don't make me wear a skirt

The weather was hot, and the citizens of Moyevia placed the melons and fruits on the stalls in an orderly manner as usual, shouting enthusiastically.

Watermelons are the most popular in this season, and the city guard cavalry is no exception. Before going to work, they bought a big one and shared it.

They raised their heads inadvertently and saw a strange scene.

In the distance, a strong woman and a strong man are rushing forward carrying a wooden plank. On the wooden plank lies a slender boy, whose face is covered by a black cloth, lifeless.

"What's going on?" The cavalry stopped them.

The woman was dressed in a clean and tidy maid outfit. When she heard the question, she just stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do, and there were still dense beads of sweat on her forehead.

The man was quite clever, so he stuffed a bag of gold coins to the cavalry in a fawning manner, and said with a smile: "My little master has a serious illness, and the doctors in the small town can't cure it, so I can only come here to try my luck."

The weight of the gold coin made the cavalry show off his face. He glanced at the boy on the wooden board with disgust and asked, "Isn't it an infectious disease?"

"No, no." The man quickly waved his hands, and said in a low voice: "The disease on the face, my master has been disfigured."

After all, he lifted the black cloth, revealing half of the hole.

Sure enough, there was a big scar.

Seeing that the disease was not contagious, the cavalry waved their hands and agreed with them to enter the city.

After entering the center of Moyervia, Tisha and Luka put down the wooden plank wheezingly.

Lytle pulled off the black cloth, and his cheeks were still a little stinging when exposed to the air. The boy's skin was fair and tender, his face was only the size of a palm, his black eyes were shining, and the scar at the corner of his left eye made the whole face look different. coordination.

Lytle put his hands on his hips, gave the honest maid a shudder, and criticized dissatisfiedly: "We were almost exposed! Your acting skills, Tisha! You have to show the sad mood at the moment! Painful expression! Wandering heart! And It’s not just standing around and watching a play foolishly!”

Tisha scratched her head foolishly, and asked, "But master, you are not sick, you are just burned by the medicine, why should we lie?"

"Oh, I want to use your brain to think about it." Lytle hopped his feet resentfully: "Should we just say go to Duke Hecha to steal the nutrient solution? Our goal is to enter the city in a healthy and healthy way." , instead of carrying it in sideways with a blue face."

"Aren't you the one who was carried in by us with a blue face?"

Tisha looked at her master blankly, still not understanding.

Lytle stomped his feet angrily.

"It's different. One is pretending, and there is still a chance to save it, and the other is real, and it's gone when you close your eyes and kick your feet." Luka saw that the two of them were about to fight, so he had to help explain: "We Without bringing goods, it is less likely to be suspected and less unnecessary troubles if you pretend to be a patient and go to the city."

"Yeah, why can't you be smarter?"

During Luka's explanation, Lytle poked his head out and looked vigilantly at the huge manor in the distance. Boys and girls in shabby clothes were lining up to go inside.

He speculated: "It seems that Duke Hecha's mansion lacks servants."

A perfect plan formed in his mind.

Lytle wiped mud on his neat clothes, tore up the corners of the clothes, and walked out in a fair manner.

Before going out, he turned his head abruptly and commanded viciously to Tisha who wanted to follow: "Don't come here! Your IQ will affect my performance!"

Tisha hung her head in frustration.

Luka patted her on the shoulder comfortingly: "The master is afraid that you are too honest to lie, which will cause his plan to fail, and it's not that he dislikes you."

Lytle said triumphantly: "According to reliable sources, Sirek Hecha, the lord of Moyervia, is extravagant, stupid, and incompetent. This kind of nobleman is the best to deal with. You just wait outside and wait for me to win a big victory." news."

After speaking, he quickly got out of the alley, followed many servants swiftly, and entered the manor together.

The Duke's manor was really different, with birds singing and flowers fragrant inside, and even a special organist playing. The gardeners were trimming weeds and peonies, humming ditties, with happy smiles on their faces.

Lytle looks like a country bumpkin, looking left and right, and even wants to touch everywhere.

Waiting for them was an old man with a white beard. Next to him was a man with blond curly hair. He seemed to be recuperating with his eyes closed. The old man was sitting on a bench, looking solemnly at the submissive servants.

"Too thin." The old man dismissed the first one.

"Not clever." The old man dismissed the second one.

The remaining servants looked unstable.

Seeing that they couldn't figure it out, Lytle hesitated, so he raised his head and stood forward.

Thick, he could even hear the voice of the other party exclaiming and admiring, crying and begging him to enter the manor. Excellent people are always so confident.

In fact, the old man just frowned and looked at him with disgust, and waved his hand to signal him to roll round: "Skinny and ugly, with sharp eyes, no pass."

Hmmmm?Is his grand plan about to be terminated by the damn old man before it succeeds? !

Lytle said unwillingly: "You can't just deny me because I'm ugly. I have many talents, and I can also make the master happy."

