Succubus' Manor

Bypassing the village in front, Andrew and a few prayer teachers walked on the ground scorched by the sun in shabby clothes with their heads bowed. Andrew took out the water bag, and the water in it was running out. When they escaped, the holy courtyard crowded It was full of people, and everyone looked forward to being able to eat, drink water, and heal their illnesses in the holy courtyard.

They also did get all the food and water out, but it didn't help.

There are too many people, and new people squeeze in every day, and the huge holy courtyard has become a hell on earth.

People began to vomit, have a fever, and talk nonsense. At first, there were only one or two people like this. Slowly, more and more people became ill. Andrew was afraid. He was a smart man, but he was not a devout believer. He was not afraid of death. people.

He suggested to the dean that they leave the holy courtyard and go to the nearby holy courtyard, and keep the food and water for the civilians.

But the dean did not agree, he wanted to stay in the holy courtyard to take care of these people.

In the end, Andrew still left with several other people who didn't want to die.

When they first came out, they were all guilty, but as time went on, the guilt was taken over by fear.

Along the way, they saw many people infected with the plague, howling, crying for help, and finally a deathly silence.

Andrew only dipped a little water with his lips, and then passed the water bag to the people around him.

In the afternoon of that day, they finally walked to the adjacent holy courtyard with their legs, but they didn't go in.

Because the entrance of this holy courtyard was already full of people who were covered with pustules, had high fever and could not move.

They went to three holy houses, each of which was the same.

In extreme desperation, Andrew finally thought of Chi Yan, and thought of that remote territory.

The place far away from the city may not have been invaded by the plague. Andrew did not ask his companions for their opinions, because they would just walk forward in a daze. He led them a long way through the woods. The water was gone. They Just dig the roots of the plants, get the living water from the roots, and chew the bark when the food is gone.

Most desperately, one of the priests developed a fever, and on the third day of the fever pustules appeared on his body.

And they get along with the prayer teacher day and night, and drink the water from the same water bag, and it is only a matter of time before they get sick.

But Andrew did not give up. They supported each other and continued to move forward.

But they became more and more silent, unable to speak two words all day long. Andrew occasionally looked up at the sky, hoping to see dark clouds and feel the rain, but every time he was disappointed, and then continued to bury his head on the road.

On the fourth day after Andrew also had pustules, they finally set foot on Chi Yan's territory.

The companion who was the first to develop pustules has lost consciousness, and the others are already too weak. They can only drag the unconscious companion along the way.

Andrew described it in a state of embarrassment. His beard covered almost his entire face, like a savage, and the others were similar. As a result, the servants did not recognize Andrew, the former holy envoy, when they checked with masks on.

But they were rescued anyway.

They were moved to a room specially designed for isolation, given medicine, wiped their faces and hands, and shaved their hair.

Because Chi Yan's territory is very remote, there are very few people who can come here. Occasionally there will be a few, and Chi Yan will take them in. In the face of natural disasters, human power is very small. Da is not poor, there is only so much he can help, and there is nothing he can do if he cannot help.

Those who were taken in were very obedient.

No one dared to be disobedient. In this world, once they were driven away, they would have no chance of surviving.

When Andrew woke up, his fever had subsided, but he still had no energy. He vaguely saw people walking around him. Those people had white masks on their faces, and someone was touching him. Forehead, and touched his...

Andrew had no strength to resist.

Even if you have the strength, you will not resist in this situation.

He has become like this, and it is estimated that only those who are truly not afraid of death would have the idea of ​​spanking his ass.

Fortunately, the opponent's hand was quickly withdrawn.

"No more burning." He heard the man who withdrew his hand say to the other.

Touching the buttocks is the method given to them by Mrs. Campbell. Once you feel that the temperature of the forehead is uncertain, you can touch the buttocks. People's buttocks are always cold.

Andrew wanted to open his mouth to speak, but he had no strength.

After a while, someone stood beside him, brought the water glass to his mouth, and fed him water.

He also fed him some mush. Although Andrew couldn't taste the taste, he could feel that the mush was not thick and it was easy to swallow.

Andrew's hair and beard were shaved before anyone recognized him.

It was soon reported to Chi Yan's ears.

"Let him come to see you after he recovers." Kleist asked Anna to serve Chi Yan another bowl of soup.

Now Chi Yan was the only one in the territory who could drink soup.

Chi Yan sighed: "I didn't expect the local holy courtyard to become like this."

And in this era, disaster relief is just empty talk, there is not so much manpower and material resources.

He used to watch movies and novels, and he always liked to see ruthless protagonists, each with copper skin and iron bones, who did not pretend to be polite to anyone, and fantasized that he was also the protagonist in it, handsome and cool, killing everyone.

