let alone find a place to live.

And if you stay, there is at least one house you can live in, whether it's made of wood or stone.

Better than sleeping on the street.

My father didn't feel anything, he said he was a neighbor, but he only said a few words at ordinary times, and he didn't have any deep feelings. After all, living in that kind of place, he was already tired of running around to survive, and he really didn't have the heart to communicate with his neighbors.

The elder brother drank the hot soup, and there were a few mushrooms in it. He breathed out comfortably and said to Abel, "Fortunately, you are still at home."

Abel had become the hero of the little family.

If it weren't for Abel, they probably wouldn't be able to survive today anyway.

Abel: "Say something happy."

Mother suddenly said: "I can always see goblins and tauren working together recently."

"Yes! It's so strange that they get along like they are of the same race!"

"I have never seen such a slave."

"The steward hasn't waved a whip!"

There are also slaves in the city. Some slave owners will let their slaves fight and then sell tickets. The slaves have to fight to the death in order to survive. Even the same clan can turn their faces, let alone people of different races.

"Mom, at the end of the year, the Holy Court will send people to collect taxes." Abel was worried.

Although the rent set by the lord is very low, they still have to pay the tax paid to the Holy Court and the royal family.

But this year is the first year, and they have nothing to gain, so what should they use to pay taxes?

As soon as this sentence was said, the whole family fell into silence.

They can't think of any way to escape the tax. The poll tax is a tax that everyone can't escape unless they become slaves.

Even servants like Abel have to pay poll tax.

Only knights and lords and people in the holy court do not need to pay taxes, even the king's servants have to pay.

Bert suddenly said, "Your Excellency is a kind man, or else we should ask him!"

Abel rejected Burt's proposal: "It is impossible for adults to pay taxes for everyone."

Of course, there are not many people in their family, but why are there so many civilians?

Will adults only pay taxes for their family?It is impossible for adults to pay taxes for everyone.

Bert came up with an idea with his brilliant mind: "Why don't we become slaves of adults? Then we don't have to pay taxes!"

This proposal was opposed by the whole family.

"Bert, it's your leg! Not your brain! If we're slaves, we'll never be free again! Your children, your children's children are slaves!"

"Brother Burt, do you want to work every day like those tauren and goblins?"

"That's right, the tauren and goblins work every day, and can only eat two meals a day, and only occasionally one meal of white bread..."

The family suddenly stopped talking and looked at each other.

Mother: "...we only have one meal a day..."

"Even if we grow food, there is only one meal, and there are so many taxes to pay."

Abel: "...I think Bert's brother's proposal is very good."

In addition to the Abel family, other civilians are also discussing what to do with this year's taxes.

"Last year, our family handed over all the tax deductible things."

"If you hand it over again, I can only hand over my younger son."

Just in this night, heavy snow came suddenly, the territory was covered in white, and the treetops were covered with snow, which would fall from the branches with a slight movement.

Chi Yan felt very warm. He originally wanted to keep a distance from Kleist, but Kleist was too warm. He was only wearing a thin single shirt, and Chi Yan could even feel his body temperature.

Warm like a small stove.

So Chi Yan lay down, next to Kleist's body.

Chi Yan didn't feel embarrassed either - it's already so cold, face and everything is a burden.

"It's snowing outside." Chi Yan pressed against Kleist's arm.

Kleist: "Yes, the colder the weather, the better the katuo will grow, and they will be harvested after the winter is over."

Chi Yan: "I'll get through this winter first."

Next year he must find cotton to make some quilts and sweaters.

Wear sweaters inside and animal skins outside, and you can cover yourself with quilts at night, which is the day when there are many people.

Life is so miserable right now.

Kleist had heard Chi Yan mention it before, and knew that the cotton in Chi Yan's mouth was the cloud flower. He thought for a while before saying, "The cloud flower is very rare, and only the holy courtyard can grow it."

And only for the great lords and nobles above the earl.

Not everyone in the holy courtyard can have it, only the dean can enjoy it.

Everyone else had to live a hard life, making sure they gave their all to the Holy Spirit.

Chi Yan: "I know, turn over a little, I'm a little cold."

Kleist turned sideways slightly, and Chi Yan confidently retracted into Kleist's arms, then closed his eyes and said, "I'm proud of having a friend like you."

He was about to cry with happiness.

Kleist is so warm, willing to sleep with him, and has no extravagant thoughts about him.

Where can I find such a good friend?

Especially Kleist is so good-looking, how happy he is to see Kleist's face when he wakes up in the morning.

Chi Yan yawned: "If you find that I have eye feces when you wake up tomorrow morning, don't be surprised, all humans have it."

Kleist: "..."

"I'm going to bed, so you should go to bed early too. If it's not so cold tomorrow, maybe we can go out and build a snowman together." Chi Yan closed his eyes, unwilling to open them again, "If it's still this cold, I'd like to be in Stay in bed all day, if you're in bed too."

After Chi Yan finished his domineering declaration, he fell into a deep sleep.

His back was against Kleist's chest, warm and comfortable.

Kleist was not asleep. From his angle, he could only see the top of Chi Yan's head. He sighed softly and put his chin against the top of Chi Yan's head. Chi Yan's black hair was soft and fine.

Kleist felt that there was a fragrance on Chi Yan's body.

A scent that makes him hungry.

That hunger is not the hunger of lack of food.

It's a hunger that comes from deep within the soul.