The old man scratched his eyebrows and asked, "How do you make the master happy? Show it."

Lytle directly made a face.

The scars on his face were twisted together, and there was a moment of ferocity.

The old man was instantly so ugly that he fell off the chair, rolled in a circle, and got up tremblingly.

The servants behind let out suppressed laughter.

The old man became furious and told him to get out quickly: "You will scare Miss Alice like this!"

"They all laughed!" Lytle fought back: "You old bastard who backtracks! Words don't count!"

The reasons for the servants' laughter obviously had nothing to do with his grimace, and it was entirely because he was rolling on the ground. The old man became even more angry, and signaled to use force to drive this annoying guy out.

Hecha opened his eyes, frowning as he was awakened by the yelling.

"My lord." The old man hurriedly saluted, turned his head and yelled at the cavalry who was holding Lytle's arm, "Are you guys playing Tai Chi?! He disturbed your lord to sleep, hurry up and pull him down!"

"I don't want it, I don't want it!" Seeing that his prospects for obtaining the nutrient solution were slim, Lytle struggled to pull the chair and refused to leave, and a red mark was scratched on Bai Nen's arm.

Hecha had never seen a commoner who was so lively when he saw a nobleman, Hecha waved to him with great interest: "Come here."

The old man was taken aback, because it was Miss Alice who was clamoring to find a servant, that lady was of noble status, and Duke Hecha had to put on a show, but he didn't expect him to intervene in person—he never liked to interfere in trivial matters.

Lytle broke free from the restraints of the cavalry, ran to the side of the blond man, and asked cheerfully, "Are you willing to let me stay? Hmm?"

Look at this guy, blond and blue-eyed, with an extraordinary appearance, he is probably a housekeeper, he is different from ordinary stinky crickets, no wonder he has the eyes to recognize a hero and can discover his inner beauty.

"Put out your hand."

Can this guy tell fortunes?

Lytle obediently showed him his hand.

Hecha swept across the red mark on his arm caused by being caught by the cavalry without any trace. There was no calluses on the palm of his hand. This is not the hand of a servant, it is clearly the young master with delicate skin and tender flesh.

"You want to stay and work in the manor so much?"

"Yeah!" Lytle nodded like garlic.

He Cha raised his head with a half-smile, and said slowly, "Miss Alice is difficult to get along with. She just threw a maid into a stinky ditch to swim."

"Oh, so you want a manservant who is strong and can swim in a stinking ditch?"

"That's right." Hecha pressed his palm and said, "You are not suitable."

Lytle didn't care about Alice, he only wanted to get the nutrient solution hidden in the castle, so he patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, butler, I will neither offend Miss Alice nor be thrown away by her." Into the stinky ditch!"

"The butler?"

Hecha looked into his confident eyes inquiringly.

"Aren't you the big housekeeper?" Lytle was a little strange. He was dressed in gorgeous clothes, rich or expensive, unlike ordinary servants. Could it be that he secretly wore noble clothes to show off his aura?

"Oh, it turns out that you are secretly acting as a housekeeper. You will be scolded if you do this, so you should take it off and put it away." He kindly reminded.

What is this kid talking nonsense about? !How dare he speak to Duke Hecha like that? !

The old man's beard almost fell to the ground from his fright.

He wanted to stop Lytle from continuing to make mistakes, but Hecha showed a meaningful smile: "Thank you for the warning, just come to me if there is any situation."

Lytle got his wish and stayed with other carefully selected servants.

Soon, other people were sent to Alice's side, but his task became responsible for washing the clothes of Duke Hecha.

Lytle stared worryingly at a large tub of dirty laundry.

Oh, in fact he never did laundry.

Lytle decided to ask the other servants in the castle for advice.

What he asked was the little manservant who was also in charge of doing the laundry. The little manservant was from a poor family. He used to wash a lot of clothes by himself. Seeing that he was exhausted, the old housekeeper gave him an extra five gold coins as a subsidy every month. Lytle came, and someone helped him share it, so the subsidized gold coins would naturally disappear.

"You don't know how to do anything, what kind of servant are you?!" The little manservant turned indifferently: "Go home and farm honestly."

The little servants at Duke Hecha's estate were not friendly at all.

After being brutally rejected, Lytle stared at a pile of dirty clothes in a daze. After passing through the water, he just dried them and put them on the drying rack.

The little manservant glanced at it, and said with a sneer, "You haven't washed your collar, if the housekeeper finds out, you'll be let go sooner or later!"

Lytle blinked his eyes, walked slowly to the position of the little manservant, then pushed him to where he was standing, and said with his hands on his hips, "Why are you washing so dirty? You didn't even clean your collar! I suggest you Wash it again, or you will be fucked sooner or later!"

The little manservant was shocked by his shamelessness, but he didn't react for a while.

Lytle clapped his hands, hugged the empty wooden tub that the servant had finished drying his clothes in his arms, wiped away the unwarranted sweat, and walked back while muttering: "Oh, the clothes are washed and dried, one day It's exhausting to finally finish the job."

