Succubus' Manor

Chapter 101

Chi Yan opened his eyes and looked at the top of his head. He was panting, trying to calm his breathing. Suddenly, a pair of arms came over and placed on Chi Yan's chest. Chi Yan's body was covered in sweat, as if he had just been picked up from the water. , Even the hair next to the face was wet, the cheeks were flushed, the eyes were moist, and the lips were red as if they were about to bleed.

Chi Yan grabbed the arm that was on his chest, and was about to push it away, when the opponent grabbed his waist with a backhand.

"It's getting late..." Before Chi Yan could say anything, his head was pulled and his lips were blocked.

Chi Yan could only be dragged into the vortex again, he gritted his teeth, his expression seemed to be enjoying or suffering, his instep was tense, and it became a straight line with his calf, then he lifted his leg up and hooked the opponent's thin body waist.

After everything was over, Chi Yan lay on the bed like a dead fish. He raised his arms to cover his eyes and complained, "Four times! Four times!"

"I'm sure I won't get up tomorrow!"

Although he is not the one who contributes, but after so many visits, his waist will hurt. Not only the waist hurts, but also his brother started to hurt after the third time. It is estimated that tomorrow he will walk like a duck again.

Only Kleist, who seemed to be made of iron instead of meat, would not feel uncomfortable.

On the contrary, as long as Chi Yan doesn't stop, Kleist will never disappoint.

Lying on his side, Kleist gently held a lock of Chi Yan's long hair. Chi Yan's hair was soft but thick, and he didn't have any troubles of hair loss. Kleist couldn't put it down because it felt so good.

Kleist lowered his head, and took an extremely tender and lingering kiss with only love.

After being gentle enough, Kleist turned over and got out of bed, and put on his pants.

"I'll fetch water to wipe you off."

Chi Yan continued to lie down, rubbing his face: "The water should be warmer."

Krystal smiled and left the room.

When Kleist returned to the room with the hot water, Chi Yan had already fallen asleep on his back. Chi Yan usually sleeps on his side. He doesn't like to lie on his back, but today he fell asleep in this sleeping position. Yes, it can be seen that I am very tired.

So Kleist lifted the quilt and moved gently to prevent Chi Yan from waking up because of the wiping action.

The cotton kerchief gently brushed Chi Yan's skin, Kleist's eyes were as gentle as water, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little.

Kleist pulled up the quilt and covered Chi Yan.

In the past two years, he has personally watched Chi Yan change from a blindly optimistic boy to becoming more and more stable.

It's just that Chi Yan's nature has not changed.

The back of Kleist's hand gently slid across Chi Yan's cheek.

Chi Yan muttered, "There are mosquitoes..."

Kleist lay on the bed and hugged Chi Yan into his arms. Chi Yan turned over and hugged Kleist. His legs were hooked onto Kleist's lap, and his head was buried in Kleist's. chest, fell into a deep sleep.

In the days to come, he would probably be very busy.

When Chi Yan woke up, Perrem had already woken up. He was locked in a small room, but this room had a bed, a quilt, and a table and chairs. Although it was small, it had everything that Perrem needed. After all, Mu was not a guest, so the servants did not prepare a quilt for him, but an old blanket.

But the blanket was already well tanned, it wasn't heavy to cover, and it kept warm.

Bertram tossed and turned in the first half of the night, but couldn't bear it in the second half of the night, so he got a good night's sleep.

After waking up in the morning, a servant brought him breakfast.

Freshly baked bread, a little pickle, and a glass of warm water.

From entering the room, putting down the tray to leaving, the servant didn't speak a word to Bertram.

Bertram picked up the bread absent-mindedly, but suddenly found that the bread didn't feel right to the touch—it was soft to the touch, unbelievably soft. He tore it open a little bit, and saw the white dough inside, which was fluffy and soft. You can also smell a sweet noodle fragrance.

Now Bertram didn't think that Chi Yan would kill him. He knew that the other party needed to save his life to stabilize Stettin's situation, and he needed to cover his eyes to cover the eyes of the Holy Court and the royal family.

So he tore off a bit of bread and put it in his mouth.

His eyes widened, and he could hardly believe his mouth and tongue.

—Is this bread?

Shouldn't bread be something so hard it can only be eaten in soup?

Bertram sent the pickles to his mouth with a spoon. After the pickles were taken out, they were fried with oil. They were not as salty as they were when they were just taken out. They tasted very fragrant, and the more they chewed, the more fragrant they became.

