Succubus' Manor

The weather is getting warmer, and spring has come to the end in a blink of an eye, leaving only a pitiful tail, which I can't catch.

Probably because summer is coming soon, the temperature is gradually rising, and Chi Yan can finally wear only two layers of clothes. The things in the box that Kleist and the others brought back, especially the gold and silver, have all melted, making people Brought to the sanctuary.

Both taxes must be handed over to the Holy Court. As for whether the Holy Court will give the other to the royal family, no one knows.

But Chi Yan guessed that he still had to give it, but it must be the reduced weight.

Although Chi Yan stayed in the Holy Court for a period of time, he also believed that most of the people who worked in the Holy Court sincerely believed in the Holy Spirit, not for their own interests, but a belief has become such a terrifying behemoth now, saying that there is no exhaustion in the future. Chi Yan didn't believe the push of the brain.

No matter how simple he was, Chi Yan would not be so simple.

In contrast, others are simply a mess.

At least except for the steward, all the servants in the castle think that the Holy Court is a sacred place and the spokesperson of the Holy Spirit walking in the world. Ordinary people like them have to obey the meaning of the Holy Court, because the Holy Court represents the Holy Spirit.

That's why the butler is so special.

The housekeeper once said to Chi Yan: "The poor believe in the Holy Spirit."

There is no way for the poor to change their situation, so they can only pin their hopes on the illusory Holy Spirit, expecting to be reborn as a nobleman in their next life.

"Some nobles believe it, and some don't."

Although on the surface they have to show awe and worship of the Holy Spirit, but what they think in private, others don't know.

"I heard that the fifth brother's brother wants to re-establish a new Protestantism."

After listening to the butler, Chi Yan inevitably thought of ancient China. Among the myth systems of other countries, only China was the most chaotic, because Chinese myths were adapted. At the beginning, the gods in the myths were gods, including commanders. The Yellow Emperor of all things, and the five hundred gods under his seat, the prototype of Nuwa is also among the five hundred gods.

Later, the kingship rose, and in order to consolidate the kingship, there were many stories of mortals becoming gods.

And the king, the emperor, is also a god, and this is how the real dragon emperor came.

Combining the ruler with theocracy created a unique supreme god on earth.

It is also said that these stories about the unity of man and god were compiled by Confucius with his students-the facts are no longer testable. Whether it is true or not, it is estimated that someone will develop a time-traveling machine and travel back to have a look.

Therefore, China does not have a strict mythology system, and there are different evolutions in different regions. Even the most widely circulated list of gods can only be regarded as relatively crude mythological colleagues.

The most intuitive example is Nuwa. At first, Nuwa was the five hundred gods, then she became a human race, and then she became a demon race. There have been many evolutions, and no one knows which one is the orthodox.

In this comparison, the Chinese ruling class is still smarter. It has concentrated imperial power and divine power together from the very beginning, so that the two powers will not become separated, but there are also situations where the three martial arts destroy Buddha.

But now the VI is also a devout follower of the Holy Court, and he probably doesn't think there is anything wrong.

The tax was paid by the housekeeper with someone. When he went, he pulled a big cart. Besides the melted gold and silver, he also had some wheat, but the wheat was just for a scene, so he didn’t bring much. I came back with an empty car, but the Holy Court still expressed that it asked the housekeeper to bring back a wooden statue of the Holy Spirit.

Because the Holy Spirit is not a living body, so of course there is no body that only a mortal body has, and the statue is also very stream-of-consciousness.

It looks like a ball from a distance, but it looks like a bumpy ball up close.

So this thing doesn't even need a craftsman, as long as there are tools and hands, anyone can make it.

It can be seen how stingy the Holy Court is, earning so much every year, and they don't even want to do a good job.

Looking at the ball, Chi Yan felt that although it was just a ball with pits and holes that made people doubt the aesthetics of the Holy Court, it was exchanged for gold, silver and wheat!So Chi Yan asked people to put the ball in the most conspicuous place in the castle hall, so that people could see the ball smelling like money as soon as they entered.

"Don't you think that ball looks pretty after watching it for a long time?" Chi Yan asked Kleist.

Kleist really couldn't appreciate the ball, he could only say: "Since you like it so much, why don't you put it in your room?"

Chi Yan waved his hand quickly: "Forget it, I don't want to open my eyes and see such a thing every day."

After Chi Yan finished speaking, he looked at Kleist. He felt that something was wrong with Kleist recently - except for appearing in front of him at noon every day, Kleist didn't know where he went at other times.

