Succubus' Manor

Chapter 191

Chi Yan has been going to the Holy Academy every day for the past few days, and the Holy Abbot personally entertained him and told him stories every day—this was real storytelling, like treating him like a child.

The Holy Dean would tell him stories about what happened in the Holy Academy, and what the Holy Dean did. He didn't just speak ill of the royal family, but had mixed reviews.

For example, which king can listen to the opinions of the Holy Court, and how much the lives of the common people have been improved after listening to the opinions.

Chi Yan basically went in with his left ear and out with his right ear.

He is not a person of this era, and he does not have much awe of kingship and theocracy.

Although he doesn't know the reason why he came to this world, and he can't deny that there may be a god in this world, but he feels that the god who is "used" by people is definitely not the real god.

After all, he is also a person who has received modern education. Chi Yan is very clear that, whether in the West or the East, religion is to a large extent a part of secular power.

It is the capital of a group of people fighting for power and profit.

So he couldn't really respect the Holy Court, let alone obey the words of the Holy Court.

Dean Sheng just washed his brains for a month like this. Maybe the dean of Sheng did not fail with this method, so when Chi Yan's attitude improved day by day, he felt that he had completely won over Chi Yan.

Started to chat with Chi Yan about some deeper things.

"The royal family is becoming more and more intolerable to the Holy Academy now." The Holy Abbot smiled miserably, "I'm still alive, what if I die?"

Chi Yan quickly comforted: "You are still healthy, don't think about the future, the most important thing is now."

Dean Sheng exhaled a long breath: "Yes, the most important thing is the present."

He supported Chi Yan's arm, stood up tremblingly, and patted Chi Yan's arm: "Good boy."

Chi Yan lowered his head quietly.

Saint Dean: "Do you know how old Frando is?"

Chi Yan shook his head.

Saint Dean: "Flando has the largest land area, as big as two Kentises, but only a small piece of land can live, and the rest is desert."

"That's why every king of Flanders wants to occupy a place that is richer and more fertile, but none of them can achieve it."

"There are more and more people in Flando, and it seems that they will not be able to live there."

If the people of Flanders want to survive and need food, they need land that can grow food. The yield of one mu of land is only so much. If there are more people, there will be not enough food.

Unlike Kentis, as long as people are willing to open up wasteland, as long as the nobles and lords don't collect taxes randomly, they can always fill their stomachs.

Chi Yan: "...you mean."

The dean of the saint smiled: "There is a town on the border of Kentis. It is not big, but the land is very good."

Chi Yan: "Which piece of land are you exchanging with them?"

The dean's expression became serious: "It's just now. When Kentis's condition stabilizes, we can take back that piece of land."

Chi Yan: "Do you think they can still listen to you when they enter the country of Kentis? You let them come as soon as they come, and leave as soon as they leave?"

Saint Dean: "Flando's king is not that stupid. If he really dares to invade Kentis' land, Dorsey and Kasha will move."

The four countries balance each other and will not allow one country to become bigger, otherwise the other countries will be in danger.

This is one of the reasons why it has been peaceful for so many years.

But Chi Yan didn't think so. Frando had been poor for a long time, but he wasn't used to being poor. He might be going crazy.

They entered the gate of Kentis and saw the fertile land of Kentis, a big river around the country, picturesque mountains, rivers and soil, don't they want it?

What's more... Dorsey and Kasha may not be able to take care of it.

There is no brotherhood between countries, only the exchange of interests.

As long as Flando didn't ask Kentis to change his appearance or change his name, they probably wouldn't care.

Maybe you can take this opportunity to make a fortune.

Carve up Kentis with Flando.

But Saint Dean is very optimistic - he is sure that Dorsey and Kaza will not make Frando bigger, but he does not think that Dorsey, Kaza and Flando will tear down Kentis together.

Chi Yan could only smile dryly: "You've thought it all over, so I don't have anything else to say."

The dean of the Holy House gave Chi Yan a loving look, as if looking at his beloved junior: "Although you are not the Holy Son, you grew up in the Holy Courtyard. If you want, come to the Holy Courtyard."

He threw out the bait: "Sixteen holy masters, there is one less."

The corner of Chi Yan's mouth twitched. He didn't agree, but said that he would go back and think about it.

When the Abbot threw out the bait, he wanted to refuse immediately, but he held back, and his intuition told him that he shouldn't refuse immediately.

That day, Chi Yan had dinner with Dean Sheng, and Dean Sheng didn't enjoy much. The two ate the most common black bread, but there was thick soup boiled with milk and some melons and fruits were added. It was not bad, but it was also It doesn't taste good, at least Chi Yan doesn't really appreciate the taste of thick soup, but it's better than the ones he's had before. It's boiled with milk anyway, and it doesn't have much fishy smell. It probably has spices to remove the fishy smell. It tastes good It is sweet and salty.

