don't make me wear a skirt

Everyone in the regiment is ambitious and wants to reach the sky in one step.

Jelim thought that if Omans succeeded, maybe everything would be different.

But it's too late.

He chanted the spell, trying to break free from the cage, the uneven ground shook violently.

Witt, who was drowsy next to Jelim, was taken aback, and he leaned on the prison car and shouted: "God, I just want to spend the last journey of my life in peace, don't you want to kill me, old man? !"

Jelim pursed his lips, his face turning purple.

Lytle hugged the bald eagle, and was about to have a fierce negotiation with the bastard Hecha, but the shaking ground made him stare, and he rolled directly into Hecha's arms.

"Oh shit—another earthquake?!"

Hecha hugged him tightly.

It didn't take long for the commotion to subside. Lytle shook his dizzy head, and suddenly forgot the original intention of the negotiation. He lifted the curtain and saw that Jelim's body was hanging on the prison car. His body was pierced by long hairs and blood was flowing. .

A few cavalry guards beside Jelim also died, and one of them fell to the ground, and the spear he was holding happened to penetrate into Jelim's body.

The scene is bloody and funny.

"Hmm? What's going on?" Lytle jumped out of the carriage. He had chatted with Jelim for a while before, but he didn't expect to meet him again and turned into a corpse.

"It seems that the cavalry didn't step on the earthquake and accidentally inserted the spear into the body." He instantly made up a picture with pity on his face: "Rest in peace, oh, poor Jelim, originally I also want to take you to see your apprentice."

Lytle dug a hole and tried to bury Jelim's body.

Due to his rough hands and feet, the spear on his corpse was pulled out too hard, causing it to become two petals at once.

"Oh..." Lytle couldn't do anything for a while, he could only throw part of his head into the pit first, and then part of his feet into the pit, and then covered it with soil.

John Bar got out of the car, looked at Lytle's busy appearance, and couldn't believe it: "Is he really doing good deeds instead of venting his anger?"

Hecha thought for a while, and replied, "Maybe it's because of... doing bad things with good intentions?"

John Ba sighed: "Why does Jelim still resist? Maybe he can save his life and spend his whole life in the dungeon of King City."

Lytle was sweating profusely, and Hecha didn't help, watching quietly: "He killed the nobles of the royal city, even if he didn't resist, he would die, and if he entered the royal city, he might suffer even more, so it's better to put all his eggs in one basket. "

John Bar didn't know the relationship, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "So that's it."

After dealing with everything, Lytle jumped into the car again, sighing.

"What's wrong?" Hecha touched his little head.

"A moment of silence for the former comrades in arms." Lytle lay on the carriage and kept looking behind, and behind him was Jelim's grave.

Hecha asked, "He betrayed you, why did you mourn for him?"

Lytle groaned and said, "Oh, I just mourn casually, because he once saved me."

Hecha raised his eyebrows: "Saved you?"

Lytle quickly covered his mouth, his black eyes turned into goldfish eyes, and he shook his head wildly: "There is no such thing as Wudu."

He Cha took him over and frowned: "Did you do something bad again?"

Lytle refused to say anything.

It wasn't until he entered the royal city that Hecha realized something was wrong.

The cavalry guarding the city showed unspeakable expressions when they saw Lytle, and they had to salute Hecha, which seemed very awkward.

The aunt shouting on the street saw Lytle holding the egg tightly in her arms in fright, and turned around.

The bosses of various shops all looked away.

Lytle seems to have found the feeling of glory in the past, and he swayed when he walked, like a local snake.

Hecha patted his bottom.

With a quick wit, Lytle returned to his original state in a desperate manner.

"You spanked my ass in front of other people!" He quickly glanced around and protested, "It's shameless!"

He Cha touched his chin and guessed: "It seems that you are the little bully in the royal city, and everyone is afraid of you."

"Hmph." Lytle explained to himself triumphantly: "Of course, I used to be the tyrant in the city, and there are many younger brothers!"

"So where are your little brothers?" Hecha looked around, and there were even little kids who saw Lytle running around.

"Oh, how do I know? We haven't seen each other for two years, maybe their children can change their own diapers." Lytle made faces at the scurrying little boys, and one of them actually burst into tears .

"You're only three?" Hecha straightened his face.

Oh, he only started to have bad luck when he met the bastard Hecha, and Lytle wanted to climb the wall in depression, and the key was scared when he saw him.

Lytle was taken to the palace with his arms in his arms. He probed his head and saw the eyes of the precious portrait glowing.

Hecha lowered his head and warned, "If you dare to do anything small, I'll pluck the hair off your butt at night."

Lytle instantly turned his greedy gaze from the portrait to him, covered his buttocks, and repeatedly retorted: "I don't have any hair!"

He Cha laughed and said, "Then why are you so afraid?"

