don't make me wear a skirt

The city gate slowly opened with a heavy sound.

Witt said unexpectedly: "Unexpectedly, the rumors are true, Duke Hecha is really willing to give up the whole city for this puppet master."

The woman behind him rolled her eyes.

"Nonsense! Otherwise, how could Earl Omans pay a big price to capture him? He never does futile work!"

False Ireland saw the open city gate and did not leave immediately, but made an inch of it and shouted: "Prepare seven batches of horses for us!"

Hecha ordered: "Get them horses."

John Bar was suffocating in his heart. He couldn't get angry at the Duke, so he could only yell at his subordinates: "What are you doing stupidly? Playing with one, two, three wooden figures?! Go prepare the horse!"

The little cavalry ran to the stables in fright.

Fake Ireland was overjoyed at Hecha's continuous soft-heartedness, the fat on his face twitched, and he laughed twice: "The lord of Moyervia is a coward. Doesn't Earl Omans think highly of him? If I had known we would directly Just fight, wouldn't it be a waste of time to try to sneak in? Hahahaha..."

The puppet masters who were about to escape from Moyevia burst into laughter.

Hecha scanned the mocking faces in front of him one by one, and finally fixed his eyes on Witt.

The accident happened in an instant.

False Ireland was the first to notice something was wrong. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a gust of wind blowing in this direction, and he shouted: "Be careful!"

Tisha precisely kicked Witt's lumbar spine, and when he let go of his hand, the sack fell to the ground with a "slap".

"Oh--"

Lytle fell so that his ass was about to burst, he rolled twice, and found that Fake Ireland was coming to catch him, so he immediately rolled twice more in fright.

Fake Ireland approached, a silver slick passed, and the hand he tried to touch Lytle was bleeding.

Hecha picked up the sack and raised his voice, "Take them back!"

The situation changed drastically. Several puppeteers who reacted chanted spells, and the puppets came out of the ground one by one and fought with Tisha and the cavalry.

Hecha's elite cavalry were not weak, and the puppet masters were also one in a hundred. A mere seven of them could do a job with ease among more than a hundred cavalry.

The battlefield was extremely anxious, and the little soldiers who led the horses in a panic stood in the center of the big hall with a blank expression on their faces.

A look of sternness flashed in Fake Ireland's eyes, and he dug his hand out of the space bag. A large cloud of gray smoke captivated the eyes of the cavalrymen, who coughed and fell to the ground while crying.

"Damn it! They're going to run away - woo woo woo!" Lytle said tearfully, noticing the situation, and slapped Hecha on the shoulder.

Hecha directly covered his mouth and nose.

As the smoke dissipated, Fake Ireland's party had already galloped out of the city gate on horseback, while the soldier leading the horse rolled his eyes and foamed at the mouth and passed out.

John Bar turned on his horse and was about to give chase.

Hecha said sharply: "Come back, you won't be able to catch up with them, and you'll be wasting your energy instead."

Lytle got rid of the entanglement of the gray fog, leaned on Hecha's shoulder and gasped twice: "Oh! Am I alive again?"

Hecha lifted him up helplessly, and wiped away his tears: "Why do you keep getting into trouble? If you are really taken back, I can't save you."

"Oh, did you come here specially to save me?" The bastard Hecha actually gave up the townspeople for him!Lytle decided to cross out the bastard from Hecha and change it to Good Hecha.

Hecha asked back: "Otherwise?"

Does he think everyone is treated like this?

If it is John Bar, it is not a matter of life and death, he will take the greatest risk to reduce the losses of the townspeople and Moyevia.

Lytle was a little happy, but also a little disappointed. He could have won a big victory, but because Jelim stabbed a big basket, he moaned listlessly. After a while, he regained his energy and rubbed his head to please his shoulders, and then wiped all the dirt from his face onto Hetza's clothes.

"Oh, it's Jelim, he lied to me."

Hecha raised his eyebrows: "Jelim?"

"The old man who taught Tryndamere puppetry, he actually betrayed the puppet union! He joined that bastard Omans!" The feeling of being betrayed by a friend was very uncomfortable, and Lytle's nose flowed: "Oh, we also opened the royal city together Noble girl's skirt, I didn't expect that he would have forgotten this friendship..."

Hecha realized that it was the little guy who wanted to let his prisoner go, but he was beaten up.

This is a felony, has he never thought of the harm involved?

Hecha held his breath in his heart, and was unwilling to scold him, so he could only hit Lytle's buttocks twice, narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you dare to let my prisoner go without permission?"

Lytle's ass hurts even more.

No one is as unlucky as him. It was a credit to catch Antofang—that is, Fake Ireland. Maybe Hecha would give him all the nutrient solution when he was happy. Not only Antofang was not caught. , the puppet masters in the dungeon have all escaped, and the lives of the citizens of Moyervia will also be threatened.

All this is because he believed in Jelim, an old man in the royal city.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Lytle realized that he might have caused a catastrophe, snorted his nose twice, with a frustrated expression: "I caught An Tuofang, Jelim is a puppet master, I thought he would join me to defeat Ao Mance's."

Lytle got scared when he saw Hecha stopped smiling, and hurriedly explained: "He used to like to tease the skirts of noble girls, and he often went to Wangcheng Prison. I thought... I thought..."

After finishing speaking, she rubbed her head against his shoulder flatteringly.

Hecha endured it, and finally decided to forgive his little guy, touched Lytle's hair, and warned: "I never lock petty criminals in my dungeon, and if you dare to touch and move around again next time, I will also arrest you!" Shut it in."

