Succubus' Manor

There was an ice basin in the room, and Chi Yan sat beside the ice basin, feeling cool and comfortable. At the same time, he felt that he had developed lazy muscles. If he continued like this, he might become more and more lazy, which is not a good sign.

Especially in a different world where no one would discipline him, not to mention Kleist, but the servants and stewards in the castle, I sincerely hope that he can enjoy himself like other nobles.

"It can't go on like this." Chi Yan thought to himself, and at the same time decided to find something for himself to do.

The card tuo in the field is growing well, the wheat is also swaying in the wind, and mole crickets and cotton aphids are growing in the cotton field. Many people go to catch the insects every day and control the pests. Unfortunately, there is no professional manpower. Pesticides are very important for Chi Yan. There is a gap in knowledge, so it can only consume manpower, and it is not known how much cotton will be harvested in the end.

As for the lotus root, it has already grown leaves and buds, and there are no pests. It is estimated that there will be a good harvest.

Apart from the things in the field, it is about the territory - the clay is still air-drying, and it will take half a year to dry in the air and dry in the shade to make clay bricks. I can't rush, I can only wait for time to pass slowly, and it is estimated that such a large project as building a city wall Construction will not start until next year, and it will take a long time to fire the clay bricks.

Nowadays, many big cities do not have city walls, and there is no brick-burning technology. Even castles need to be built with stones, just like repairing the Great Wall, all rely on manpower. No matter how many there are, it is difficult to build them in a short time.

What's more, the lords from all over the world almost didn't care about it. They only thought that their castle was built of stone, which was a fortress and barrier to protect them. It was safe enough. As for building the city wall?It was simply full.

But it's not that the lord has never repaired it, but it is too time-consuming and labor-intensive, and there are not enough slaves. Recruiting civilians?The civilians fled when they heard that the city wall was going to be built. They would rather leave their homes than die in the heavy construction work.

Therefore, most of the city walls were just started, and soon fell by the wayside.

A small territory also has its advantages. As long as the bricks are burned, it is not too difficult to repair the city wall, otherwise Chi Yan would really not consider repairing the city wall.

Chi Yan dug out his notes. These notes were written when he had nothing to do. When he thought about it, it was very irregular. He read it over and over again, and finally decided to find an easier job for himself. Let yourself move your muscles and bones, lest he will be paralyzed on the bed in another half a year.

"Let the dwarves get this out." Chi Yan handed the blueprint to Kadi.

The drawing shows a hand-operated rolling mill. The rocker controls the rotation of the blades. The distance between the blades has to be carefully measured to be equal in size.

But the construction is not too difficult, not a difficult job for dwarves.

Kadi didn't ask too much, he is much more stable now, like a copy of the butler, but too serious, after all, the old butler still has a lively time, but Chi Yan didn't say anything, Kadi is also loyal, After a long time, it should not be so serious and tense.

When Chi Yan was appointed as a study committee member by the class teacher, it was very strange at the beginning. After all, it was the first time to be an official, and the new official took three positions, and he was still very conscientious. Said to the students: "Ask me if you don't understand, and I will explain it to you."

Later, Chi Yan discovered that the teacher could not explain the questions to this group of people who had forgotten their eyes, and it was even more impossible for him to explain them clearly.

Coupled with being addicted to a new game, and then quickly dismissed by the old class, he became an ordinary person again.

When people first get a new identity, they always want to do better than before, or even change their appearance and become a new person.

When Chi Yan was promoted to junior high school, he imagined that he wanted to be a cold and cold male god in high school, but it was a pity that he failed in less than a week.

Cardi is like this now. He is trying his best to make achievements. He wants Chi Yan to trust him and rely on him. He also wants the housekeeper to look at him with admiration. He has made a fool of himself, but he is not annoying, so Chi Yan will just let him go. went.

The dwarves worked overtime and quickly got the mill out, and Chi Yan asked the servant to prepare a room for himself, as well as some selected wheat.

What was sent to Chi Yan was the wheat that had been sifted, the dust and stones were removed, and the grains were neat and even.

Spreading it on the table, you can still smell the aroma of wheat—although the aroma of wheat is probably Chi Yan's psychological effect.

"What are you going to do?" Kleist asked standing aside.

Chi Yan put the wheat into the hand-operated rolling mill, and said while shaking it, "Make wheat koji. Only with wheat koji can we use wheat koji to make wine."

Both wheat and barley can make wine, but Chi Yan's territory is only wheat, so he can only brew wheat wine.

And Chi Yan is not going to brew beer, the beer has a low alcohol content, and he plans to distill it after brewing wine, so that the distilled wine can have more than [-]% alcohol.

