Succubus' Manor

Chi Yan soon met An Tuowan.

Antoine was different from Chi Yan's expectations. He didn't look like a radical or submissive person. On the contrary, he had long blond hair with some curls, small eyes and droopy eyes, and a small nose and mouth. A little neutral, with a melancholic temperament, very similar to the scholar in the storybook, with a bookish air.

He didn't wear any decorations on his body, and he was neither humble nor overbearing when facing Chi Yan, with a smile on his lips.

"My lord." Antoine led Chi Yan to the room, and Chi Yan looked at the house and the people in the house from the corner of his eye. There were very few servants, and he only saw three of them after walking all the way, and they were all small and thin male servants.

Male servants are not as "valuable" as female servants, because there are more men than females, and the income of female servants is generally about twice that of male servants. In addition, the promotion channels for male servants are fixed, only ordinary male servants, close-up male servants and personal male servants. The three positions are only for the male master. The maid is different. The maid can be the male master or the hostess. Although there is only one position for the lover in the male master, there can be four positions.

So Antoine is really saving money here.

Especially these male servants are not very good-looking, not good-looking, and their income should not be good.

Antoine took Chi Yan to the reception room, where there was only an unused fireplace against the wall, a few chairs, and a wooden table with nothing on it.

Chi Yan sat on the chair by the table, and Ryan stood behind him. Antoine smiled and asked the servant to bring two glasses of water, and then asked, "Why did your lord come to me?"

Chi Yan didn't use golden fingers at the beginning, he wanted to hear what Antoine would say, and he said straight to the point: "I want to know where the land where Shengmin lives."

The gentle and fake smile on Antoine's face froze there, but he quickly regained his composure, and asked with a normal, seamless puzzled expression: "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand? Saints are not all Have you been caught by the queen?"

Chi Yan asked back: "Do you think the queen is right?"

Antoine lowered his head slightly, Chi Yan couldn't see his expression, his voice was very calm: "The Queen's decision is not up to me, right?"

Chi Yan said with a smile: "That is to say, the Queen did the right thing? I also think she did the right thing. The Holy Court has never done a good thing, except asking believers for money and raising the so-called holy boy. It’s a good thing, it’s just good to be ruined.”

The servant brought two glasses of water, and Chi Yan looked at Antoine with the glasses.

Antoine put his hand under the table, he raised his head and looked at Chi Yan, his blue eyes were as melancholy as the sea: "Whether the Holy Court is doing right or not, it should not be judged by the queen or you."

Chi Yan: "Then by whom?"

Antoine: "Civilians, of course."

Chi Yan smiled: "Except for Shengmin, other ordinary people don't think there is anything good about the Holy Court."

Antoine retorted: "What's the difference between a commoner who can't read and write, and a pig? Can they tell what is good? What is bad?"

Chi Yan: "Then can you tell the difference? Mingming Holy Academy has better looms and the ability to make common people rich, but they are unwilling to disclose it. They would rather common people be poor and miserable, and that they would have more slaves than common people. Where?"

Antoine sneered and said, "Do ordinary people deserve to have the wisdom given by the Holy Spirit? What do they know? They need someone to hold things in front of them and feed the benefits into their mouths, so that they feel good? They have loyalty. Do you understand good and evil? Isn’t it a matter of course to know all the good things in this world?”

Chi Yan sat up straight: "You should ask the royal family, not the common people. It is precisely because the common people don't understand anything that they need someone to lead and guide them. Where do you think the Holy Court came from? Isn't it also from the common people? Did you come?"

"How come when the Holy Court needs civilians, the Holy Spirit blesses all things, and when they don't need civilians, the civilians are pigs?"

What's the difference between calling mother when you pick up the bowl, and calling father when you put down the bowl?

"Without civilians, what is the Holy Court? What is the royal family? What are you?" Chi Yan drank his saliva, his tone full of sarcasm.

Antoine: "I don't think the same way as you do. We see and hear differently."

Chi Yan: "I know this. Your stepmother abused you. Without the protection of the Holy Court, you would never be where you are today. You may have died in the boiler room or the stables long ago."

Antoine smiled: "Your Excellency understands me quite well."

Chi Yan asked curiously: "Why don't you thank your mother clan? Your cousin is willing to marry you when you have nothing, and you are not touched at all?"

Antoine looked out of the window with melancholy eyes, and he said softly, "I thank her."

But his expression and eyes said otherwise.

Chi Yan found out that he and Antoine really couldn't make sense. This kind of person can't be defeated by talking. He has his own reasons and doesn't need others' persuasion.