However, he is not the protagonist in the film and television drama, he does not have their cold and hard heart.

He was just an ordinary person before crossing over, growing up in a harmonious and warm family, the biggest setback he encountered was short stature.

He received modern education and established the three views of modern people.

Let him go through a time with a big change in temperament, change his face and become a cruel person, the difficulty is no different than putting him back into his mother's womb to remake him.

Kleist is very calm. He is not a human race and cannot empathize with the human race. No matter how many people die in the human race, it is just a number in his eyes. He only thinks that Chi Yan grew up under the care of the human race. I am a human race, so I am affected by the affairs of the human race.

Facing Chi Yan, Kleist was always tolerant.

He felt that even if Chi Yan was soft-hearted, he was soft-hearted and very cute.

According to the date calculation, it should be autumn now, and winter will come in two months, but it is obviously still midsummer, and it seems that this year's rainy season will not come as scheduled.

In previous years, locusts and rainy seasons caused Chi Yan a lot of headaches, but this year there are no such problems.

The only problem is just the drought.

If it doesn't rain or snow this winter, you're in big trouble.

The water levels in the wells have been dropping, and they can last a year, two years on groundwater, but not much longer.

Once the groundwater level dropped to a depth that their current well drilling technology could not reach, even Chi Yan's territory would be ruined.

Although Katuo is drought-tolerant and strong in life, it does not really need water.

"If it doesn't snow in winter, we might have to move to another place." Chi Yan said after taking a sip of the soup from Anna.

Kleist: "Yeah."

Chi Yan rubbed the root of the mountain.

After confirming that Andrew had recovered, Chi Yan summoned him. This time Andrew was not as high-spirited as when he came here before. All his pride was replaced by the fatigue of the long journey and the joy of turning a corner. He was ushered in by the servants. When he was in the castle, he subconsciously lowered his posture.

When he saw Chi Yan, his excited expression was distorted, making it hard to tell whether he wanted to cry or laugh at this moment.

Chi Yan was about to say hello to him and reminisce about the past, but Andrew cried in the next second.

Like a big boy who has been wronged.

"No one cares about us." Andrew fell to his knees with a plop, covering his face with his hands, as if he was confessing, "I persuaded, I asked the dean and others to come with me, I persuaded, I really Advised."

"The dean wrote a letter to the Capital Holy Academy."

Andrew's voice was muffled, crying, and desperate.

"There is no response. So many people, so many people want to come into the Holy Court. They have no food, no water, and are sick. We cannot drive them away."

Andrew was very guilty: "I don't want to die..."

"I don't have the enlightenment of the dean, I'm not as great as him."

Chi Yan finally said, "You are not wrong."

Andrew needs to "forgive", no matter who forgives him.

"Not everyone is a great man." Chi Yan walked over and patted Andrew on the shoulder, "You are just an ordinary person, you are right."

Andrew knelt like this, hugged Chi Yan's leg, and burst into tears.

His conscience tormented him, and it was all the more painful now that he was safe and alive.

Chi Yan lay on the bed at night, buried his head in Kleist's arms, and lay on Kleist's wings. When Kleist maintained his human form, his wings could also emerge, but when he didn't have the original shape so big.

But it can still fill the entire bed.

"I hope it will snow this winter." Chi Yan hugged Kleist's waist and said with eyes closed. Kleist's waist is not thin, but it's not too thick, so it's just right for him to hug.

Kleist stroked Chi Yan's long hair.

Chi Yan's hair was shoulder-length for a long time. Although it didn't reach his waist, it grew below his shoulders.

His hair is soft and not pure black.

It feels good to the touch.

"Yes." Kleist said softly.

Chi Yan sighed: "Why am I always so unlucky?"

After a little improvement, there was a natural disaster.

Natural disasters are not often encountered.

After much deliberation, he can only come to the conclusion that he is relatively unlucky.

There is no need to plant cotton this year. Deep plowing and exposure to the sun are all right, and it is useless if it cannot be irrigated.

Chi Yan wrote letters to several nearby holy courtyards without signature, which detailed the method of making the pills, what kinds of medicinal materials are needed, how to mix them, what these medicinal materials look like, and where they are easy to find.

There are also a few pills in each letter.

He asked Renee and Bud to deliver these letters. Bud is a rather thin demon in person, but his original form is very strong-the teeth are also very good, and Renee is the most suitable candidate. Sneaking into the room of the dean of the Holy Academy when he was asleep, he put the letter on the other party's desk.

If there is a dean who is willing to use this method to save people, then the letter is not a free gift.

And in the face of life and death, the words of the Holy Court may not be so effective.

Renee and the others set off with water and food. The day of departure was still sunny. The sun did not bring comfort to people, but instead brought more fear and despair.

