Succubus' Manor

Andrew is sorting out teaching materials - after more than half a year of torture, he finally taught the children the pronunciation and writing of letters. For this reason, his originally thick hair gradually tended to wither, and the hairline moved further and further. Looks like a smart head.

"Do you want to go to the supermarket today?" His friend, the former prayer teacher Byron is counting the money. As a "teaching assistant", he can also receive a salary every month, not much, but not too little, living alone enough.

Andrew: "What's in the supermarket? It's not all those things."

Byron put the money in his pocket: "I heard that there is a new kind of wine in the supermarket. It's quite sour and a bit bitter. They call it vinegar."

Andrew: "Why buy that? Do you want sour?"

Byron: "I heard that adding some vinegar and soy sauce can make everything taste better."

Andrew turned his head: "No, the new ones must be expensive. I managed to save so much money."

Now Andrew's goal is to marry a wife as soon as possible. He had no chance in the Holy Court before. Now that he is not a member of the Holy Court, he wants to have his own home.

Byron: "Okay, then I'll go by myself."

After speaking, Byron turned around and left. He heard that the sale price on the first day would be lower than the subsequent ones. He bought more this time!

It's just dawn, people haven't gone to work yet, there is a long line at the entrance of the supermarket, and the dwarves also brought their own foldable wooden stools, sitting and chatting, looking very leisurely, holding a handful of dried fried rice in their hands The grass roots are very delicious to chew. Byron is very popular. When he passed by, a dwarf gave him some grass roots.

"Andrew didn't come with you?" the dwarf asked him.

Byron: "He thought it was too expensive and said he wanted to save money."

The dwarf shook his head, sighed, and said regretfully, "What a fool he is."

Byron thought so too.

"Why don't those people who came with you come out?" The dwarf has always been curious about this, but no matter how much he asked before, he didn't get anything from Andrew and Byron.

Byron didn't care much, and replied casually, "They don't like meeting people very much."

The dwarf was taken aback for a moment—what's wrong with this?

Fortunately, the door of the supermarket opened at this time, and people rushed in, but no one asked Byron this question.

Byron snatched three cans of vinegar and managed to squeeze them out. Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, he was pushed back into the supermarket again by the newcomers.

Byron: "..."

I knew I should have come later.

Should have waited until people were working.

Byron adapted well here. Originally, he didn't believe in the Holy Spirit. He stayed in the Holy Court just to make a living and have enough food to eat. Now here, even if he doesn't believe in the Holy Spirit, he can eat enough, not be cold, and have a house to live in. Occasionally, bacon and frozen fresh meat are sold in supermarkets. Although they are expensive, they can still afford it.

After such a long time, Byron almost forgot how he came here in the Holy Court before. He was lifeless. Even if the dean was a good person, the entire Holy Court would not have any vitality and no sunlight could be seen.

With three cans of vinegar in his arms, Byron went back to his room first, put the vinegar under the bed, and then walked through the territory to the house where the friends who came with him were "detained". It's not that they are idle. They were busy cutting clothes before, after all, no one would support them for nothing. Later, when the cutting work was gone, they started spinning.

Although verbally they still don't want to stay here honestly and always clamor to go back to the holy courtyard, but physically they work honestly and carefully. The thread they spun is no worse than the female workers in the spinning factory.

It's just that I don't have the sharpness in my hands and feet, and my monthly income is very limited, just enough to fill my stomach.

When Byron walked halfway, he went back the same way, went back to his room and took a dozen or so pieces of Katuo and a small piece of lotus root, and then walked towards the place where the prayer teachers lived.

Along the way, he was stopped by a wild boar. Seeing the cuteness of the wild boar, Byron fed him the smallest piece of Katuo.

After the little wild boar ate the katuo, he probably felt that this human being should be stupid and generous, so he didn't leave. He arched Byron's legs and continued to beg for food.

Byron was surrounded by a herd of young wild boars.

