don't make me wear a skirt

In the underground city of Deslan, there is no system and no order. The wandering wanted criminals and jobless people live here, biting and gnawing at each other.

Lytle hid in Tibet for three weeks. He threw out all the homeless people here and built a clean tent. Maid Tisha would clean the inside and outside very clean every day. Unfortunately, the smell still made him feel uncomfortable. unbearable.

Still no one came today.

He lay lazily on the blanket, motionless, for a long time, and called out to the busy maid: "Tissa—go and pour me a glass of fruit wine!"

The parrot on the side imitated his voice and said: "Fruit wine, fruit wine."

Tisha is a strong, tall servant. She is also the first puppet created by Lytle with independent self-awareness and explosive combat effectiveness. Except for her poor brain, mean personality, and rude behavior, everything else is perfect.

Tisha threw away the broom with a snap when she heard the order, and handed him a glass of orange juice from the cabinet without saying a word.

The orange juice had been left for a few days, and there was still a thin layer of ash and a fly that hadn't died yet floating on it.

Lytle stared at the small animal trying to struggle in the water, goosebumps all over the ground, put it aside in disgust, and repeated in disbelief: "Tissa, you may not have heard clearly, what I want is fruit wine , not the poison that the bugs have bathed in!"

Tisha glanced at him coldly, and said in a flat tone: "Master, please recognize the fact that we no longer have fruit wine, stop daydreaming, do you think you are still the great puppeteer who has attracted much attention and love?"

Can you give me fly-soaked orange juice without these honors? !You hypocritical woman!

As if Tisha didn't see his silent complaint, she quickly took away the glass, poured half of the orange juice, and also poured away the fly rolling its eyes angrily up and down on the horizontal line, and picked up the old vinegar " Gulu Gulu made up the other half, the black sank into the orange and put it heavily on the round table in front of Lytle, picked up the broom again and started working.

"Clatter——" Tisha used a broom to clean his face as she passed by him.The boy's clean and delicate face was immediately covered with dust.

Lytle jumped in anger, a layer of clouds appeared on the already fair cheeks, and the redness seemed to be smeared with a layer of blush: "Damn it, I want to fire you——!"

Then he bumped his head on the thick chest, as strong as Tisha straightened her back and stood upright, but Lytle fell back to the ground due to inertia.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Tisha glanced at the master's thin body with pity, and saw him staring at her angrily, with a pair of slightly upturned peach eyes with small tears: "Such a delicate body, no wonder Omans The earl is lustful and lustful and wants to put you under house arrest."

She thought for a while, and added: "If you fire me, when Count Omans comes after you, you can only let him break your slender waist."

Lytle chased her out angrily.

The hateful Earl of Omans, the old lord of Deslan City, a greedy and obscene old man, threatened and lured him without keeping his word, he was arrogant and unprepared, he was almost caught in a trap, and almost lost all his precious treasures during his escape. puppet.

In order to save him when breaking through the siege, the strong Tisha was hit in the back of the head by a spear and made a big hole. When she woke up again, her temperament changed drastically, completely contrary to her original personality.

Lytle couldn't cure her, all the props for repairing and maintaining the puppet were taken away when he escaped, and there was only half a bottle of potion in the cabinet that could keep Tisha running - without Tisha, he would be underground The city can't move an inch.

oh no!The once honest and honest maid has left him, and from then on, he will endure the moody, bitter and mean Tisha who is like Mrs. Kelia every day!

Putting the bottles and cans into the space bag, Lytle rummaged through all his belongings, and was disappointed to find that there was only one gold coin left.

As a last resort, he called an emergency family meeting.

It was said to be a family meeting, but in fact there were only one person and two puppets. One of the puppets was a hairless parrot. Lytle gave it a cute name, Little Parrot.

Speaking of the little parrot, it aspires to be a soaring eagle, but the cruel reality hits its self-confidence severely. In fact, let alone soaring, the ability to fly at low altitude for 10 to [-] minutes is close to the limit.

Lytle pointed out two paths in a succinct manner: "Either, we just sit here and wait for a rabbit, maybe there will be guests tomorrow, and we can get gold coins to buy inferior nutrient solutions by completing his tasks. There will be a risk of being discovered, of course, we still have a second way..."

He pursed his bright red lips, showing an extremely weird expression. After a few seconds, he seemed to have made up his mind: "Go to Cyric Hecha's territory and steal all the puppet skin care products that are treasured in his castle."

The nearest cities to Deslan are a few small towns that are not rich, and the owners of the small towns have been bought by Omans. The only place that can go is the city of Moyervia, which is a little further away, which is the fiefdom of the Duke of Hecha. The only puppet nutrient solution he had left was only enough for Tisha and the little parrot to walk a short distance. Time was running out, and a choice had to be made immediately.

Tisha raised her eyebrows and said in surprise, "I thought you would avoid it because of that failed experience a year ago."