So he raised his head and said to Ryan: "You don't need to serve here, you go outside and wait for me."

Ryan has always been obedient. When Chi Yan spoke, he backed out without asking any questions.

After Ryan closed the door, only Chi Yan and Antoine were left in the room.

Chi Yan turned on the "switch", which was in third gear, the highest gear.

As soon as the "switch" was turned on, Antoine's expression changed. Chi Yan only recently understood the succubus's talent skill—to use an inappropriate analogy, it's like a weasel that will fart after being caught. As the branch with the lowest combat power in the Demon Race, the skill "Charm" is used to save life, similar to emitting hormones or pheromones, but as time goes by, the power of this skill becomes greater.

It is also more different from "seduction". It is not so much "charm" as "manipulation".

All Kleist has never objected to Chi Yan's use of this skill.

Antoine's melancholy eyes became confused and no longer focused. He could only look obsessively at Chi Yan who was sitting opposite him, his lips parted slightly, as if he had become a fool.

Chi Yan raised his chin and asked, "Are the Flanders hiding in Shengmin?"

Antoine: "Yes."

Chi Yan continued to ask: "How many Flanders are there? How many saints are there?"

Antoine's lips opened and closed: "[-] Ferlando's soldiers, [-] saints."

Chi Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Holy Courtyard is really courageous."

There are only 3 saints, and they dare to let [-] Flanders pass by. Maybe in the eyes of the Holy Court, [-] saints are worthless. The Landu people provided them with help and let him seize power, and it was not a loss to sacrifice [-] people.

When Chi Yan didn't ask questions, Antoine didn't speak, he was as quiet as a puppet.

Chi Yan: "Where are they?"

Antoine: "In the valley south of the Holy City."

valley?

Chi Yan really didn't expect to go there.

That area is not inhabited at all. There are many plains here. If people want to live and live, they must choose the plains. The valley is not only steep, but also has various wild animals.

The terrain is poor and there is a lot of rain. It will take at least half a month to go from the holy city.

It is a dangerous place.

But contrary to the harsh geographical environment, the land here is very fertile, with a lot of rain, but the sunshine time is not short.

The wild fruit there is sweeter than the cultivated fruit because of the sunshine.

Except for courageous businessmen who are willing to spend money and manpower to pick wild fruits in a fixed season every year, no one will go there. After all, no matter how good the land is, it is not suitable for farming. If it doesn't work, you will fall off the cliff if you don't pay attention.

The grown grain cannot be transported out, no money can be earned, and other necessities cannot be exchanged. No one can't think of going up the mountain.

Chi Yan asked Anthony: "Is there a map?"

Antoine pushed away the chair and left the guest room like a puppet. He should have gone to find the map. When he came back again, he was holding a wooden box in his hand.

The wooden box is very simple, except that there is no dust, it doesn't look like it contains valuables.

Antoine put the wooden box on the table, then reached out to open it.

Inside is a folded parchment.

On the yellowed parchment is a map of more than a dozen cities around the holy city.

This is a very detailed map. After Chi Yan looked at it for a few minutes, Antoine just sat there in a daze.

Chi Yan picked up the map and closed Goldfinger.

Chi Yan: "Antoine?"

Antoine still looked stupid just now, if he drools a few more, he will be even more stupid.

Chi Yan: "..."

isn't it?

Goldfinger has been upgraded again?

Before he opened the golden finger, even if he turned it off, the affected people would still be loyal to him, but their self-awareness could be preserved.

Chi Yan stood up and waved his hand in front of An Tuowan.

Then he opened Goldfinger again and asked, "Antoine? Say something."

Antoine opened his mouth stiffly: "My lord."

Chi Yan: "..."

He closed the golden finger again, and Antoine did not say a word again. He seemed to be a born stupid.

His eyes were dull, his expression was dull, and his facial muscles seemed to have been given a relaxant.

Chi Yan shuddered.

Chi Yan called Antoni's name a few more times, but Antoni still didn't respond at all, he panicked.

To him, Goldfinger was just a "truth potion". He only wanted to dig out the place where the Flanders were from Antony's mouth, and he didn't think about turning Antony into a fool.

He stood up, mind blank.

He can get soldiers to fight, he can watch people die in front of him, but he won't have this feeling of guilt.

Because he knew very well that war was unavoidable and death was unavoidable. These were inevitable processes and had nothing to do with what he did or didn't do.

But he clearly avoided making Anthony a fool.