And Chi Yan is also going to try to make medical alcohol. Like ordinary wine, medical alcohol is brewed from starchy plants, but the temperature of distillation is lower than that of wine, and the number of times of distillation is more than that of wine, and it is not like ordinary wine. You can drink it in your stomach like wine.

In the past, Chi Yan didn't have that condition, but now that he has it, of course he must find a way to provide more protection for his territory.

It's just a question of how far to distill and how to distinguish the degree, but Chi Yan is going to take a step at a time, and can't just do nothing because of looking forward and backward.

Kleist really wants to help - he has no interest in these things, he just doesn't want to see Chi Yan suffer.

But Chi Yan shook his hand and refused, "Let me do it myself, I'm almost too busy!"

Chi Yan felt that as soon as people were free, they would think about things, and what they thought was useless.

Only when there is something to do, can people consider what is in front of them and focus on the present moment.

Kleist was not angry when Chi Yan rejected him, and just stood by and watched.

"If you need me to do anything, just say it." Kleist looked at Chi Yan's shaking arm, and felt that Chi Yan might not be able to lift his arm tomorrow.

After all, Chi Yan doesn't move often. For a long time, the farthest way he has traveled is to walk around the territory.

Chi Yan raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Okay."

After the short question and answer, Chi Yan began to concentrate on rolling the wheat. When the size of the wheat was as he expected and there was not much fine powder, Chi Yan stopped.

He poured the cooled water into a wooden basin filled with broken wheat, and stirred the water and broken wheat in a ratio of one to three. .

Chi Yan couldn't do it after stirring for a while, his hands were sore, his arms were sore, in short, his whole body felt sore.

So he instantly forgot what he had sworn to say just now, and turned to look at Kleist.

Kleist smiled at him, as if anticipating this moment.

Chi Yan acted coquettishly in a low voice: "My hands are tired..."

He acted like a baby very naturally, just like he used to act like a baby to his parents when he was at home.

Every time he used the great method of acting like a baby, his parents would eventually agree to his request and couldn't stand his perverted entanglement. However, as he got older, he acted like a baby less often, and once in a while, it was also for pocket money.

Kleist stood there, stunned for two seconds, then smiled helplessly and dotingly: "I'm going to wash my hands."

Chi Yan asked the people in the territory to wash their hands before and after eating, and the people in the kitchen also had to wash their hands before and after cooking. Because he said one thing in his territory, people gradually developed the habit.

After washing his hands and forearms, Kleist took over Chi Yan's job.

Chi Yan squatted next to the wooden basin, watching Kleist stir the mixture of bulgur and water, Chi Yan now felt that he should really smell the aroma of wheat.

"Actually, I've never seen wheat before I came here." Chi Yan suddenly talked about the past.

When he said it himself, he felt as if he had seen a wheat field, but he had never seen the harvested wheat.

After all, the staple food is rice, and the only wheat products at home are flour, which is finely ground and white flour, with no trace of native wheat.

Kleist only thought that what Chi Yan said was that he had only seen bread made of wheat when he was in the Holy Court, but he had never seen wheat or wheat grains.

Chi Yan followed Kleist's hand with blank eyes, and he continued: "My mother used to say that I am forgetful, if I live alone, I will definitely live like a dog."

In the end, his mother was not right, he came here and did not live himself like a dog.

In the first two years since he came here, Chi Yan looked forward to returning home every day after waking up, and seeing his parents' faces when he opened his eyes. Everything was just a dream of his.

He couldn't get used to the food here, and he couldn't get used to the life in the Holy Court. He was terrified every day, worried that he would be found out that he was not from this world, and he would be burned to death as a demon or ghost, or hanged to death.

And the people here are too enthusiastic, everyone who sees him wants to do something indescribable to him.

Chi Yan lived in fear, like walking on thin ice, but he didn't want to act like a coward, so he always lived his life with a joking attitude.

Until now, after being taken care of by Kleist and the housekeeper for a long time, Chi Yan found the long-lost sense of security, and the little boy hidden in his heart finally nodded tremblingly.

It was the first time Kleist heard Chi Yan mentioning his parents, and he didn't speak, and his hands didn't stop, but his expression was very gentle, and he was a very considerate listener.

Chi Yan: "My dad always wanted me to go to a normal school and become a teacher after graduation."

Chi Yan babbled, regardless of whether Kleist could understand or not: "I don't really want to be a teacher. It's too tiring to be a good teacher, and I'm sorry for my conscience to be a bad teacher."

Chi Yan: "My mother wants me to take the civil service exam in the future. Just like the teacher, I will have a solid job and a stable job."

In the eyes of parents, stability is the biggest advantage.

Just when Kleist was about to ask carefully, Chi Yan suddenly shouted: "Okay, okay!"

Then he stretched out his arms and took the wooden basin away.

Kleist: "..."