Lytle quickly rubbed his head up and down twice against his chest to express his understanding, and then quietly remained motionless.

Hecha sighed, his little Aina only became so good when he felt that he had done something wrong.

"Will it be a problem for Antofang to escape?" Lytle asked cautiously.

"Antofan?" Hecha frowned, he remembered that just now little Aina also said that he caught Antofan first and then let Jelim go.

"It's that monster with a big belly!" Lytle said indignantly: "He also defiled my harem—oh, no, the maid in the manor!"

No matter how stupid Hecha was, Antoine sneaked into Ireland's manor, killed the old Irishman and the young Irishman, entered his castle disguised as him, and was discovered by Lytle on the way to let go of Venerton's mercenary group. However, Lytle fell short because of his old acquaintance Jelim in the dungeon. Jelim had already been bribed by Earl Omans.

Hecha ordered: "Send troops to my affiliated city to capture Antuofang's precious daughter, Qi Lifu. I want to see if the prominent status is more important, or the daughter is more important."

John Bar was puzzled: "Your Excellency... Antoine...?"

Hecha sneered: "Antofang pretended to be Ireland and released my prisoner. I never made things difficult for him, but he climbed on top of me first."

John Bar's expression froze, revealing righteous indignation, and quickly said: "Yes, my lord."

Hecha carried the Lytle sack back to the castle.

Wiping the dirty face that turned into a cat with a towel, Lytle finally stopped cursing and resisting, and let him wipe it obediently.

Hecha teased, "Why are you so obedient now?"

"Oh." Lytle hadn't recovered from the blow of betrayal, he moved his buttocks and whispered: "I suddenly feel that Hecha is a good person."

Hecha stopped wiping his black head, and said with a smile, "Is it just a good person?"

Lytle blinked in bewilderment.

He Cha said: "I can only treat my wife so well."

Lytle lowered his head, his ears were reddish.

Hecha picked him up and said softly, "It's so dirty, I'll take you to take a bath."

Lytle's eyes widened suddenly, he flopped around twice, and struggled loudly: "I don't want it, I don't want it, are you going to stab my ass again?!"

Half an hour after entering the bath, Lytle was finally carried out by being wrapped in a bath towel glowing red, he patted Hecha on the shoulder, and stammered, "For...you know your senses, no...you didn't poke it in. "

He Cha nodded his forehead: "Wait to catch Omans."

Lytle nestled in the quilt and was in a daze. The sleepiness after taking a shower swept his whole body because of not resting all night. He buried his head in the pillow and was very frustrated: "The golden key is gone... the space bag is also gone... only Teddy is left. Sarah... Aw..."

"Jelim is a puppeteer. He will come back to fight again after he reunites with Omans." Hecha squeezed his palm under the quilt.

"But the golden key will transform the puppets that are unconscious into machines with tenacious fighting power, and will also instigate the puppets that are hostile to them." Lytle twisted and asked uncertainly: "Can it really subdue them?"

Hecha raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you also make a hundred ordinary keys?"

Lytle's eyes lit up: "That's right! Although they are not as useful as golden keys, they can also instigate ordinary puppets! Oh, I'm such a smart guy!"

The key has been soaked for two days, and it will be freshly released early tomorrow morning. Lytle will no longer be frowning when he is happy, and turns over and said cheerfully: "Go to sleep, I have to go get the one hundred keys tomorrow morning. I want to make them into weapons, Omans can't do anything even if he takes my golden key!"

The sun was rising outside, but the two people in the quilt planned to have a good sleep.

He Cha showed a slight smile, kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear, "Good night."

Lytle covered his red face with the quilt, and replied in an inaudible voice: "Good night."

Lytle, who was tired and lay down, slept for a whole day and night. When he woke up, Hecha had already sat up.

He gloated: "Have you become a pig too? After sleeping for so long, it's so thick."

Hecha glanced at him: "I haven't slept all day and all night."

Lytle made a cute gesture: "Okay, okay, you are not, I am."

Hecha was amused by him, and pinched his bulging little face.

John Barr sent cavalry to capture Qilifu from the affiliated city of Moyevia overnight, and early in the morning, the scouts came to report that Earl Omans personally led his army to Breganet at a very fast speed. On the border of Breganit, not far from Moyervia, they should be out of town by evening.

Hecha patted the quilt: "Little Aina, wake up, there is still a catastrophe tonight."

Lytle moved out.

Everyone in the city entered a tense state of alert.

After the last battle with the owner of the pancake stall, the knight leader Loge was almost pierced by the flexible puppets. He no longer dared to underestimate these little things that are not commonly seen in the army. He was evacuated all day long. Work made his eyes turn blue.

The same panda-eyed Johnba patted him on the shoulder, shook his head and sighed: "I knew this before, so why bother."

Luoge said depressedly: "Why can the Duke and his troubled wife pat their buttocks to catch up on sleep, but we can't."

John Bar shrugged: "Whenever you become a duke or duchess, you can too."

Loge rubbed his chin and guessed silently, could this be the reason for Antofang's rebellion?

In the castle of Duke Hecha.

Lytle pulled on his shirt like a whirlwind into the steeple.

The author has something to say:

Tisha: Obviously I was the one who saved Lytle, and obviously I was the heroine, why did I lose my role after saving people? !

John Bar: I searched for the Duchess day and night without a break, and ended up going to the attached city to catch Qilifu all day and night? ?Am I Superman? !