Chi Yan stood there with a confused expression and a hint of fear in his eyes.

He fears his own abilities.

Maybe he shouldn't be in top gear, and second gear probably won't turn a person into a fool.

But it's useless to think about it now.

Anthony couldn't control his facial muscles, the corners of his mouth began to twitch, and the saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth and landed on the table.

Chi Yan swallowed, turned Goldfinger to second gear, and then went to call Anthony's name.

This time Anthony responded.

"My lord." Antoni raised his head, his eyes were full of admiration and obsession, the corners of his mouth were still drooling, but his eyes were already bright.

Chi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the chair as if he had relieved his strength, but his heart was still beating.

Fortunately, it can be reversed, and fortunately, the second gear is still normal.

If his golden finger keeps upgrading so quickly, it may only take a few months for the effect of the second gear to become the third gear effect.

Chi Yan poured a glass of water into his mouth, calmed down a little, and then said to Antoni: "Who is Aiwen, please give me a list."

"And in your name, let them gather here."

He wanted to catch everyone, and no one would slip through the net to tip off the Flanders.

He needed the Flanders to put pressure on the queen at the right time, the best time.

not now.

When going back, Chi Yan turned his head and took a look. Antoni stood at the door and watched him leave. His eyes were still focused and obsessed.

Chi Yan touched the back of his neck and decided not to use this golden finger in the future unless the other party is a treacherous person.

On the other side, the people brought by Kleist were rewarding the soldiers.

Of course, Kleist would not bring the cook, he only brought meat, and the soldiers cooked for themselves.

A large iron pot with firewood burning underneath, pour wheat and beans into the pot, then put some meat, pour some salt and soy sauce, cook it and eat it, it is also delicious and warm to the stomach.

These meats are all chicken and duck, and there is no oil or water, so the soldiers will pour a little soybean oil into them.

Except for the instructor, no one dared to speak to Kleist.

In fact, the instructors... didn't really dare, but if they didn't dare, they had to bite the bullet. At least Kleist didn't beat them to death when he trained them.

They were not killed back then, and now they should be even less likely to be killed... right?

Only Achill was relatively calm, probably because Achill had been beaten the worst before, and it couldn't be worse.

"There are a lot of civilians out of the city." Achill stood beside Kleist, bowing his head.

Kleist looked at the civilians who left the city. Some of them followed the caravan, and some of them made up a pile of more than a dozen people and pushed the cart.

Some of them went to other cities to join relatives, and some went to Stettin to try their luck.

Kleist nodded and asked Achill, "Is there anything missing?"

Achill shook his head: "No shortage, better than before."

Before they stayed on the mountain, besides practicing, they had to cultivate the land. They were called to the Holy City some time ago, and in the past few days, they have assigned people to collect all the katuo on the mountain, and they will have to transport them over at that time.

As for what to do with the growth of katuo on that piece of land in the future, the lord said don't worry about it.

Anyway, the elves have eaten it for so many years, and Katuo will be discovered one day.

Kleist turned his head and looked at the soldiers who were eating hard. They usually ate katuo cakes, but no matter how delicious katuo was, they would get tired after eating for a long time. Now they can eat wheat mush with meat in them , not too bland, even with oil, hot and fragrant, and very thick, some people use a spoon, some people eat it directly with their hands after blowing it cold.

Kleist glanced at the person who got started, and turned his head in disgust.

Aqier didn't know why, so he glanced at the soldiers behind him from the corner of the eye, and saw that the hands were grabbing, he didn't have any other feelings. After all, there are few things on the mountain. If you have chopsticks, you can just break two branches. If you don't know how to use chopsticks, get a spoon It is not surprising that it is inconvenient to get started directly.

Achill's own chopsticks are not very good, and he is too lazy to sharpen a spoon by himself, so he basically grasps it with his hands.

Anyway, being dirty is dirtying yourself, it doesn't matter.

Kleist: "If there is something, let someone come directly to the city to find me."

Kleist glanced at Achill: "Some things you can't make up your mind about and you can't make up your mind, you have to get someone to come."

Achill bent down with a humble posture: "Yes, my lord."

Almost everyone knew that even if Kleist did not have the name of the lord's wife, he still had the real power of the lord's wife, and no one dared to gossip - after all, Kleist's force was visible.

Kleist: "Get them ready."

Achill looked up instantly.

Kleist looked up at the sky above.

The dark clouds slowly gather, the hot and humid wind caresses people's faces, and the birds fly low in the sky.

After so many days of sweltering heat, it is finally going to rain.