"You can't eat these!" Byron seriously reasoned with the wild boars.

It's a pity that the wild boar, who was still extremely smart just now, looked like he couldn't understand what Byron was saying, and launched a coquettish attack on Byron.

In the end, Barton, who was passing by, took the siege for Byron.

Button took the broom and drove the wild boars away like a jumping master.

"Which ones do you want to see?" Barton didn't know Byron very well, but he would occasionally say a few words, and knew that Byron was a prayer teacher who didn't believe in the Holy Spirit. Barton pouted, "If it wasn't for your lord, they would have Just die, if you want me to say, you shouldn't care about their lives."

Byron smiled: "They are not bad people either."

After all, after getting along for so many years, Byron still knows those former colleagues quite well.

There is no evil intention, the most is to say a few ugly words, really let them go to the Holy Court to file a complaint, and they can't do it if so many people are harmed.

But Byron still thanked Barton for his kindness: "I'll go first, thank you."

Button waved his hand, not paying attention: "It's okay."

Standing at the door of the house, Byron let out a sigh of relief. He knocked on the door and shouted, "It's me, Byron. I'm here to see you."

The people inside opened the door.

Byron took a few glances into the house and found that the three former colleagues had now developed horizontally.

With a face full of flesh, it can't be seen that all of them have become skinny before here.

"I brought some Katuo and lotus root." Byron lifted up the rattan basket in his hand.

The person who opened the door for him seemed to be doing well, his face was still shiny, and when he saw Byron bringing something, he immediately put on a warm smile and said politely as he went to pick it up: "Hey, Why don't you bring something with you?"

But he never said anything about asking Byron to take the things back.

Byron didn't care, after all, he brought these here for the other party.

He sat on the chair, and the other party poured him a glass of water: "It was very lively outside this morning."

Byron nodded: "There are new products in the supermarket."

The other party didn't answer, probably thinking about how much money he had left.

Byron thought for a while, and couldn't help asking, "Do you really want to go back to the Holy Court?"

The glossy former prayer teacher waved his hand and said in a low voice, "Why do you go back to the Holy Court? You can't eat well, and you can't sleep well. We have food, drink, and quilts here. Why don't you want to go back? "

Byron was confused: "Then you always say you want to go back..."

"It looks like we have to do it." The former prayer teacher said helplessly, "Otherwise, if the Holy Spirit finds out, what should we do if we are punished?"

Byron was completely speechless.

He didn't even know whether they were afraid of the Holy Spirit or not.

However, the other party has his own set of reasons: "At any rate, we have also stayed in the Holy Court for so long."

Byron thought blankly - I'm really full and I still have to think about them.

The three of them live a carefree life in the territory with the door closed. They don't have to worry about anything. The only thing they need to worry about every day is what to eat tomorrow.

After sitting for a while, Byron left very bored.

Only then did he realize that if these three were very pious, they would not have left the Holy Court with Andrew.

In the castle, Chi Yan was eating noodles. Anna made wide noodles according to his instructions. The seasoning was added by Chi Yan himself, using soy sauce, vinegar, and some spices. It was rare and delicious, and there were wild vegetables and sliced ​​meat on the noodles. Chi Yan ate the noodles and felt that this was the best meal he had this year.

Even Kleist, who doesn't like noodles very much, has to admit that the wheat flour made in this way really has a unique flavor, and the portion of noodles is very large. Chi Yan is full after eating one bowl, and Kleist eats two bowls .

Chi Yan sat down on the bed satisfied after eating and drinking. He still thought, if only he could be given a computer now, even if he could only play stand-alone games. Unfortunately, he probably won't be able to play games in his life. .

Kleist stood by the bed and looked at Chi Yan.

Chi Yan: "What are you looking at me for?"

Chi Yan sat up: "Let's play chess."

After finishing speaking, Chi Yan took out the chessboard from the cabinet. These were all made by dwarves, and the chess pieces were polished very smooth. Unfortunately, no pure black or pure white natural dyes could be found, except for the goose yellow chess pieces. and lavender.