Soon, he discovered the most delicious way to eat, a mouthful of bread, a mouthful of pickles, and a little bit of warm water.

Breakfast was quickly eaten by him, but he felt that he had only eaten a little.

How come the portion is so small?

But Bertram didn't dare to open the door and let the servants give him another job. He was still clear-headed and knew that this was not the Holy Court, and the servants outside were also the prayer masters and holy servants controlled by him.

So he could only look at the extremely clean dishes that he had swept away, and picked up the bread crumbs on the plates and ate them bit by bit.

After all, he hadn't eaten for nearly three days.

I only drank some water for three days.

I was extremely hungry, but I didn't feel so hungry. After eating something, my hunger was infinitely magnified.

It was almost noon when a servant opened the door and led him out.

Bertram found it very strange that he had mentioned to his servants more than once that he was the dean of the Holy Academy, but these male servants didn't seem to think that the dean was anything special.

From their facial expressions, Bertram could easily tell that these people looked down on him.

And they're proud of it.

Bertram felt strange and a little curious. If it wasn't his turn to ask questions here, he really wanted to know what these people were thinking.

"Dean Bertram." Chi Yan came over from the other side of the corridor. He was casually wearing a light-colored gown, a coat and a pair of slippers.

But Bertram didn't think there was anything strange about the other party's body.

It seems that the other party should dress like this.

Casual dressing did not compromise the other party's temperament.

"My lord." Bertram bowed his head and saluted Chi Yan.

Chi Yan said to the male servants: "Go and do your work, I'll take a look at Dean Bertram."

The male servants lowered their heads and left the corridor, moving quickly without any muddle.

After the servants left, Bertram exclaimed: "They are really obedient."

Chi Yan smiled and said, "I have a good housekeeper."

Chi Yan walked in front, and Bertlam followed him. Chi Yan stood by the window, from which he could overlook the scenery of the whole city. He leaned on the stone pillar, not like a high-ranking lord, but more like a romantic And casual poet.

"What kind of person is the lord of Stettin?" Chi Yan asked suddenly.

Bertram came back to his senses and gave a dry laugh: "My lord, he's already dead..."

Chi Yan didn't look at Bertram: "That's why I need to know more."

Bertram: "The Earl is an ordinary nobleman."

"He has no ambition, doesn't do much good, but is greedy."

Chi Yan understood, and he smiled: "What about you, Dean?"

Bertram took a breath, and subconsciously took a step back.

Obviously the young lord didn't threaten him, and didn't even look at him, but Bertram still felt fear for no reason.

How could such a seemingly harmless young man terrify him?

Chi Yan: "What kind of person are you?"

Bertram laughed dryly: "I am loyal to the Holy Spirit, loyal to the doctrine..."

Chi Yan waved his hand: "Stop talking about these scenes, Dean, I'm asking you now to give you a chance."

"If you confess, we can continue to chat. If you don't confess, I don't mind raising you like a pig, as long as you are still alive and can write letters."

Bertram's voice was dry, and he said with difficulty: "I just get some benefits from the merchants, sometimes the lords below will give me gifts, and I just need to turn a blind eye to what they do, When they need it, say a few more words to the lord."

Chi Yan nodded: "You mean, you haven't done anything bad, but just opened a door for those who do bad things?"

Bertram didn't dare to speak anymore.

Chi Yan took a look at Bertlam, and it was true that people were not judged by appearances. He had such a kind and kind face, but he had a black heart that did not match his appearance.

"We need to stay here for a while." Chi Yan looked away and looked out of the window again, "We will leave for Stettin when my people come back."

Bertram said cautiously: "Stedding has a plague..."

At this moment, he suddenly felt that being captive was a good thing, and the plague was much more terrifying than being caught and imprisoned.

He had heard what happens to plague patients, covered in pustules, neither alive nor dead.

In the past, some doctors tried to do bloodletting for the patients, but they couldn't cure them.

Later, other methods were found, such as soaking the patient in urine or smearing it all over the body, but it was still not cured.

Patients can only wait for death to come in the torment of stench and pain.

Chi Yan: "I know."

Bertram tried to suggest: "Winter is coming. After the winter is over, the plague should be frozen to death. It will be safer for you to wait until the winter is over."

Chi Yan yawned, he was still a little sleepy, and his waist was still a little sore, he said softly: "When the winter is over, that person will almost die, I don't lack space now, only people, what do I want an empty city for? "

"With such a large plain, I want to expand the city, and I can expand it at any time." Chi Yan looked at Bertram with a half-smile, "What's the use of building it bigger?"

