Succubus' Manor

Demons have a courtship season, among all races, only the human race does not have a courtship season, because the human race is courting all year round.

And the courtship season of the demons is at the end of every spring, when the demons will become restless and more likely to fight, in order to compete for courtship objects, it is very common to fight, but once they fight, they can only fight. End with the death of one party.

In previous courtship seasons, Kleist would not join the courtship queue.

To be precise, he hates courtship season and the feeling of being dominated by instinct.

It comes from the restlessness in the blood and soul, and the demons have no loyalty to their partners. They stay together during the courtship season and separate after the courtship season is over. The child is abandoned when he can walk.

Because the number of demons is getting smaller and smaller.

If Kleist hadn't brought them back, perhaps within ten years, the world would no longer have the race of demons.

Just like the succubus clan back then.

How beautiful the Meizu was back then, no race could resist their charm.

But now, apart from Chi Yan, it is estimated that there is no second succubus in this world.

There are also many people who don't know how powerful the succubus race was hundreds of years ago. They can gather an army by just standing up, and the soldiers of this army will regard death as home.

However, it is difficult for succubus to have children, and the children of succubus and other races will not inherit the ability of succubus. As the number of succubus decreases, succubus gradually withdraws from the stage of history.

Now we can only hear about their past deeds in legends and stories.

It was still early spring, and Kleist was beginning to feel ill.

Perhaps there is a reason why the human race became the masters of this continent, they will not be bound by instinct.

"You don't sleep with me anymore?" Chi Yan frowned, "Why?"

Although it's spring now, it's still cold at night, and it won't be warm if the sun doesn't shine during the day.

Kleist sat beside Chi Yan. He found a pure black robe from nowhere, and when he wore it, his skin was as white as snow, the kind of white without blood. On the other hand, one can inadvertently see a hidden look at him.

"It's not cold anymore." Kleist said softly, "You can cover yourself with two quilts."

Chi Yan groaned, dissatisfied, but worried that he had offended Kleist somewhere and made Kleist unhappy, so he said, "Is it because I don't sleep well at night?"

"I remember I didn't grind my teeth or snore?" Chi Yan felt aggrieved.

Kleist: "It's not your problem."

Chi Yan blinked: "What's the problem?"

Kleist originally wanted to be blunt, but then remembered that he was a fake elf, and there was a real elf on the territory.

Unless he killed Lamir, Chi Yan would become suspicious sooner or later.

He didn't want Chi Yan to stay away from him because he was a demon, at least he had to wait until Chi Yan couldn't leave him before telling Chi Yan.

Kleist suddenly approached, and Chi Yan shrank back subconsciously. He could feel Kleist's hot breath spraying on his ears, making him embarrassed and blushing.

Kleist said, "Don't you find it troublesome to sleep together? Don't you have those moments?"

Chi Yan understood in seconds.

"I won't laugh at you." Chi Yan patted Kleist's shoulder, "They're all men, I understand!"

Krystal looked at him with a smile.

Chi Yan saw Kleist's determination in his eyes, and Chi Yan asked in a low voice, "Can't we really sleep together?"

Kleist said softly, "Maybe in the future."

Seeing that Kleist didn't let go, Chi Yan knew that it was impossible, so he didn't force him, and just said, "Okay then."

Because Kleist refused Chi Yan's request to share the same bed, Chi Yan felt that he was a poor little unwanted person.

He considers Kleist his best friend, but Kleist doesn't even sleep with him.

It was probably because Kleist was the first equal friend he made after coming here, and he wouldn't look at him like a fat man, so in Chi Yan's heart, Kleist was very important.

It may be that Chi Yan's frustration is so obvious that even the housekeeper can see it.

"My lord, are you troubled by something?" the butler asked.

Chi Yan sighed: "It's nothing."

He felt that if he told the reason, it would appear that he was too hypocritical.

So Chi Yan asked the housekeeper, "Have you counted the boxes that Kleist brought back?"

The housekeeper's face also showed joy: "My lord, the sum of those things is enough for us to pay taxes for 50 years!"

"And the cloth! It's all good cloth, and it's time for you to make two new clothes."

Speaking of this butler, his face is full of heartache - he is an incomparably handsome adult, but there are only three sets of aristocratic clothes for washing, and because of the use of dyes, he can't wash them often, once a year is enough.

But the color will fade after washing once, which makes the housekeeper very sad.

Although the clothes worn in the castle are all white, there is no need to worry about fading, but as a noble lord, how can he only have three sets of clothes that can be seen by others?