After Renee and the others left, Chi Yan asked the housekeeper to pick someone to learn how to make pills from Mrs. Campbell.

"Is it a witch doctor?" Abel only dared to ask in a low voice in the middle of the night.

Bert was the one next to him, and the brothers were both on the ground, and they were more sensitive to the heat than their parents.

Burt also whispered, "Who are you talking about?"

Abel swallowed: "That lady."

Bert fell silent.

The room was quiet for a long time.

"So what if she's a witch doctor?" Bert said with his eyes closed. "Are we going to report her to the Holy House?"

Abel: "...I just..."

Just a little scared, the Holy House said that the witch doctor can't save people, the witch doctor just curses the patient with witchcraft, the patient will get better because the witchcraft is not over, once the witchcraft is over, the patient will die, and the witch doctor will become stronger.

Abel had heard all kinds of legends about witch doctors since he was a child.

In their minds, witch doctors are almost like demons.

Even scarier than the demons.

Because no one knows whether the demons exist or not, but witch doctors do exist, and many witch doctors are executed every year.

It is true that many people were cured to death by witch doctors.

"Hush." ​​Burt told Abel to shut up, "Whether she is or not, it has nothing to do with us."

"Isn't Your Excellency smarter than both of us?"

Hearing this, Abel was relieved.

Yes, your Excellency is so clever that he must know whether Mrs. Campbell is a witch doctor.

Adults will protect them.

Burt said again, "What about the witch doctor, if I ask you?"

Abel: "Bert!"

Burt: "What the Holy Court said must be right? The Holy Court said that as long as we believe in the Holy Spirit devoutly, the Holy Spirit will protect us. Has the Holy Spirit protected us? Did he give us food or gave me to drink? Those polluted outside Aren’t those who suffer from the plague impious?”

Bert: "I have a broken leg, but my mind is fine."

"Do you know what is the one thing I do the most every day?"

Abel was stunned: "Sleeping? In a daze?"

Burt: "Think! It's thinking!"

Abel: "...oh."

Bert: "Don't you think it's weird?"

Abel asked in confusion, "What's so strange?"

Burt looked out the window: "Holy Court only said what we will do, but not what the Holy Spirit can do for us. We have to pay taxes every year. What is this tax used for? If the Holy Spirit is really what they say There is no need to eat or drink, so why does the Holy Spirit need our offerings? He needs us to give him the food of our own survival when we are hungry?"

Abel: "No, no, Brother Bert, the Holy Spirit will protect us, bless us, and make our land more prosperous, as long as we donate a little..."

Bert: "Not much?"

Burt: "Isn't that enough? You're in the castle, you don't know what life is like at home."

The family had nothing to eat or drink, and they had to figure out a way to pay taxes to the Holy Court and the lord.

The tax paid to the lord can at least guarantee that they have a place to live, and the lord has a knight order, so they don't have to worry about robbers living there.

But what about the sanctuary?

The Holy Court will only let them endure, telling them that all suffering is because of their sins, and only when their sins are redeemed can they get better.

Bert asked Abel, "What are we guilty of?"

Abel: "Brother, you can't be like this. Didn't you hear what the Holy Messenger said? The dean of the Holy Court is willing to take care of those who are infected with the plague, regardless of their own danger."

Burt: "Let me ask you, is the dean of the Holy Court a devout believer?"

Abel nodded: "Sure."

Burt smiled: "The Holy Spirit is not even willing to protect its most devout believers."

Abel: "Maybe it's just because the dean is not pious enough, or maybe it's because it's time for the dean to atone..."

Burt: "Come on, this kind of talk can only coax you."

Burt has never read a book, but he has his own view of the world.

"Holy Court is liars," Bert said softly, "They try to fool everyone."

Abel: "Why? They have to have a reason for what they do?"

Burt turned his head: "When the envoy first came, he was very rude to the lord, do you remember?"

Abel: "That's what I told you, Cady secretly told me."

Bert: "That's the benefit."

The benefits of being above kingship.

Burt turned over, unwilling to talk to Abel any more, he muttered to himself: "I will not be deceived."

Abel had no choice but decided to talk to his parents tomorrow and ask them to persuade Bert. Abel felt that Bert was just too scared, not really questioning the Holy House, nor really questioning the Holy Spirit.

Chi Yan was talking to Andrew, and Chi Yan wanted Andrew to guarantee that he and his companions would not preach in their territory.

Chi Yan was worried that once people believed in the Holy Spirit out of fear, people would soon stop following his command and would rather believe in the oracle spoken by the clergy.

Chi Yan didn't think that the people in the holy courtyard could really hear the words of God.

Either they imagined it, or they made it up.

Chi Yan still knew this set very well.