Bertram's eyes widened.

He thought that the other party was just coveting Stettin's wealth and wanted to get the earl's property.

But the fact is clearly not the case.

What the other party wants is not the treasure in that city.

But the people in that city.

why?

Are people more valuable than property?

He doesn't understand.

Chi Yan didn't need this fat-brained person to figure it out, he said: "During this period of time, think about what you want to do when you return to Stettin. exist."

Bertram: "I see, my lord."

Chi Yan smiled and said: "Then we have reached a consensus, Dean Bertram, for the rest of your life, you'd better not have other thoughts. I don't know how to turn you into a good person, but how to turn you into a good person?" Become a dead man, I still know it very well."

From this day on, Chi Yan never summoned Bertram again. Bertram was trapped in the room, and the only thing he looked forward to every day was the meal delivered every day.

Occasionally he would sit by the window and observe the city.

After watching for a long time, he found that almost everyone here has a job. They go out at dawn every day, and then suddenly appear on the street at the same time. It seems to be eating, and some people are chatting on the street, and then there will be metal There was a sound of knocking, and these people would pour into the huge house again.

Bertram didn't know what these people were doing.

But the more he looked at it, the more strange he felt. There were not many people farming, and there were no merchants in the city. What kind of work were they doing?What do you rely on to fill your stomach?

He also didn't think it was strange that the human race was shoulder to shoulder with other races.

Bertram was used to it.

Sometimes he would see young men and women chasing through the streets and they would sing.

At night, there will be people walking on the street with torches, as if they are patrolling the night.

He never saw or heard a fight.

It's beautiful here... as if it doesn't exist.

If all this is because of that young lord, what a terrible man he must be...

Does he make people obedient because of tyranny, or because of kindness?

If it's the former, then he is a sinister figure who captures people's hearts with fear. If it's the latter, then how deep scheming and terrifying methods must he have?

Bertram was frightened into a cold sweat by his conjecture. He realized that it was a miracle that he could survive in the hands of the other party. After all, it was very easy to find someone from the Holy Court to pretend to be him.

As long as the person who pretends to be him is not seen, after a few years, people will no longer remember him, and they will no longer want to see him.

Bertram wished he could rush to Chi Yan now and show his loyalty to Chi Yan.

But even if he rushed over, Chi Yan didn't have time to talk to him now.

Because Chi Yan was listening to Mrs. Campbell's report on the plague.

"It's the same as last time." Chi Yan heaved a sigh of relief when Mrs. Campbell said this.

Just ordinary plague, not the Black Death.

The last prescription is still effective.

There is no need to spend time developing drugs, and there is no need to conduct experiments on living people first.

This is undoubtedly the best news Chi Yan has heard in the past six months.

"In this case, you should make medicine first." Chi Yan pursed his lips and said, "This time we can only rely on you and Xiaoheixiaobai."

Although there is already a length standard in the territory, there is no weight standard yet, and non-professionals cannot be mass-produced. It can only be measured by Mrs. Campbell and Xiao Hei Xiao Bai's experience by hand.

Mrs. Campbell smiled and said, "I know, my lord."

Mrs. Campbell led her two apprentices to make pills in the pharmacy that night.

Chi Yan is also writing a plan during this time, he has to be prepared, what should he do after he goes to Stettin, the first is the isolation of patients, but in this era, there is no such thing as isolation. When relatives are separated, will people do irrational things because of this?

But if there is no isolation, the supply of medicines may not be able to keep up.

Cure one person, another may die.

Chi Yan thought about it, and felt that Bertram should be left to worry about this matter. As a magic stick, if he can't even appease the people, then it won't do much to keep him.

The second is the sanitation of the city. Chi Yan still remembers reading a magazine article before. One of the important reasons why the Black Death was invincible in the Middle Ages was that people did not have a sense of hygiene. In an environment, both flies and mosquitoes can carry germs and allow people to infect each other.

But this gave Chi Yan a good reason to distribute the food.

He had just passed by, and it was impossible to treat the plague while making people work, so it was not advisable to distribute food directly.

In addition to cleaning, factories have to be built. After all, Stettin is different from here. There are not many people here, and the houses are empty. If you want to requisition, you can requisition. But Stettin's personnel structure is more complicated. His confidantes, and many wealthy households.

There are farmers who have been given land, and there are knights and officials who were originally in the privileged class.

From this point of view, the difficulty of governing Stettin may be even more difficult than the manor and here.