One of the sets has faded and there are technically only two left.

In fact, Chi Yan quite likes white, and he can't appreciate the colorfully dyed clothes, but seeing the heartbroken expression of the housekeeper, he can't say anything.

"Do you want to dye in the city?" Chi Yan asked.

The housekeeper nodded: "Dyeing clothes is also a handicraft, and only the city can sell dyes."

The dyes are all extracted from plants, and there is no color-fixing agent, so it is very easy to fade, even if it is not wet, it will fade ugly after a long time, so in addition to not washing clothes, you must put them on every once in a while The clothes were sent for color correction.

very troublesome.

But because it wasn't Chi Yan himself who was in trouble, he had no objection.

The housekeeper said: "At least two more sets need to be made, and the old clothes must be sent over for recoloring."

Chi Yan suddenly said, "I'll make another set for you, too."

He found that the butler tossed and turned only two sets of clothes. Unlike Chi Yan, who could wear whatever he wanted in the castle, the butler had to wear his own "uniform" at all times. Chi Yan found that the butler's cuff had worn out a hole.

The butler's voice was choked with sobs: "My lord, you don't have to worry about me..."

Before my words fell, the housekeeper began to sob softly.

Cry so much that it is called "pear blossoms with rain".

Chi Yan quickly comforted him: "It's a good thing to make new clothes, why are you crying?"

The butler hoarsely said, "You are so kind to me!"

Chi Yan had no choice but to coax the housekeeper for a while while still crying, so he could only wait silently for the other party to finish crying, lest the more he talked, the more the housekeeper would cry.

Everyone in the territory is working hard. Dahe has already found someone who went to the city with him. One of these two people is a goblin and the other is a human race. They are both rare people in the territory who can speak well.

In addition, Lamir secretly approached Chi Yan several times, expressing that he would work hard in the future and never be lazy, and told Chi Yan not to tell him to shovel shit anymore.

Chi Yan said after learning that Lamir has been working hard recently: "You won't have to do it in five days."

Five days later... Lamir found that all the manure had been processed.

He really doesn't have to do it anymore.

It's just—except for him, everyone doesn't have to do it.

Lamir was in a complicated mood, feeling that he was the same whether he was looking for Chi Yan or not.

However, Lamir found that the new group of slaves were very fierce, not only extremely strong, but also very good at hunting—although their hunting methods were completely unsightly, they usually lie on the ground first, seek cover with grass, and wait When prey passes by, it jumps up and bites the neck of the prey with its teeth.

Holy Spirit!How can there be such a cruel person in this world!And can the teeth and bite force of an ordinary person bite off the neck of a wild deer?

Facing a small prey like a pheasant, their method is even simpler. They pounce on it and break the neck of the pheasant.

And they actually eat raw meat!

When Lamir was wandering around with nothing to do, he found that after tearing off the skin of their prey, those people ate hard and ate with great relish. While eating, they were alert to their surroundings. If there was any trouble, they would immediately stop eating and prepare to attack at any time.

Fortunately, it was Ramir, who had never known other races before being caught by the merchant, who discovered all this.

Ramir just never dared to approach any of the new slaves since then.

Now that he is so fat, he is afraid that these ruthless and blood-drinking savages will get his idea.

In front of the opponent, his force value is approximately equal to nothing.

Moreover, these newcomers never deal with other people, and they rarely talk to each other.

On one occasion Ramir eavesdropped and heard one of them say to another, "You're so ugly."

Another shot back: "At least my eyes are big."

Then the person who was the most provocative said: "Since there are no women of the same race here, let's make do after a while."

Another person: "Okay, but let's say first, I want to be the offensive side."

"You look so ugly, but you think it's pretty! Hit me before you talk!"

"Heh, I will rip your throat open, crush your bones, and then peel off your skin and hang it on the wall, admiring it every day."

"Fart! I'll take your legs off and make them into chair legs!"

Ramir shuddered.

Do these two remember why they fought?

Aren't they courting?

For who is on top, they have to fight so viciously?After the fight, it is estimated that there is no need to make a decision, because one party is already dead.

Ramir was somewhat skeptical about life.

His worldview was greatly impacted.

It turns out that human courtship is so cruel.

It's better to be an elf, I hope no one will take a fancy to him, he doesn't want to have his throat ripped out, and he doesn't want to be made into a chair leg.

Even if it was the lord who wooed him, he would not obey.

The courtship of elves needs chest muscles, and the courtship of humans is terrible.

terrible!