He played the priest when he played the game.

Regarding the oracle, let him fabricate and process it according to the situation at the time and what the believers are most concerned about.

If it is a time of peace, then those two options are repeated over and over again.

"You can't say anything about the Holy Spirit in my territory, not even about the Holy Court." Chi Yan said directly to Andrew.

At this time, Chi Yan was sitting on a single chair. This chair was probably the most luxurious furniture in the castle. It was made of stone, with patterns engraved on it, and there were hollow patterns on the back of the chair. The patterns were very drawn, but It can be vaguely seen that the carving is the scene of the legendary heaven and earth being conceived.

While Andrew stood under the steps, he could only look up at Chi Yan.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that Chi Yan was completely different from the boy he remembered.

The boy with amber gentle eyes is already a young man at this time. He has a still beautiful face, but it no longer makes people feel green. He has grown up, not only his body has grown up, but also his heart.

"My lord..." Andrew lived here for a while, and he no longer called Chi Yan directly by his name, but called Chi Yan his lord just like everyone else in the territory.

Chi Yan: "I don't care what you think, and I don't care if the Holy Court comes to trouble me, but if you want to stay here, you can't mention anything about the Holy Spirit Holy Court."

Andrew's lips were dry and his voice was difficult: "My lord, only the Holy Spirit can lead us through this disaster..."

Chi Yan felt that this sitting position was not comfortable, so he changed it.

However, in Andrew's eyes, it was Chi Yan who was impatient with his words.

Chi Yan: "Andrew, you are not stupid, you know why I asked you so."

Andrew lowered his head.

Chi Yan: "You have two choices now, listen to me and go back to persuade your companions, or don't listen to me, you take your companions and leave here together."

"There are several villages nearby. If you want to leave, you can leave now."

Andrew didn't understand: "My lord, you are also from the Holy Court..."

Chi Yan: "So I don't believe in that. Could it be possible to keep your body and mind pure by pouring dung on your body every day? Could it be that you can get peace by kneeling on the ground and holding a stone slab every day? People who die in the Holy Academy every year There are so many, but the excuses are all the same.”

Andrew: "..."

"I, will persuade them."

Chi Yan nodded: "If they insist on leaving, there is no need to keep them."

The result of Andrew going back to persuade was that, except for Andrew and another prayer teacher, the other three would rather leave than give up preaching, and because Chi Yan didn't believe in the Holy Spirit, they still said viciously when they left: "He will regret it." Yes! Because of the Holy Spirit, his territory can be free from disaster!"

"The Holy Spirit will punish him! The Holy Court will punish him too!"

"A heretic like him does not deserve the blessing of the Holy Spirit!"

In addition to Andrew, there were Kadi and several other servants among the people who saw him off. They had no faith, or they used to have it, but now they are gone. They exchanged glances after hearing the words of the three prayer teachers.

Now the prayer teachers really can't leave.

Kadi said to Chi Yan: "Sir, let them leave, they will definitely tell the people in the Holy Court."

Chi Yan looked at Kadi.

Cardi said without blushing, "It's safest to lock them up or kill them."

He felt that those prayer teachers had failed the goodwill of the adults. The adults saved them and let them survive, but they only thanked the Holy Spirit who had never blessed the believers.

That being the case, it would be best for these people to die.

Chi Yan scratched the back of his head: "I have to imagine...you go back to rest first, go to bed early, you have worked hard these days."

Cardi kept a straight face like a housekeeper: "My lord, I don't work hard, it's my honor to be able to do things for you."

Chi Yan waved his hand: "Okay, okay, go back and rest."

After Kadi left, Chi Yan sat at the desk and sighed.

He is really not good at dealing with these things, so he just wants to farm well and develop productivity, so that he can live more comfortably in this world, and also make the people here more comfortable.

"What did you say?" Chi Yan used a quill pen to repeatedly write the words Holy Court and Holy Spirit on the paper.

Kleist walked up behind him and hugged him from behind Chi Yan. Kleist bent over and said in Chi Yan's ear, "If you don't kill him, you can only keep it."

Chi Yan: "Hey!"

He didn't want to support idlers, and he didn't want to kill people.

It would be fine if he was killing the enemy, but if he ordered to kill the robbers, he wouldn't even blink his eyes.

But these people only said a few words, so killing Chi Yan couldn't accept it, but letting them go was to leave hidden dangers for themselves.

Kleist held up a strand of Chi Yan's hair: "Since you don't know what to do with them, why don't you let my people do it?"

That's right, Kleist's subordinates are all demons.

Let the demons scare them, maybe it will be fine.

Chi Yan nodded: "Then let your people go."

Kleist raised Chi Yan's chin with his hand, and slowly pressed it down.