Chi Yan took out the wooden frame mold that the dwarves had sawn, because there was no plastic wrap, so he could only use a clean and fine linen cloth underneath, put the shattered wheat into it, and then put a wooden board on top , press down hard.

Some water will be pressed out, and the shattered wheat will be pressed into a square shape. After the shape is set, the wooden frame will be brought to press down a piece.

Chi Yan has no strength now, and of course Kleist took over the job of crushing wheat.

Kleist is stronger and faster than Chi Yan.

These pressed "wheat koji" should be allowed to stand at room temperature for 10 minutes.

Kleist was finally able to ask questions.

"What is a civil servant?" Kleist asked naturally.

Chi Yan's answer was also very natural: "It's an official, but it's not a high-ranking official, or a small official below. There are many things and low salary. If you want to be promoted, you have to work through your qualifications."

Kleist nodded, understood a little, and then asked, "Why are you called a civil servant?"

The old god Chi Yan said: "The world is a public, and people who manage affairs for the public."

Kleist: "..."

He felt that he might have been in the human world for too short a time, and he didn't know enough about the human race.

Kleist asked again: "What is a teacher?"

Chi Yan: "A school that specializes in teaching teachers."

Kleist now felt that he was very ignorant, not considered a well-informed person.

But he didn't continue to ask about Chi Yan's parents. When Chi Yan came here, there were only two knights escorting him, and he never mentioned his parents. Either his parents didn't want him, or his parents died.

No matter which one is asked, it will expose Chi Yan's scars.

His Majesty the Demon King, who felt that he understood the emotions of the human race very well, closed his mouth considerately.

Chi Yan suddenly asked: "What is it like under the abyss? If there is light?"

These words brought back memories of Kleist.

There is no fire under the abyss. Because it is extremely deep, natural light is also eliminated. It is so dark that you can't stretch your fingers. In the extreme darkness, only sounds can be heard, and every sound becomes extremely clear, the sound of breathing, the sound of water droplets Sounds, roars, bites.

The sound is endless.

The last time Kleist went back, he brought kindling with him.

When countless torches were lit under the abyss, Kleist really saw for the first time what it looked like under the abyss that had sealed the demons for thousands of years.

——a piece of scorched earth.

There is also mottled red, which is the blood stains accumulated over time, layer after layer of imprints, broken stones and broken bones everywhere, and the demons standing under his feet, even if they are ugly and weird, have a pair of blood stains. Exactly the same, confused eyes.

After fighting each other for a long time, the hatred seems to be gradually annihilated. Austin has become a legend. There is no scum left of their enemies, and they can't even find a target for revenge.

So fighting has become something that must be done to survive.

When Kleist told them to leave the abyss, none of the demons were happy or ambitious to occupy the world above the abyss.

Kleist saw only fear in their eyes.

Not afraid of the danger above the abyss, but the world above the abyss.

People are still people, but they have become monsters, and their shelter is under the abyss.

After being a monster for a long time, seeing the light of day again, and becoming a human again, it seems that it is no longer something they can do.

The demons had once been glorious. In the most glorious period, the demons occupied all the fertile land. Except for the demons, other races were slaves and servants of the demons. For hundreds of years, the demons were all Is the only master of this continent.

However, other races finally chose to resist in the years of oppression, and the human race once again occupied a place. After the death of an unknown number of human races and demons, they became separated and did not communicate or communicate.

The arrival of Austin, in the eyes of the demons at the time, may be another way to go.

A multi-racial mixed-blood demon king is also a human king. He should be able to fuse these races together to create a new world, so the demons lowered their heads and are willing to coexist peacefully with the human race.

No one could have imagined that the Emperor Austin, whom they placed high hopes on and followed loyally, was the one who swung the last knife to cut off the demon's head.

However, under the abyss, I don't know how many generations later, the demons can only find the less successful glory of the demons from the remaining stories.

But the story is too old, and there is no way to verify it. Demons sometimes give birth—maybe the stories are all false. We were born in this ghost place. Who can tell clearly what happened 1000 years ago?idea.

Some of them no longer want to leave the abyss.

Under the abyss is the world they are familiar with. The strong survive, as long as their teeth are sharp enough and their claws are sharp enough, they can survive and become the overlord of one party. But after leaving the abyss, who knows what the hell looks like above?

It's just that Kleist wants to take them, and they can't refuse that's all.

It's just that Kleist won't bring back the truly vicious Demon Race.

The demons brought back these two times belonged to the relatively stupid and naive demons.

Before the demons were exiled and Austin appeared, there were many demon kings. Their goal was the same, to kill all the human races and make the demons the only race in this land, but they all failed.