Besides, Kleist's clothes became less and less through time travel, and Chi Yan saw him shirtless several times.

This was unimaginable before. After all, in Chi Yan's image, Kleist has always been a person who pays great attention to appearance.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Chi Yan asked Kleist tactfully.

Kleist smiled and shook his head: "No, what's the matter?"

Chi Yan couldn't explain clearly, he touched the back of his head: "I just feel that something is wrong with you, and I can't tell what's wrong."

For some reason, Chi Yan felt that Kleist's temperament had changed.

It seems... to be flamboyant.

But when Sao is used to describe people, it is not a good word, and if you say it, you are afraid of being beaten.

To put it another way - Kleist has become more attractive.

It seemed that he was releasing his hormones all the time, especially when he was shirtless. Even Chi Yan, a self-proclaimed straight little straight man, felt blushing and heart beating.

Kleist's muscles are so beautiful that Chi Yan thinks he looks like a statue that just walked out of a picture book.

Every inch seems to be carved out by the most skilled sculptor. The lines are smooth and beautiful, the muscles are lean but not exaggerated, the shoulders are wide, but the waist is very narrow. The standard inverted triangle shape does not make people feel rude.

Although Chi Yan also saw Kleist's "confessed" body when he "picked up" Kleist.

But now that he is shirtless but wearing trousers, the appearance of trying to hide it is even more attractive.

If only Kleist was a girl.

Chi Yan sighed, he must pursue Kleist!

"Why are you sighing?" Kleist stepped aside.

Chi Yan didn't even think about it, and blurted out: "If you are a woman, you must be a beautiful woman, maybe I will pursue you!"

Kleist's expression froze, then he lowered his head slightly and met Chi Yan's eyes.

"Men, can't you?"

Chi Yan suddenly stuttered, and he stretched out his hand to push Kleist away: "I'm a straight man, and, besides, if I don't find a wife or have children, who will inherit my territory?"

Why!After traveling through this once, he is also a man with a territory!

In the future, holding the child, regardless of gender, he can say to the child: "Look! This is the country your father and I worked so hard to build!"

Although the territory was allocated and not brought down by him, as a modern person without land, this is enough to make people proud.

When he was studying, Chi Yan was most envious of the students in his class with rural household registration, especially those with land.

And when he was in high school, housing prices were already very high. At that time, he still thought that if it was impossible, he would rent a house for the rest of his life. The only problem was that he couldn't find a wife.

Now that he has a house and a car, and will soon be an adult, he can put the matter of begging for a wife on the agenda.

It doesn't matter if you have a few children, male or female. Anyway, women can inherit the throne here, which means a lot.

As for how many...

Two is best, one is not too little, and having three will hurt the child's mother's body a bit.

Thinking of this incident, Chi Yan asked Kleist: "If the human race and other races have children, who will the children look like?"

Kleist never expected that Chi Yan had already thought so far. The smile on his face was restrained, and he looked serious and serious: "No nobleman would think about these things at your age."

Chi Yan: "I have nothing to do every day, I can only imagine the future."

He has nothing to do to the extreme, he feels that his life is very boring, he thinks about it every day, he is so idle, and there are no entertainment activities, so why don't he just think about it?

Kleist suddenly narrowed the distance between the two of them again, and put his knee on the chair Chi Yan was sitting on, leaning against Chi Yan's thigh.

"Since you're so free, why don't you find something to do for yourself?"

Kleist was too close, and Chi Yan could feel the heat from Kleist.

But Chi Yan still thought about it seriously: "What can I do?"

"Now you have weapons and manpower." Kleist's voice was very low, like the whisper of a devil, "Why don't you let them destroy the bandits nearby? That way you can have more people without spending money, and to ensure your own safety.”

This opened up a new way of thinking for Chi Yan!

It never occurred to him that he could do that!

Chi Yan stood up: "You are right! While protecting yourself, you should also eliminate threats around you!"

but……

Chi Yan sighed again: "There is no suitable leader!"

Albert and Carl didn't know what to eat recently, they ate badly, and they were as sluggish as frost-beaten eggplants every day, let them lead the team?Chi Yan was worried that the two of them would die as soon as they walked out of the territory.

At this time, Kleist suddenly said: "Let me lead the team, how about it?"

Chi Yan is not worried about Kleist's force value, but force value is not the most important thing related to war.

What matters is command ability.

Chi Yan: "...Are you confident?"

Krystal smiled at him.

Chi Yan, who couldn't resist Kleist's smiling attack, sighed: "The person who went with you, do you have any ideas?"

