Succubus' Manor

This castle is very big, but it is definitely not luxurious. Like Chi Yan's castle, it is built of stones. If there is anything better than Chi Yan's castle, it is that there are more decorations. The walls of the corridor The paintings on wooden boards made of drawing paper have faded over the years and are no longer bright.

Benedict is a warm-hearted person. Whatever he says, he wants Chi Yan to meet his mother.

"This...isn't it necessary?" Chi Yan politely refused, "That's your elder, I should pay her a more formal visit."

Benedict smiled and said, "It's nothing, she is very talkative and likes to meet new people."

Newcomers refer to those who come to the banquet for the first time.

When Benedict spoke, he didn't look at Kleist, and seemed to ignore Kleist completely.

There was no such person in his eyes.

Kleist was very indifferent from the beginning to the end. He stood in front of Chi Yan and acted as a shield to protect this role.

Chi Yan looked at Benedict's hospitable expression and thought silently: You forced me to do this!

Benedict opened the door in front of him.

After the door was opened, there was a scent, accompanied by a gust of hot wind.

After Benedict turned sideways, Chi Yan could see the true content of the room.

This is a very luxurious room with a fur carpet on the floor. The room is not big, but the furnishings are full of money. The candlesticks on the table are made of gold, and on the bench, reclined A woman of breathtaking beauty.

She was only wearing a single dress, her chest was wide open, and she didn't seem to care about the leak of spring.

A head of hot and bright red hair is still naturally curly, and grows to the waist, like smooth satin.

She was looking at the door with those amber eyes.

Her posture is not elegant, nor is her temperament noble enough.

But she is beautiful, beyond ordinary beauty, even Chi Yan, who is used to all kinds of retouched pictures in modern times, couldn't help being stunned for two seconds.

Her beauty was different from Kleist's.

An elf like Kleist is so beautiful that he doesn't have any secular taste.

And her beauty is full of worldly taste.

It is a beauty that combines passion and style.

No wonder Benedict has behaved normally since he came in, and he has not been captured by his charm at all. With such a beauty by his side, he is probably immune to beauty.

"Ma'am." Benedict didn't call the other party's mother.

This lady has no name, and her background cannot be tested. Some people say that she is a slave girl, while others say that she is a commoner. In short, where she came from and what kind of life experience she has, it is estimated that only Bendinik's dead father knows.

Because Bandinick's surname was Campbell, this lady was also called Mrs. Campbell.

Chi Yan couldn't tell her age.

She looks like she is in her 30s, mature and glamorous.

But the face is about 20 years old. People here age quickly. If they have enough food and live well, twelve or thirteen years old look like fifteen or sixteen years old.

Her figure was slender and well-proportioned, and she gave no indication that she had ever given birth to a child.

Bendinik said to Mrs. Campbell: "This is Chi Yan, who was sent down by the Holy Academy last year."

Mrs. Campbell stood up. She was wearing so thin that Chi Yan didn't dare to look directly at her. With flushed cheeks, she turned her head sideways and hid behind Kleist.

Mrs. Campbell stood up. She was not tall, maybe less than 1.6 meters, but she would not make people feel short, but rather delicate.

Chi Yan watched Mrs. Campbell walking towards him, and quickly bowed slightly: "Hello."

Mrs. Campbell, however, did not look at him, her eyes fixed on Kleist.

For some reason, Chi Yan felt that her eyes were filled with fear.

The fear was so palpable that Benedict whispered, "Ma'am, what's the matter?"

Mrs. Campbell froze for a few seconds, then said in an ethereal voice, "I want to say a few words to this...guest."

The guest she was referring to was, of course, Kleist.

Benedict didn't question anything, just smiled and said, "I'll ask the maid to bring the wine."

He obviously misunderstood.

Chi Yan looked at Kleist. If Kleist was unwilling, he would never let Kleist betray his beauty.

Although he couldn't figure it out, if Kleist really had something to do with this Mrs. Campbell, who would take advantage of whom.

But Chi Yan felt that they still had a child, and it must be very beautiful, and it must be better than the child born to Benedict and Mrs. Campbell.

Thinking of this, Chi Yan didn't know why, but felt a little weird.

If a pretty kid like Kleist called him uncle...

Chi Yan felt depressed.

Just when Chi Yan was struggling, Kleist turned his head, lowered his head and said to him, "Go for a stroll with Lord Benedict, and leave me alone."

As soon as Kleist's words fell, Chi Yan saw Chi Yan's shocked expression and looked at him with a sad face.