Kleist closed his eyes, forced himself to suppress this feeling, he hugged Chi Yan vainly, and fell asleep with his head tilted.

When Chi Yan woke up, he found that he was sleeping with his back against Kleist at first, but now he was in Kleist's arms with his forehead pressed against Kleist's chest muscles.

Hmm... Kleist's pectoral muscles are harder than he imagined.

But Kleist's arms... It's really warm, it's unexpectedly warm, it's even better than an electric blanket, you don't have to worry about drying out, and you don't have to worry about being too hot and waking up in the middle of the night.

Chi Yan didn't want to move in Kleist's arms.

Although it seems a bit shameful to be in the arms of a man.

But it was better than shivering alone in the cold bed.

"Are you awake?" Kleist didn't open his eyes, he tightened his arms, and now Chi Yan didn't press his forehead against Kleist's chest muscles, but his entire face.

...It is quite flexible, not as hard as it just felt.

Kleist's voice was a little hoarse and sleepy, which unexpectedly added a bit of sexiness.

Chi Yan felt that his ears were about to become pregnant.

"I'm awake." Chi Yan shivered and pushed Kleist away.

Although he knew that every man would be very lively during this time period, he was still a little embarrassed. After covering his lively place, Chi Yan left the bed and was going to the toilet to deal with his personal problems.

"Hiss—" Chi Yan gasped.

Overnight, the temperature must have dropped a few degrees.

Chi Yan quickly put on the animal skin and walked out of the bedroom.

Just bumped into the butler who was coming.

The butler glanced at Chi Yan, and then at Kleist, who was lying on the bed with his collar open behind Chi Yan.

The butler glanced at Chi Yan again, and then at Kleist.

Then his expression suddenly changed, as if he had woken up from sleep and found that the Martians had occupied the earth, and the sense of despair that the world was falling apart rushed to his face.

"My lord!" The housekeeper was heartbroken, as if his good pig had been crushed by rotten cabbage, he frowned, and was about to say something.

Chi Yan said, "Get out of the way! I'm going to lose it!"

housekeeper:"……"

Chi Yan ran to the toilet like a gust of wind.

The butler and Kleist stared at each other.

Steward: "You shameless bastard!"

Kleist: "..."

The housekeeper was furious: "I knew you had dirty thoughts about adults!"

Kleist said slowly: "He invited me to sleep together. If anyone has dirty thoughts, then I'm only a small part."

Butler: "My lord was just tricked by you!"

Kleist looked at the butler, smiled and said, "What can you do?"

The butler looked at Kleist fiercely: "I will definitely let the adults see your true colors!"

Kleist shrugged: "Whatever you want."

The butler gave Kleist another fierce look before leaving the bedroom door.

After Chi Yan finished solving his personal problems, as soon as he walked out of the toilet, he saw the butler guarding the toilet door.

He was taken aback: "Why are you standing here?"

The butler said earnestly: "My lord, even if you are looking for a bed warmer, you shouldn't be looking for Kleist!"

Chi Yan: "...Why, I think he's pretty good."

He felt that there should be no warmer person than Kleist in the territory.

The housekeeper was heartbroken: "Is the other elf not good?"

Chi Yan: "I haven't tried it, maybe elves are similar? But I have no friendship with him!"

He was willing to share the bed with Kleist because he knew him well and was a friend.

He and Lamir have no emotional basis, and it would feel awkward to sleep together like this.

The butler said righteously: "Emotions can be cultivated. Kadi got lice outside. Let Lamir be your personal servant during this time."

Chi Yan: "...Poor Kadi."

Poor Cady sneezed, and he was hurt now, because the housekeeper said he had lice again and was going to shave his head, but Cady scalped himself, and he didn't find a single lice.

"Why did he do this to me?" Cady covered his face in pain.

Abel sat beside him, comforting him gently: "Don't be sad, maybe you do have lice, but you didn't notice it yourself."

Kadi wiped away her tears: "For my lord, I persisted no matter how much I was afraid all the way, but now, he actually told me that because I have lice, I can't serve you?"

"Holy Spirit! How could he be so cruel?"

Abel: "...By the way, your family is also in the territory. Have you ever thought about taxation?"

Cardi: "What?"

Abel sighed: "It will soon be the day when the Holy Court and the royal family collect taxes."

Cardi's face was turned aside, and the tears were put away while sleeping: "My Holy Spirit!"

"What should we do now?" Kadi panicked even more, "Our family's only previous animal skin was handed over when paying taxes last year!"

Abel whispered, "I've thought of a way."

Cardi looked at him: "What way? Are you going to a brothel to be a male prostitute?"

Abel: "...Even if I want to go, people won't accept me. If you go, they should accept you."

Although he didn't want to admit it, Abel still had to admit that Cady was much better looking than him.

However, after Cardi's hair and eyebrows were shaved again, it may be a bit troublesome.

Abel lowered his voice again: "My solution is to become a slave of the adults!"

"That way we don't have to pay taxes!"

Cardi was taken aback: "You really have an idea, your idea is terrible!"

Abel: "... slaves can eat two meals of mush! Our family can only eat one meal, which is not as thick as slaves' mush!"

"After paying the tax, maybe you won't even be able to eat a single meal a day! It's better to be a slave of an adult. Do you want to be a free citizen who starved to death?"

Cardi: "Abel, what you said makes sense, I have to go back and think about it."