But Chi Yan wasn't picky, he just had to play with something.

Of course, Chi Yan doesn't know how to play Go, and he hasn't learned it. When he was watching the Soul of Chess, he wanted to learn Go with great enthusiasm, but he didn't learn it after reading a lot of information on the Internet.

The same goes for mahjong. I read a bunch of mahjong cheats, but I didn't learn it.

So Chi Yan and Kleist played backgammon.

At first, Kleist was not familiar with the rules, so Chi Yan won a few games. After he became familiar with the rules, Chi Yan never won a game.

Tonight, Chi Yan still didn't win.

Chi Yan: "...you let me."

It's tiring to lose all the time, okay?

Moreover, Kleist was particularly good at setting traps, so Chi Yan couldn't turn his head around.

Kleist was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "I just let it go."

Chi Yan's eyes widened: "Is there?"

Kleist pointed to the white chess that had already made four pieces in a row.

Chi Yan blinked: "..."

It seems that he has no talent for board games.

Chi Yanhui doesn't have many board games, only two, one is backgammon and the other is flying chess.

It's a pity that he hasn't played flying chess for a long time, and he has completely forgotten how to play it.

Chi Yan lay back and admitted defeat very simply: "Stop playing, I lost, go to bed early!"

Kleist put the chessboard away in the cabinet.

Chi Yan was a little sleepy, he yawned, and suddenly said, "I want to see your wings."

As the words fell, Kleist instantly spread his wings. The black wings glowed under the candlelight, and every feather trembled slightly.

Chi Yan was no longer sleepy in an instant. He stood up, walked over with an idiot face, and raised his hands on Kleist's wings. Kleist stood expressionless, but his ears were already red.

Chi Yan played vigorously. He felt that Kleist's wings were like his organs. Kleist could make the feathers soft and docile without any aggressiveness, and he could also make the feathers as hard and sharp as steel. Chi Yan touched The wing root, where it connects with the flesh on Kleist's back, is very soft, with fluff and small pieces of feathers.

"Do many demons have wings?" Chi Yan suddenly regretted that he was no longer a demon. He also wanted to have a pair of wings. Who wouldn't want to fly?Chi Yan still remembered that in the Qing Dynasty, there was a foolish and bold man who sat on a chair in order to fly into the sky, and the chair was surrounded by firecrackers. In the end, he flew with a smile, and then ascended to heaven.

Chi Yan had a dream when he was young, and he also had a dream that he was flying into the sky - his parents said that it was because he was growing tall that he had such a suggestive dream, but he didn't fly, and his size didn't grow anything famous. He graduated from high school. It was only when he left the third-level disabled team.

When Kleist was touched by Chi Yan, his wings were shaking slightly, and the hidden bayonet was out of its sheath, just about to move. Chi Yan suddenly asked a question. He had a straight face, the veins on his forehead were pulsating, and he was almost gnashing his teeth Said: "Not much."

Chi Yan asked curiously, "Do you have white wings?"

If you have blond hair and a pair of white wings, you are no different from an angel.

It should look good, after all, I want to be pretty and filial.

The corner of Kleist's mouth twitched: "Yes."

Chi Yan didn't expect it to be true, and quickly asked, "Who? Is it in the territory?"

Kleist: "My mother."

Chi Yan let go of his hand.

Kleist was so calm that it was almost cold. He said, "My mother has a pair of pure white wings."

When those wings spread, Kleist knew for the first time what color white was.

Obviously under the abyss, you can't see your fingers, but the whiteness is particularly conspicuous.

His mother is not as ugly as other demons, she is a beautiful demon, and it is different from Mrs. Campbell's beauty.

She doesn't look like a demon, and she doesn't like cannibalism. Before she died, her favorite thing to do was to fly to the raised rocks of the cliff and stare at the sky in a daze. bright.

Chi Yan quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I don't know..."