Chi Yan seemed to write "How can you do this?" "Why are you this kind of person?" written on his face.

Kleist almost couldn't help laughing.

Benedict didn't see the eyebrow-eye lawsuit between Chi Yan and Kleist, and he didn't think there was any harm in letting the people brought by the guests accompany his stepmother - he even let his stepmother enjoy his male lover, what's more, Not to mention that Kleist wasn't his lover yet.

So Benedict invited Chi Yan to go out with him to continue visiting.

Chi Yan: "...Okay."

When leaving, Chi Yan gave Kleist a hard look.

Fortunately, he thought Kleist liked him, but he didn't expect Kleist to be such a man full of lies!Before coming here, Kleist also said that the person he likes is a man!

A man's mouth is a deceiving ghost, Chi Yan finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

"Don't be angry." Benedict comforted Chi Yan in the corridor, "Although the elves you brought are beautiful, I don't have elves here. To compensate you, how about I give you two?"

Chi Yan is still full of what Kleist said just now, and he didn't hear what Benedict was saying.

Benedict thought Chi Yan was young and thin-skinned, so he was embarrassed, so he said, "It's just a lover, what's the big deal? When I was your age, I had a lot of lovers."

Only then did Chi Yan say, "He's not my lover."

Benedict was taken aback: "He is your servant? That's really..."

Benedict has his own way of thinking. For example, he thinks that personal servants and housekeepers are more important than lovers.

Lovers can be changed at any time, but personal servants and butlers cannot be changed at any time. Only a good servant and butler can make him have more beautiful lovers.

So after Benedict thought that Kleist was Chi Yan's personal servant, he finally expressed his apology.

"But Madam shouldn't keep him for too long." Benedict laughed.

Chi Yan transferred some resentment: "She is your mother, and you let her find a lover so openly?"

Benedict said naturally: "This is human nature. Everyone likes beautiful people. I am like this, and so are other people. I have so many lovers. How can I make my wife give up the right to find a lover?"

At this moment, Chi Yan felt that what Benedict said made sense, but he was speechless.

Benedict smiled and said, "Come on, let me introduce you to others."

Although the banquet has not officially started, the guests have almost arrived. They are all gathered in the hall, dressed gorgeously, with wine glasses in front of them, and there are beautiful maids and male servants coming and going to serve them.

It was probably because it was still dark, so they showed normal restraint and did not touch the servants.

When Chi Yan appeared in the hall, all the invited nobles stopped and stared at him blankly.

Chi Yan was already used to this kind of gaze. He was very self-conscious and said to these nobles: "I was sent down by the Holy Academy last year, and I have been here for more than half a year."

He introduced himself: "My name is Chi Yan, and this is the voice of the Holy Spirit calling me in my sleep when I was a child."

Chi Yan said a lot, but no one listened except for Benedict. They all looked at Chi Yan obsessively, and one of them even drooled from the corner of his mouth to his chin, which was very disgraceful.

Benedict asked strangely: "Why are you so unenthusiastic?"

It's so strange that none of them speak and don't welcome newcomers.

A group of nobles came forward and greeted Chi Yan with great enthusiasm.

"You are so young, you are not yet an adult, right?"

"Is there a marriage contract?"

"Come and sit with me."

"I have a seat next to me, too."

"I have brought honey, you can taste it with me."

……

Chi Yan was quickly surrounded by the crowd. He could now calmly face such a situation, and he would not be as at a loss as when he first crossed over. He first thanked him, and then said that he would sit next to Benedict.

He doesn't want to be taken advantage of.

Especially these nobles don't look very good, and they have "kidney deficiency" on their faces.

But don't be infected by these people.

After all, close ink is black.

Benedict didn't know why, but he still smiled and said, "It's just right, I can tell you about what happened recently."

After being seated, the servant brought wine to Chi Yan.

It was the grape-flavored juice that Chi Yan drank before, and there was still fruit on the table. Since he arrived, the nobles stopped chatting, but looked at him quietly, and some people came to clink glasses with him, and then their butts He was stuck to the seat next to Chi Yan, and couldn't move away no matter what.

Benedict sighed: "You are the most popular newcomer I have ever seen."

Chi Yan: "..."

He actually heard envy from Benedict's tone.

This is probably the first person who doesn't admire him, but envies him instead?

Chi Yan didn't even know what to say.

He had dinner with a group of nobles. At the beginning of the dinner, he finally saw Kleist. Kleist was led by a maid. The maid had a round face covered with red. Xia, with her head down, looked very timid.