But Chi Yan didn't find it difficult, he suddenly had great confidence, and felt that nothing is difficult in the world if there is a heart.

Now that he has come to the present, it proves that besides his good luck, he also has abilities.

Chi Yan wrote a few pages full, if it wasn't dark and the candlelight couldn't support him to work late at night, he would still be able to continue writing.

"Don't sleep?" Kleist asked lying on the bed.

Chi Yan yawned: "Come on."

He washed his face and feet, then climbed into bed and nestled into Kleist's arms.

"We have to go before winter." Chi Yan said with closed eyes, "Do you want to stay here, or go with me?"

Kleist held Chi Yan's hand.

"Where you are, I will be there." Kleist kissed the back of Chi Yan's hand.

Chi Yan laughed: "This reminds me of the first time you came back from hunting wild boars for me."

Kleist also smiled when he remembered what happened at that time.

Obviously it was only two or three years ago, but when I think about it now, it seems like it was many years ago. Too many things have happened in the past few years.

Chi Yan opened his eyes: "I really didn't expect that I would be with you..."

Kleist rubbed his hands on Chi Yan's waist: "I didn't expect that we would be lying on the same bed now?"

Chi Yan: "That's not true, I didn't expect that we would do these things in bed."

After all, Kleist is warm in winter and cool in summer.

Chi Yan: "When I didn't realize that I liked men, my ideal type was long legs, black hair reaching waist, double eyelids and big eyes."

Kleist tightened his grip on Chi Yan's waist.

Chi Yan: "But I have achieved my goal, right? It's just that the gender is different from what I originally thought."

Krystal smiled helplessly.

Chi Yan took Kleist's hand, and regained his energy: "You know what? I heard people say that liking men is innate. When did you find out that you like men?"

He remembered that the article said that if a person finds out that he has become gay one day, it does not mean that he has become gay suddenly, but that he is born this way, but he did not notice it before he realized it.

A real straight man will not be bent.

Chi Yan didn't know if this statement was scientific or not, but he felt that although he was not straight anymore, if Kleist hadn't appeared, he wouldn't have considered other men.

After all... There are not many people as good-looking as Kleist.

Although superficial, Chi Yan still looked at his face.

Kleist: "I've never had an intimate relationship with anyone before you."

Chi Yan: "Not even holding hands?"

Kleist shook his head.

Chi Yan sighed: "You are too miserable."

When he was in elementary school, he had to hold hands with his classmates on outings.

Chi Yan felt a little distressed.

He felt that Kleist must have lived very lonely before. There was no one to talk to, no one to share happiness and sorrow. Intimacy does not necessarily refer to lovers, and Kleist didn't even have a friend.

Chi Yan doesn't have a strong desire for monopoly. His desire for monopoly is to require the other party to be his only lover, not to be ambiguous with others, not to cheat, mentally or physically, but he believes that everyone should have a healthy relationship.

Friends, relatives, lovers.

But Kleist has only his lover, and the others are just Kleist's subordinates.

Chi Yan suddenly hugged Kleist, making up his mind that he would not only be Kleist's lover, but also his friend and relative.

Otherwise, Kleist's emotional world is too barren.

"I will definitely treat you better in the future." Chi Yan hugged Kleist's waist tightly, "I may be very busy during this time and I won't take care of you, so don't be angry with me then."

Kleist sighed softly: "I know, you have something to do, and what I have to do is to keep you from any danger."

If one day, he had to kill all the people in the city to keep Chi Yan, he would raise the butcher's knife without hesitation.

There is no distinction between good and evil in his world, only light and heavy.

Chi Yan was obviously the most important.

Chi Yan: "Actually, you can also make friends. I think Ya and Hei are good."

Kleist was confused by Chi Yan's genius.

Chi Yan went on to say, "Don't you think you need someone who can chat with you? Otherwise, it would be too boring."

Kleist knew that Chi Yan was thinking about him, so Kleist patted Chi Yan on the back lightly: "I know."

Chi Yan raised his head and kissed Kleist's lips: "Sleep, good night."

Kleist whispered in Chi Yan's ear, "Good night, have a good dream."

Chi Yan closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Kleist leaned against the head of the bed with Chi Yan in his arms.

He looked down at Chi Yan's sleeping face.

He felt like a dragon, this room was his cave, and Chi Yan was his most important treasure.

Sometimes, he even wanted to eat Chi Yan into his stomach.

That's it.

No one can take Chi Yan away from him.

Even Chi Yan himself couldn't.