The human goblin dwarves and the tauren seem extremely weak, and they can't beat the demons together, but they are not extinct. Instead, they are like clusters of wildfires. Even if they are sporadic, the fire seems to be extinguished, but it never stops. combustion.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the demons are also tired, and they don't want to fight forever, but also want to get some peace.

On Austin, the hopes of the demons were pinned, but Austin finally failed them, and failed all the demons looking at him.

In the eyes of his fellow clansmen, Kleist just thought calmly, even coldly: "A group of wolves have eaten raw meat for thousands of years, and they turned into sheep."

It can be seen that nothing in this world is static.

But Kleist said to Chi Yan: "It's not very beautiful. The land is black. Occasionally, there will be a few mushrooms growing in the corner, but they can't be eaten. They're all poisonous, but they're not too ugly. If you build a few houses, It should be no different from here."

Chi Yan didn't know that it was "processed and beautified" by Kleist. He thought about it, but he still couldn't come up with a reason. He looked down at the "Mai Qu" on the ground, and quickly said, "It's time! I have to take it away." The music room!"

The Qu room is also a room that Chi Yan asked his servants to tidy up a long time ago. It is not big, and the floor is covered with a layer of dry straw. However, Chi Yan does not need to do the moving work. Kadi, who is waiting at the door, brought a few servants, Transferred all the "Mai Qu" to the music room.

Chi Yan arranged the "Mai Qu" in the shape of a "D" on the ground covered with straw, and then spread some straw on the "Mai Qu" to keep warm, so as to adapt to the growth and reproduction of beneficial bacteria.

The next step is the reaction time of "Mai Qu". Generally speaking, the temperature of wheat koji starts to rise in 55 hours, and the temperature can reach [-] to [-] degrees in [-] to [-] hours. You have to go into the Qufang to have a look. If there are water droplets on the covered straw, you have to lift the straw, open the windows to ventilate, keep it dry, and get rid of moisture.

This process was also watched by Chi Yan himself.

Most of the time Kleist would also accompany him into the music room.

The music room was steaming hot, once Chi Yan entered, he would be sweating profusely from the heat - he didn't actually sweat much, he was standardly afraid of the cold and not the heat, but in the music room, the characteristic of not being afraid of the heat disappeared quickly, As soon as Chi Yan entered, he would be dizzy from the heat.

The highest temperature outside should be 35 to 25 degrees. Although it is high, people who are not too hot can’t take care of themselves. If you are indoors with an ice basin, the temperature is about 35 to [-] degrees, which is a relatively comfortable temperature.

But the temperature in the music room was fifty degrees.

Although Chi Yan wanted to give up every time he entered, he felt that he was a man, how could he give up easily because of the heat?How embarrassing to be known by others!

So he took out the perseverance of sprinting in the last month of the college entrance examination, and went to the music room regularly to see the situation of Maiqu.

Once he leaves the music room, he will hurriedly take off his shirt to wipe off his sweat, and then rush to the bathroom.

Only Kleist doesn't seem to sweat no matter how hot it is.

At night, Chi Yan lay on Kleist's body and carefully observed Kleist's pores.

The distance between the two was extremely close, Chi Yan exhaled and sprayed on Kleist's chest, Kleist lay flat, motionless, as if "end of life", until Chi Yan turned over, Kleis After moving his Adam's apple up and down, Tecai asked, "What are you looking at?"

Chi Yan: "You didn't even sweat."

Don't the demons have sweat glands?How to dissipate heat without sweat glands?

Kleist turned over and hugged Chi Yan's waist: "I don't feel hot, so I don't sweat."

Chi Yan's palm was pressed against Kleist's chest. Kleist seemed to be cold-blooded, especially in summer, his skin was icy cold, and it was very comfortable to hold, not as biting as ice.

Chi Yan hugged his whole body, and pressed his face against Kleist's chest, sighing comfortably.

Then he whimpered and said, "Kleist, what would I do if you weren't by my side."

He acted coquettishly and confidently, and he didn't feel ashamed - anyway, there were only him and Kleist in the room, and in this small world, no one could see them, so no one knew that he would be so directed at Klein Ster acted like a baby.

Kleist's lips were pressed against Chi Yan's forehead.

When he spoke, his chest vibrated slightly, his voice was low, like a whisper: "I'm always here, unless you don't want me."

As a Demon King, he never had anything, Demon Race?His responsibility to the demons comes from his blood. If you want to talk about feelings, they are really thin and almost gone, parents?His father didn't know who it was, maybe it was just an ordinary demon, his mother died long ago, and he ate up her flesh and blood.

Kleist's hand ran through Chi Yan's long hair, and the soft hair swayed along his fingertips and slipped from between his fingers.

His Majesty the Demon King lowered his head, bit the prey's lip, but relaxed his strength under the prey's whining complaints.

——Your Majesty really has no choice but to take this treasure.