Kleist is acting very ordinary.

His clothes were still neat and his expression was peaceful.

For some reason, Chi Yan let go of what he had been holding on to.

Judging by Kleist's appearance, nothing should have happened to Mrs. Campbell.

Otherwise, the clothes will definitely wrinkle.

Fortunately, the dinner party had already started at this time, and the nobles were busy drinking and drinking. No one cared about Kleist, who entered the venue halfway. Although Kleist was almost stopped by a few nobles when he came, he still succeeded. Back to Chi Yan's side.

Chi Yan asked him in a low voice: "What does that lady want you for?"

Kleist's tone was ambiguous, and he said in Chi Yan's ear, "What do you think?"

Chi Yan: "..."

Excuse me!This shameless elf!

Chi Yan said sternly, "That's the Viscount's mother."

Kleist said indifferently: "It's not a relative."

Chi Yan was furious: "Did you think of this a long time ago?! Why didn't I realize that you are still a prodigal son!"

Kleist looked puzzled: "The prodigal son?"

Chi Yan was heartbroken: "It's a dissolute person like you!"

Kleist finally couldn't help laughing out loud: "What do you think happened to me and her?"

Chi Yan: "It's not what you said..."

No, Kleist didn't seem to say anything, but just asked "What do you think?" Was he joking?Is it too much?

Chi Yan turned his head angrily and ignored Kleist.

Instead, Benedict saw that Kleist was back, and asked with a sense of ownership: "How are you getting along with Madam?"

Kleist nodded with a smile: "Madam is easy to get along with."

Benedict sighed: "I'm always busy, I don't have time to spend with Madam, I'm very happy that you can make Madam happy, you can stay with me, don't worry about anything else, I will treat you like a brother of."

Chi Yan was dumbfounded.

Pimping a stepmother to such an extent is not something that can be summed up in a sentence of filial piety.

And it's okay to be a filial son.

Could it be that the butler got it wrong?In fact, Benedict and his stepmother have a pure mother-child relationship?

Otherwise, he really couldn't find any rationale for Benedict's behavior.

Kleist smiled and said, "That's unnecessary, I don't think Madam would want to watch me every day."

Benedict froze for a moment: "That's right, she's always like this."

He was a little angry: "Before she said that she liked Viscount Bender's lover, I managed to change that lover from Viscount Bender and spent a lot of money, but that lover stayed by her side for three days God, she drove people away."

"Spent such a large sum of money." Benedict was very dissatisfied. His property had shrunk a lot. I love my son very much.

In order to prevent his son from becoming a poor guy who is not valued by his father like him, he only has one son, and he will take it with him except on the day of the party.

Benedict sighed again. He always sighed when he mentioned Mrs. Campbell tonight.

Kleist poured wine for Chi Yan with a smile.

Chi Yan looked at Kleist's movements of pouring wine, looked at the other's fingers, and felt that only Kleist could pour wine so gracefully and beautifully.

The gathering that Chi Yan thought was - a group of people eating and drinking, chatting about current affairs, and then served by beautiful brothers and sisters, at least it should be like this during a banquet, if there are other needs, it should be at night.

As a result, Chi Yan went out to use the restroom, and when he came back to look, he couldn't bear to watch.

Even Benedict, who he thought was the most decent, was now immersed in the arms of the beauty, with disheveled clothes.

Other nobles had started primitive movements.

It caused great psychological harm to Chi Yan, a little virgin.

If the films on the hard drive are considered rough, then these people have no sense of beauty at all, like beasts.

Just when Chi Yan was shocked and didn't know what to do or where to go, someone behind him suddenly put an arm around his shoulder.

Before Chi Yan could resist, he was hugged by the other party to the corridor next to him.

When holding a banquet, except for those specially selected servants—that is, beauties, other servants are not allowed to approach here, probably because the nobles still want to show face?

"Save..." Before the second one could be said, Chi Yan realized that the person hugging him was Kleist.

Now the posture of the two is very ambiguous.

His back was against the wall, and Kleist stood in front of him, his hands still on the other's chest.

Hmm... Kleist's chest muscles are very flexible, not as hard as Chi Yan imagined, but not as soft as fat.

It's just the right amount of pliability, it's perfect for a roast, and it must be delicious.

Chi Yan thought divergently with a confused face, wondering if Kleist could still hunt wild boars after he went back, he wanted to eat pork.

Kleist noticed Chi Yan's distraction, he put one arm around Chi Yan's waist, and propped one hand on the wall.