Kleist shook his head: "Nothing."

Compared to him, his mother is the outlier among the demons. Although she is the king of demons, she never disciplines the demons. She lives in her own world, chasing the light that will never be touched.

Kleist never knew who his father was.

I don't know which demon clan it is, it may have died a long time ago, or it may still be alive now.

But it is more likely to die, after all, the demons can't live to be old.

For the demons, there are only three stages in a lifetime—childhood, adulthood, and adulthood.

Once they start to age, they will be attacked by younger and stronger demons and become food for their hunger.

Chi Yan asked in his lightest and gentlest voice: "How did you get here when you were a child?"

A small demon who lost his mother very early, even if he inherited the blood of the demon king, he is still an orphan with no one to take care of him.

Kleist: "Demons don't attack cubs."

He was reluctant to mention what happened at that time, not because he was weak at the time, but because he didn't want Chi Yan to know that at that time he relied on the flesh and blood of his own kind to fill his stomach.

If he didn't mention it, even if Chi Yan knew it in his heart, he wouldn't feel scared.

Chi Yan hugged Kleist from behind, as if he wanted to comfort Kleist with the temperature of his chest.

Sometimes he felt that Kleist was extremely powerful and invincible, and sometimes he felt that Kleist, like him, was an ordinary person who needed care and love.

"Let's not talk about this." Chi Yan changed the subject stiffly, "What do you want to eat tomorrow? Do you want to eat noodles?"

Kleist was kind and generous: "Yes."

Chi Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "Then let's go to bed early tonight, and I'm going to go to the city tomorrow."

Kleist looked at Chi Yan with puzzled eyes.

Chi Yan: "I'm going to visit the holy courtyard in the city. By the way, I'll mention the matter of taking over the big city. Otherwise, I don't know how long it will be until the holy envoy who came last time comes over again."

The only means of communication here is to write letters, and they can only be delivered by special personnel. Many civilians cannot find messengers. Maybe a family lives in two similar cities, but they have not seen each other or even communicated with each other for many years.

Chi Yan couldn't deliver a letter to a holy envoy who collected taxes everywhere and lived in no fixed place, so he could only make a trip by himself.

Kleist: "Okay, I'll accompany you tomorrow."

Early the next morning, Chi Yan was woken up by the butler. This time, the battle to enter the city was bigger than before. After all, it was not as chaotic as it is now. Apart from Kleist, two knights and the butler, there were six demons. The family acts as a bodyguard.

These six guards were carefully selected by the butler, and they were not so ugly looking.

Albert and Carl have also gained a lot of weight in the past two years, and they can't wear the armor they used to fit. They can only wear cotton clothes on the horse. Chi Yan sits in the carriage and watches, and mourns for the horse they are riding for two seconds bell.

Kleist, on the other hand, was riding a black horse with a heroic posture, his long hair was blown by the breeze, and he looked a bit like a martial arts master.

Chi Yan once again felt that his boyfriend was so handsome.

Sitting next to Chi Yan, the housekeeper found that Chi Yan's eyes were always following Kleist, and coughed heavily.

Only then did Chi Yan turn his head to look at the housekeeper, and said with great concern, "Are you sick? Why don't you go back and rest, and get some medicine from Mrs. Campbell. You are too old, so you shouldn't be let this time." follow out..."

The butler's originally stern face slowly relaxed amidst Chi Yan's concerned question, showing a little smile, and he said seriously: "My lord, I am in good health, and I can serve you for a few more years. Walking with you, how can Kadi gain experience?"

It seems that his old friend's son will not be able to come, and there has been no letter from his old friend.

I guess it's already... hey!

The world is like this, it's too normal to die.

Even the king is dead.

The carriage was slowly shaking on the road, Kleist and two knights were riding on horses, and the demons were walking beside the carriage.

Just as Chi Yan was about to speak, he was suddenly interrupted by a jolt.