Oh, of course, he was afraid that the bastard Hecha would do something else to him, but Lytle didn't dare to say, what if this bastard was inspired?Doesn't it mean that if you steal a chicken, you won't lose a lot of rice?

"I didn't think about anything." Lytle muttered as he walked forward, trying to cover up: "There is something better in our castle!"

Hecha was silent for a while, then said: "If you say that, others will think that I am extravagant."

"Why are you so troublesome?" Lytle poked his shoulder with his finger in dissatisfaction: "I can't even say hello!"

"If you say a few more good words, maybe it will be all right?"

Lytle snorted and said, "Then you might as well dream."

The body of Earl Omans was carried to the main hall, Her Majesty the Empress turned pale from his horror, and tightly held the emperor's wrist.

The emperor caressed comfortingly, while raising his hand to let the body be lifted down, he turned his gaze to Hecha, heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled: "You did a good job."

Hecha brought up Lytle: "It was Lytle who created the tool to resist the puppet and ruled the Earl of Omans."

The queen looked at He Cha, then at Lytle, a little boy with red lips and bright teeth, and beckoned to him: "Come here."

Lytle rubbed his hands in embarrassment, and sneaked a glance at Hecha.

Hmmmm?Is he going there?

"Go ahead." Hecha gave him a push.

The legendary Madam Ke Liya, the empress, is bitter and mean, and she looks like a strong woman all the year round. Now it seems that they are all rumors. She is obviously dignified and elegant, with a generous manner, and she is completely different from his Tisha!

Lytle slowly moved to her side. Since he didn't know what expression to make, he could only smirk at her: "Thick."

Queen Kelia was amused, she took Lytle's hand and glanced at Heza, "Do you love him?"

Lytle was dumbfounded, oh, what is she talking about?Love who?Love Asshole Hecha?

He felt his heart beating wildly, and the heat burned from the soles of his feet to his skull.

Queen Ke Liya narrowed her eyes, looked at it carefully and said: "This look, it seems that it is indeed love."

Lytle's ears were buzzing, and he lowered his head.

Queen Kelia took off her bracelet and put it into his wrist. The boy's wrist was slender, so it didn't feel tight.

Lytle couldn't hear what the queen said softly, and when she came back to her senses, she walked automatically on the corridor of the palace with both feet.

"Oh, have I been hypnotized?" He stared at the exquisite and small bracelet and said, "This is for women!"

Hecha laughed and said, "This means that Her Majesty the Queen has acknowledged our relationship."

"Okay." Lytle lowered his wrist and poked him with his elbow: "Isn't His Majesty your uncle? Why didn't you stop him at all but seemed happy?"

Hecha raised his eyebrows: "What are you referring to?"

Lytle suddenly felt a little awkward, he stood on the spot, stepping on his left foot and stepping on his right foot: "Oh, it's nothing..."

Hecha understood, put his arms around him and said: "Your Highness is afraid that I will become the second Omans because of my great achievements, so I am a little jealous, but if I hold a wedding with Little Aina, I will have no heirs, so he is more relaxed. Tone."

Lytle put his arms around his arms and concluded: "Nobles are really not good people, even relatives are wary of each other, tsk tsk."

Hecha raised his eyebrows: "Who gave you so much prejudice? Although we are wary of each other, it is not without family affection."

Lytle moved his ears, squinted at Hecha, and asked, "Will you be wary of me in the future? Hmm?"

This little cutie still needs him to beware?

Everything in his heart showed on his face.

Seeing that Hecha had stopped talking, Lytle immediately bristled with anger, his eyes widened bigger than a cow: "Huh huh?!"

Hecha hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek: "I love you."

Lytle trembled, and the face of the kissed side blushed quickly. After a while, he hugged him slightly, and muttered: "Gululu, Gululu."

A month later, a grand wedding was held in Moyervia City. The bride was Miss Lani, who used to live in the castle, but now she seemed to be no longer a bride, but a young master in a black tuxedo. Miss Lani, let the townspeople sigh.

Tisha happily made a skirt for herself—oh, this is the first time she wears a skirt, after all, her figure is really not suitable for such a ladylike thing, but since the master became a duchess, she no longer wears a skirt. There is no need to suffer, and there are even countless nutrient solutions to enjoy.

The gardeners in the manor were watering and trimming the flowers and plants. Her master always got up late, even with a sore back and a backache, and would have petty temper tantrums with the Duke. Fortunately, that night, he was able to coax the little master She had to get into his bed happily and obediently.

Tisha swept the corridor and hung the portrait of the third Duke of Moyervia on the wall, next to the portrait of Lytle. He was wearing a gray servant uniform with a blushing face, and the name below was Lytle. Hecha, this is what he looked like when Heza first saw him when he entered Moyevia.

The author has something to say:

It’s over, I’ll probably write another episode worth [-] to [-] yuan, let’s write about Lytle’s life as a servant a year ago~ Write about how he caught the attention of Duke Hecha~