He looked down at Chi Yan who was trapped in his arms, and asked helplessly, "What are you thinking?"

Chi Yan said honestly, "Your chest muscles are very good."

Kleist was about to laugh.

Chi Yan said again: "I want to eat pork."

Kleist: "..."

After the divergence was over, Chi Yan suddenly said, "They are too scary!"

Because there was only one wall between them, he could still hear the voices of those nobles, which really polluted his pure ears.

It would be nice if there was some beauty, but there is no beauty, and it makes people feel disgusting.

It almost cast a psychological shadow on Chi Yan.

He also didn't realize that the posture between himself and Kleist was very ambiguous now, so he asked himself: "What's the matter with you and Mrs. Campbell? What are you doing?"

A smile appeared on Kleist's face. He thought Chi Yan didn't care about it at all.

"It's nothing." Kleist said, "She's from the same place as me."

Chi Yan was surprised: "My fellow countryman? Then why isn't she an elf?"

The ears are not pointy at all.

Kleist: "She just came from the same place as me, and she is not of the same race."

Chi Yan blinked: "I thought elves were very exclusive."

The elves are indeed very xenophobic, and they have almost no intersection with foreigners.

Kleist remembered Mrs. Campbell's original form, and the smile on his face became deeper. Who would have thought that a beautiful and petite noble lady turned out to be a long snake with tumors all over her body, and the child she gave birth to would also It's just the little demons they found.

It turned out that not all the demons lived under the abyss.

When the demons were banished to the bottom of the abyss, a small part of the demons remained above.

They hide themselves, disguise themselves.

For example, Mrs. Campbell, she turned into a Viscountess by relying on her beautiful appearance. Even Benedict, a cheap son, was held in her hands. The real ruler of this territory and this city was actually her.

"No wonder you chatted for so long." Chi Yan understood now, if a Chinese, even an ancient one, appeared at this time, he felt that he could chat with him for two days and two nights.

Kleist smiled and said, "She said that we can ask her for anything we need in the future."

Chi Yan: "...Even though she's a fellow townsman, that's too generous? Does she...have a crush on you?"

Chi Yan thought it was weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Are you going to be Viscount Benedict's stepfather?" Chi Yan shuddered.

Kleist: "Why do you think that? Because of her generosity?"

Chi Yan said in a low voice, "Yeah, just like me. If I make such a promise generously, it must be because I have taken a fancy to the other party."

When he was in kindergarten, he always gave flowers to the female teacher, because he thought the female teacher was the most beautiful, and he liked her very much.

But that kind of feeling can't be regarded as "fancy", because he was too young at that time, maybe he was still wearing crotch pants.

But I don't see him giving flowers to female students in the same class.

Therefore, Chi Yan firmly believes that unless he has a good impression of the other party, it is absolutely impossible to be so generous.

When he was in school, he also had a female friend. When the other party asked him to borrow 100 yuan, he had to think about it for a long time!

Kleist suddenly lowered his voice. His voice was hoarse and full of magnetism. Heat sprayed on Chi Yan's ears. He asked softly, "Did I ever refuse any of your requests?"

Chi Yan's ears turned red instantly, and he finally realized belatedly - the postures of himself and Kleist were very discordant!

It's just too ambiguous.

Especially this posture made him feel even shorter.

"You, you..." Chi Yan said "you" for a long time, but there was no reason for "you".

In the end, he finally couldn't help but growled: "I've wanted to ask you for a long time! What do you mean? Have you taken a fancy to me?!"

After asking, Chi Yanyu covered his face with his hands in shame.

It's over, the question came out, if Kleist said no, it would be embarrassing, and he was too self-righteous and self-indulgent.

But if Kleist said yes, how should he answer?

Say "thank you" or something else?

Chi Yan subconsciously didn't consider the answer "I'm sorry".

Kleist's astonished expression was fleeting. He thought that Chi Yan hadn't noticed it all this time, just like a snail, inside his shell, he wouldn't move without poking hard.

"What do you want me to mean?" Kleist's voice was as gentle as water.

Never been so gentle.

It seemed that even a piece of solid ice should melt on the tip of his tongue.

Tenderness and sweetness, like gentle sea water, instantly wrapped Chi Yan in it.

Chi Yan remained motionless, turning into a red shrimp, wishing he could curl himself up so that Kleist would not see him at all.

His face was flushed, and he was full of sad thoughts.

His only friend also fell.

ah!This damn charm!