Kleist: "Of course."

Since the demons are all ready to move at the end of spring, it seems like a good choice to go out and rob robbers.

At least when they learned that the king was going to lead them out to hunt and kill robbers, the demons became more and more fierce and aggressive.

They also got new weapons. Chi Yan knew a lot about cold weapons. After drawing the blueprints, although the build was not perfect, it was definitely not bad. There were all swords, guns, swords and halberds.

But such as the Meteor Hammer, which requires a lot of pig iron to make, and it is difficult to make a sharp protruding "shooting star", Chi Yan didn't let the blacksmiths make it.

Yes, those slaves who forged weapons are now blacksmiths.

And Chi Yan listed a new reward mechanism.

No matter how many weapons are built and the quality of the weapons passes the test, the land can be distributed, and no rent will be collected within a year.

Cloth will also be rewarded, and if he can't find someone to make clothes for him, he can also make ready-made clothes.

The big-nosed demons snatched a long knife. This knife was forged by the best blacksmith. There was no damage at all. The blade was smooth and smooth, and it shone coldly in the sun. sharp.

With a light swipe on the hand, a bloody mouth can be drawn.

Big Nose screamed excitedly.

For the demons, there is nothing more enjoyable than a sharp weapon.

"It's better to follow the king."

"We didn't see these things when we were back home!"

They now occasionally talk to other people in the territory, knowing that for many people, the place where they were originally is their hometown.

But they don't have the idea of ​​returning to their roots - since they have come out of the abyss, unless they take the wrong medicine, they will never go back, and whoever goes back will be brain-dead.

On the morning of the second day after the weapons were distributed, Kleist left with his men before dawn.

This made Albert and Carl sour.

"My lord, that boy Kleist just shot a wild boar once!" Albert's eyes were almost red, he felt that if he was allowed to go, he could do better than Kleist and eliminate the robbers. What an honor, what an honor!

Carl also looked jealous, but it wasn't as obvious as what Albert said. He just whispered: "Hunting and hunting down robbers are two different things."

Although Kleist could kill a wild boar by himself, it didn't mean they would be convinced by Kleist.

They whispered in Chi Yan's ear, and Chi Yan could only say helplessly: "If he doesn't perform well this time, then next time it will be the two of you, okay? And it's not because you are not allowed to go this time." You are not capable enough, but you yourself have eaten your stomach, so who can blame this?"

Albert's stomach rang just at this time.

"I...I want to go out..."

Chi Yan sighed and waved his hands: "Go."

Carl is fine, he doesn't know what he and Albert ate wrongly, after all, they always eat together, unlucky and unlucky.

"My lord, Kleist is not a human race after all." Carl whispered his conspiracy theory to Chi Yan after confirming that there was no one around, "As long as you are not a human race, you will definitely not really think about you!"

Unexpectedly, there is also a popular saying that people who are not of my race must have different hearts.

Chi Yan sighed: "I know you want to go out too, I will remember, next time I will definitely let you take people out, so don't say such things again, it will affect the unity."

Karl does know the meaning of unity, but he just doesn't quite understand what it means to unite other races.

In his opinion, the human race is the most important, and other races are either slaves or commoners, and there will never be nobles or knights.

For races other than the human race, there are very few chances of becoming commoners, unless they please the nobles, and the nobles turn them into commoners, but the chances are so small that they can be ignored.

In a large city, if there are more than a dozen civilians of other races, that is already a lot.

So Karl opened his big eyes and looked at Chi Yan suspiciously.

Chi Yan couldn't explain it clearly to him. For people like Karl who were born in the upper class, Chi Yan's reasoning was completely unreasonable to me, and it didn't make sense. Chi Yan explained a few sentences and found that Karl was that Looking confused, he simply stopped talking.

"Since you have nothing to do, take people to hunt!"

Anyway, there are a lot of prey in the woods at this time.

Chi Yan: "But don't go too deep, don't come back if you die alone!"

Only then did Carl have a smile on his face, and he quickly reassured: "Don't worry, my lord, I will definitely get the most and the best gifts, and bring back a wild boar for you!"

Chi Yan nodded solemnly: "Okay, you go."

After Carl left, Chi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and his ears finally became quiet.

At this time, Kleist was walking in the woods with people. The demons live in the dark abyss where the sun cannot be seen and the five claws cannot be reached. Therefore, their five senses are keen. They can hear sounds farther than other races, and they can also Can smell more.

Therefore, as long as there is any disturbance nearby, they cannot escape their ears and noses.