Cut the black bread and soak it in the thick soup until it softens before eating, otherwise it is too hard to chew.

After going back at night, Chi Yan told Kleist the plan of the Holy Master: "He is going to use the position of the Holy Master to win over me."

Kleist was leaning against the bed. He had just taken a shower, his nightgown was not fastened, and most of his chest was exposed, and his hair was a little wet. When he lowered his head, his eyebrows softened a lot, and he looked very attractive.

It's just that Chi Yan was immersed in his own world and didn't have time to appreciate "beauty". He stroked his chin and said, "I don't think it's impossible."

Chi Yan said seriously: "This is probably the most powerful bargaining chip that the headmaster can offer. In fact, I think a saint master is more attractive than a duke."

Even if he became the Duke of the royal family, wouldn't he be in charge of his cities?It's just that the name change is a little bit smoother, but it's okay if the name isn't straight, after all, people in those cities only recognize him, and he has force, so the royal family dare not deal with him.

Not much to gain.

But the holy master is different, which means that he can get in touch with the core of the holy courtyard.

Kleist took a strand of Chi Yan's hair and wrapped it around his fingertips. This movement was lingering and ambiguous, but what he said was murderous: "It's good to be a saint, and when the time comes, the other Once the Saint Master has solved it, you can become the Saint Dean."

Chi Yan smiled: "That's what I thought too."

Kings are divinely appointed, but what if he becomes ruler as the Holy Abbot?

When theocracy and kingship are combined into one, no one can shake his rule, and no religion will threaten him anytime and anywhere.

Chi Yan: "It's just easy to say."

He sighed: "I don't know how Just is doing now?"

Chi Yan was a little regretful, he should have arranged for a few people to go out earlier, he was still inexperienced, if Juster was folded outside, he would lose a pair of eyes.

And these eyes are very important. Whether you have them or not makes a big difference.

To lose these eyes, he will have to pay more energy.

However, Juster was not as dangerous as Chi Yan thought, he was like a fish in water, and he had already mingled in front of the queen.

The queen didn't fancy his ability in that aspect-the queen didn't have a lover, she used to have one, but her lover died, before she decided to marry the king, in order to solve this hidden danger in the future, the queen personally watched him die.

She is a real loner, all her thoughts are hidden in her heart, and her face is always expressionless.

Just became the queen's valet, not a personal valet, but he had to meet the queen every day.

The queen adopted Juster's advice, and she called the second or third sons of all the nearby nobles into the palace, and not only entertained them with delicious food and drinks, but also rewarded them with a lot of things.

Just took the opportunity to say: "Your Highness, why don't you ask someone to give you a hint?"

The queen was sitting on a chair with a quill in her hand. She felt that Juster was very clever, but the cleverness was just right, so that people would not think that he was a person who could change his master at any time. He was a bit clever, but Also very well controlled.

"Hint what?" The queen's voice was lazy.

Just: "Let's say you want to change the law of succession."

A gleam of light flashed in Just's eyes: "Of course it's not true, let them get anxious as soon as possible."

The queen thought about it, and felt that this method was not bad - if a nobleman really came to her and asked her, she could say that she didn't know it at all.

"Go ahead." The queen smiled.

Just excitedly said: "Follow Your Highness's instructions."

Queen: "Just, don't let me down."

Just half-kneeled on the ground: "If I can't do it well, I will die at your feet."

The queen obviously wasn't very interested in whether he died or not.

After Juster left, the queen's personal maid Clark walked up to the queen: "Your Highness, do you think he is trustworthy?"

The queen smiled: "Don't look at whether you can believe it, but whether it is useful. If it is useful, you can use it. If it is useless, just give him an end."

"Clark, even if he wants to do bad things and become my enemy, he doesn't dare now. He has to make meritorious deeds and gain a firm foothold before he can find a way to influence me."

Clark breathed a sigh of relief: "Which side do you think he is..."

Queen: "I am afraid it is one of Stettin's men."

Clark's eyes widened: "Didn't Sally say he was from Rose?"

The queen patted Clark's hand: "The people of the Holy Court would not give me such an idea. They only hope that all the nobles will not listen to me."

Clark still didn't understand: "What does the lord of Stettin want to do? He's just a lord."

The queen shook her head: "I don't know."

"He didn't come to see me, but went to the Holy Court every day."

The queen suddenly laughed: "That's not bad, the lord of Stettin is ambitious, let him compete with the Holy Court first, then I will be relaxed."

"Maybe I can help him."

The queen said in a sweet voice: "Holy Court has raised a tiger, and this tiger is not willing to be a dog."