Lytle's face turned red. He had unfortunately disfigured his face due to blind use of potions, and at that time he happened to be lurking beside Duke Hecha trying to steal all high-quality nutrient solutions.

That experience was a thorn in his heart, and he would even repeat it in his dreams for nearly a month this year, a damned haunting nightmare!

He shouted angrily: "We will have a good start, if you hadn't given me the aphrodisiac as a hallucinogen, I wouldn't have failed!"

Tisha quibbled: "That's because all your cans look exactly the same, and it's inevitable to make mistakes!"

"And—" Tisha's eyeballs rolled around, and she showed a strange and sly smile: "Dear master, I clearly remember that after the effect of the medicine disappeared, Duke Hecha pressed you repeatedly, and you even sent a message. Cheerfully and excitedly, I thought you were enjoying it too—”

The little parrot held its head high and ignorantly called out: "Enjoy it! Enjoy it!"

"Shut up! You silly bird!"

"And you Tisha! I'm crying in pain! Can't you tell that excitement and pain are two different emotions?!"

"No, I only hear your singing full of vitality and begging for mercy—"

Lytle glared at Tisha angrily, quickly took out a delicate golden key from his pocket, stuck it into her waist, turned it counterclockwise once, turned clockwise twice, and then quickly pulled it out.

Tisha opened her mouth and found herself unable to speak.

The moment she was pushed out of the tent, there was only one thought in her mind, oh, her wayward master has started to use permissions indiscriminately again.

Lytle swept everything he could bring into the tent, and when he was on the verge of adversity, even looking at a steamed bun without meat filling, he could taste the taste of mountains and seas.

Messy daily necessities filled the space bag, Keitel scanned the empty tent interior with satisfaction, and shouted to the outside: "Dear Tisa, if you can understand the difference in the master-servant relationship between you and me, and understand I maintain due respect, then I can choose to forgive you reluctantly and lift the embargo."

There was no response from outside.

Lytle wondered if the sound insulation effect of the tent was too good. After all, most of the dungeons are homeless refugees. You can never imagine them doing endless warm-up exercises in any place regardless of day and night. Killing a pig may only take To endure for a while, but to endure a whole night of warm-up exercises, having a high-quality tent with good sound insulation is the perfect first choice.

"Tissa—"

Lytle lifted the tent: "We have to leave as soon as possible—"

An arm suddenly stretched out from outside the tent and pushed him back again.

After rolling on the ground several times in a row, Lytle got up in disgrace: "..."

There are also fatal flaws in making a strong puppet. Her slight push is like a heavy hammer to Lytle.

Sneakily opened a small slit, and there was already a field of elite cavalry lying outside. Fortunately, Tisha was so powerful and her body was as hard as iron, it would not be a problem to tear a few cavalry with her hands.

In the third week after driving away the tramps, Omans sent the first batch of cavalry to pursue him, and it seemed that he did not have enough men—that is, he was busy with other things.

After a hasty glance, as Lytle expected, the lackeys around Earl Osman did not follow, otherwise they would face an inescapable crisis.

In this way, a tent with a good diaphragm sound effect also has advantages and disadvantages. He didn't hear the sound of fighting at all.

Lytle resolutely chose to live between the quality of life and the continuation of life, and secretly decided that he must change stores to buy tents next time.

He comforted himself, in fact, listening to the singing of life creation every day is also good, at least in a sense, he witnessed the birth of the next batch of small refugees in Deslan City, and this group of small refugees would definitely continue the mission of their parents, which made Osman very anxious and restless.

After dealing with the cavalry, Tisha walked back stupidly.

Lytle released her from the confinement, emphasizing: "I hope you will be gentler when you push me next time."

Tisha moved her muscles and bones, the ruffled apron was stained with fresh blood, and the white cuffs were torn several times, revealing her strong muscles.

"Okay, I will store the master's weak body as data in the brain."

They began to prepare to escape.

Tisha moved out the stone slab that had sunk into the ground. Below it was a long staircase from top to bottom. The inside was pitch black and there was no end in sight.

The little parrot breathed out flames, illuminating the entire underground passage.

It's really a dirty passage, with sewage all over the floor, and from time to time a few mice sprang out to dance with him.

Lytle stood on tiptoe, barely letting his clean boots seep into the sewage.

His cautious behavior was scorned by Tisha: "I seem to be taking care of a noble lady who is prominent and picky."

"If you spend your talking time on the road, I will save more than half of the nutrient solution."

Tisha agreed to go without hesitation: "Then you can try to change your picky personality, shortening the time on the journey can also save nutrient solution."

"..."

Tisha's stride was vigorous, and Lytle could only speed up to match her rhythm.

The passage is empty, mixed with chaotic echoes.

Lytle frowned suspiciously: "I seem to hear other voices."