Except for Kleist, all the demons have already taken off their animal skin skirts on the way here, and walked in the sun without any pretense. The human race can't take it anymore.

When they heard footsteps in the distance, all the demons showed excited and bloodthirsty expressions.

They lowered their bodies and moved quickly in the grass, but they could not make a sound.

The big-nosed demon rushed to the front. He held the long knife and grinned, revealing two overly sharp canine teeth.

Kleist walked at the back, his steps were slow, as if he was strolling in his own lake garden.

It was like running a group of ruthless barbarians drinking blood in front, while a well-dressed, reserved and elegant nobleman walked behind.

-

Bill is a very cautious person. Since he "came out" to make a living, he has avoided many dangers because of his caution.

He was born a commoner, but soon became a pauper, his parents died of starvation, his brother died on the way out to find food, and then he was left alone in the family.

He couldn't find a job, couldn't earn enough money or food to fill his stomach. When he went quietly to the forest to pick wild vegetables, he met a group of robbers and was caught by them. A member of the gang of bandits.

At first he didn't dare to rob or kill, and was beaten by other robbers every day.

Later...he finally killed someone, and finally stopped being beaten.

Later, he became the one who killed the most people!

After the death of the leader, he became the leader.

Now Bill is doing well, he can eat well, even after robbing a village, he can sleep with women, he no longer finds it difficult to kill people, and he doesn't think it's helpful to wield a butcher's knife against ordinary civilians How cruel.

Killing so many people, he didn't even feel that he was killing, but hunting, and those people were all his prey.

Even sometimes, he still thinks about it.

If he had more men and the bandits had sharper weapons, would he be able to seize the nobles' territory?

Is it possible to get more and better things.

Can even marry a noble woman and give birth to many children?

Yesterday, they just finished looting a small village. They killed all the men in that village, insulted the women there, and killed the women when they left. Can afford a weapon.

The cubs raised by themselves are more obedient. They have killed people since they were young, and they won't be afraid when they grow up.

It is better than absorbing civilians.

They robbed all the valuable and edible things in the village. On the way back to their residence, Bill was riding a horse-this was a horse he had snatched from a nobleman, and only this one, and only he, the leader, could ride.

The little dolls still remember their parents, and they are still full of hatred. They are surrounded by robbers, and if anyone falls behind, they will be beaten severely.

They were still sleeping at home two days ago, sleeping in their mother's arms. They heard from their parents that this autumn's harvest must be good, they would pay the taxes to the lord, and let the family eat a few full meals with their stomachs open.

But before the parents finished speaking, these robbers kicked open the wooden door of the house, tortured and killed their father in front of them, and insulted their mother.

The little children walked with difficulty, and now they were so weak that they could not even escape.

Let alone revenge.

Bill triumphantly said to his subordinates: "In a few days, let's find a town that is bigger than a village, with more food and money than the village, and even the women are more beautiful than the village,"

The subordinates flattered: "The leader is still thoughtful! Those women in the village are really not good! It would be great if I could snatch a noble woman back!"

Another subordinate smiled and said, "Aristocratic men are also fine. I heard that some male nobles have smoother skin than women, and they can withstand it better than women."

When they talked about the events of the past few days, they still couldn't get enough of it: "I should bring out a few women instead of killing them all."

"Just remember it next time."

Just as they were walking back leisurely, someone suddenly yelled, and a bloody smell suddenly permeated the air.

But before they could react, Bill had just dismounted when he was thrown to the ground by someone who jumped out of the grass.

Bill's eyes widened in horror.

The other party had a strange face, a face that did not belong to any race.

There were actually four eyes, and each eye was glowing with a coquettish green light. The opponent's strength was so strong that he was firmly pressed to the ground, unable to move.

At this moment, Bill's mind went blank, and he couldn't think of resisting anymore.

He shouted at the moment the other party opened his mouth: "I have food! I also have cloth and gold! Let me go! Those things are all yours! I am no longer the lord! I will be your subordinate! Don't kill me! Please!" You! Don't kill me!"

Many people have said the same thing to him.

"Please, don't kill me, my child is still young."

"I am the only young man in our family, don't kill me, I still have to take care of my parents."

But at that time, he turned a deaf ear.

Does the hunter care how poor the prey is?

Just like now, the other party turned a deaf ear to him.

Before he lost consciousness, he could only see the other party's wide open mouth, which was covered with fine fangs. He could see the other party's scarlet tongue, and smell the stench from the other party's mouth.

Then--

There's no after that.