"You! Stop!" A stranger's voice shouted,

It was the vain footsteps of a group of people, and one could tell that this group of people hadn't had a full meal for a long time.

The curtain of the carriage was not lowered, and when Chi Yan looked outside, he could see the group of people holding sticks in their hands. They were dressed in rags, their faces were disheveled, and their legs were like two sticks, supporting their bodies pitifully , It seems that their legs will break in the next second.

"Take, take out the food!" The leading robber stammered, and Chi Yan hadn't said anything yet, but he was about to cry.

The robber continued to stammer, "Just, give a little, a little."

His companions were not much better than him, he still dared to speak, and the others didn't even dare to speak.

Chi Yan observed carefully and found that there were women and children among the robbers. The woman was holding the child, her breasts were drooping and shriveled, without any milk, and the child was crying in the woman's arms.

The bandit leader had probably just been in this line of work, and he looked very nervous, holding his stick tightly with both hands.

Chi Yan sighed. He didn't even have a decent weapon, and he wasn't even very skilled in robbery. These people should have been civilians nearby, and they probably never thought that they would one day be robbers.

He didn't want to argue with the desperate civilians, but this time he came out with only dry food and no food, and he was going to the city now, it was impossible to lead this group of people into the city together and then go around in circles and bring them to the city. Go to your own territory.

There are not many people in this group, only in their early thirties, and none of them are physically strong.

Seeing that they didn't respond, the bandit leader said, "Hand over the food, and I won't kill you."

The word kill seemed to frighten him.

After his words fell, the woman holding the child came over, followed by several other girls, and stood in front of the carriage, her knees softened, and she knelt down.

The woman's voice was very hoarse: "My lord, we were not robbers before, we also had our own land and a home."

"My lord, please have mercy, give us something to eat." The woman knocked her head down and made a muffled sound.

The girls behind her also followed her example and kowtowed without any discount.

The baby in the woman's arms is still crying.

The robbers also had tears in their eyes. Although they have become robbers, they are still farmers at heart. They have never done anything bad, and they work honestly. The only goal in life is to cultivate the land to support themselves and their families. food.

But even this tiny wish was not fulfilled.

The tax was getting heavier, and the guards wanted to arrest people to fight, so they ran away with their wives and children.

They ran to the mountains, lived in caves, and drank sewage.

Wild fruits and wild vegetables can't fill their stomachs. Even if they catch prey, each person can only get a small bite of meat.

After starving for half a year, they finally decided to be "bad guys".

It's just that when he was a "bad guy" for the first time, he bumped into Chi Yan and his group.

Chi Yan looked at the women kneeling in front of the carriage with a feeling of displeasure.

If he was also poor, he might not have sympathized with the other party, but his territory was rich, everyone was well fed, and he had a bowl of noodles before he set off.

Chi Yan glanced at the housekeeper.

The butler smiled and said, "My lord, you can do whatever you want."

They have the demons on their side, and the demon king Kleist, no matter whether they give something or not, they are not afraid that the other party will be greedy or entangle them.

When you are strong, you can naturally spread love.

Chi Yan sighed: "Bring them a bag of cakes."

In fact, it is best to give wheat bran and wheat, but they did not bring it.

The steward took a bag of pancakes and threw it to the "bandit leader". By the way, he kindly said: "Stop robbing, you look like this, you can't even hold a stick, who can you rob?"

The eyes of the robbers were red, and tears fell in the blink of an eye. Finally, one of them couldn't help crying. They were like a group of poor people who couldn't find a way out. All out.

Chi Yan didn't want to look at them.

He was very uncomfortable.

Modern people always feel that their hearts are as hard as a rock and as cold as iron, but when they really encounter miserable people, they still can't help but feel compassion. This is probably human nature.

The author has something to say: Anti-bar: [heroic and valiant]: It means that a man is full of energy and spirit; his posture is heroic and majestic.It can also refer to a woman who is full of energy and spirit; her temperament is heroic.A unisex vocabulary.