The little manservant watched in a daze as he gradually walked away, and then complained to the old housekeeper angrily.

"He didn't do anything at all! He just stared at the wooden basin in a daze! He also took my achievements as his own credit! It's shameless!"

The old butler was shocked and furious when he heard this, and the new servant was too courageous. He personally came to Lytle's thatched hut, scolded him directly, and punished him by putting the dirty clothes back into the tub for rewashing. Otherwise, they will not even be allowed to eat dinner.

The old servants at Duke Hecha's estate were not friendly at all.

Lytle took the clothes pounding pestle and hammered it twice, and then he lost his strength.

He was tired and hungry, his eyes widened, and after a brief blank mind, he suddenly thought of what the blond butler said.

Oh, and go to this guy for help.

Picking up the wooden basin, Lytle walked towards the inside of the castle, what was that guy's name?

The cavalry outside the castle stopped him and said sternly: "Servants at the bottom are not allowed to enter."

Lytle shook the tub in dissatisfaction: "I want to return the washed clothes to Duke Hecha."

The cavalryman glanced at the tub, and said coldly: "This manservant, you haven't washed it yet, have you? Naturally, a dedicated servant will send it in after washing. You are not qualified."

Lytle snorted and said, "My lord duke specifically ordered some clothes to be washed with different soaps and different methods. I went in to discuss them. If your lord is not satisfied, you have to rewash them. Are you responsible for the extra work? Hmm Uh-huh?"

Although the cavalry still refused to step back, their expressions softened.

Lytle continued to work hard, with a sincere attitude: "You see, I am so kind, how could I do something to hurt the Duke? I really only go to the Duke if I have something to do."

The cavalry looked at him. Indeed, his thin and small body, even if he wanted to attack, the Duke could take it down with one hand, and he did not pose any threat.

"go in."

Lytle, who got permission, touched his face strangely, oh, does he really look so kind?

There are so many rooms in the castle, I thought it would take some time to find them—after all, the butlers are always on the move, and they have to take care of all kinds of complicated things, from the master's schedule to the clogging of the cesspit, everything must be considered .

Unexpectedly, he immediately saw a tall and handsome figure, the blond butler was leisurely cutting steak and black tea in the hall, surrounded by dozens of maids and servants, respectfully serving him tea and water.

Lytle didn't notice these things, he only saw the fragrant steak and his hungry belly.

When he came back to his senses, his eyes were bloodshot and he was standing in front of the long table holding the wooden basin, drooling shamefully.

"God—how did you get in?!" The maid at the door first noticed the situation.

Under the astonished eyes of the servants, Lytle put down the wooden basin, and stretched out his dirty hands to a small piece of steak on Hecha's silver plate: "Can I have a small piece? Hmmmm?"

"No."

Hecha quickly spun the fork in a circle, and slammed it heavily on the back of his hand covered with dirt.

"You are too stingy." Lytle withdrew his hand sadly: "You don't even give me meat."

Hecha pressed his temple: "Go and wash your hands first."

Lytle washed his hands under the dumbfounded eyes of the servants, and sat down on the wooden chair again, with a pair of black eyes eagerly looking at the steak on the silver plate—there was only the last piece left.

Then Hecha put the last piece in his mouth.

Lytle was so hungry that his head was dizzy. Seeing that his steak was in someone else's stomach, he immediately pressed his face on the long table in grief and indignation: "God, I have had hypoglycemia since I was a child, and I was so hungry that I didn't eat a meal. Will I die? Woooooo...Will my body be cremated? In fact, I want to be buried in the ground, and I will be buried in the ground, and maybe I will turn into a zombie in 100 years and ask you to settle accounts."

Hecha raised his eyebrows: "Why do you want to settle accounts with me?"

Lytle replied weakly: "Because if you don't give me dinner, if you don't eat dinner, you will be hungry, and if you are hungry, you will starve to death. My nutrient solution... I will die before I get the nutrient solution...It's too cruel ..."

"Nutrient solution?" Hecha rubbed his chin in thought.

Lytle realized that he had said something wrong, so he quickly covered his mouth in fright, and his head came to his senses: "What nutrient solution? Did you hear it wrong?"

"I heard it very clearly." Hecha ruthlessly interrupted his delusion.

Lytle's brain paused for a second, and then nodded clearly: "I know, it must be because your ears are not very good, so you must have misheard, I forgive you."

Hecha asked the servants to prepare another steak.

Lytle suddenly looked bright: "Is the steak prepared for me?"

Hecha acquiesced.

Lytle's eyes lit up, and he said to the servant who was about to go out: "I still want to drink milk tea, otherwise eating steak alone would be too dry and uncomfortable."

The corner of the servant's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help cursing secretly while walking in the corridor: "What's the matter with this newcomer? His face is thicker than a cow's hide, right?"

The seven-ripe steak is served, and the black pepper sauce is poured on the bubbling food, exuding a tantalizing aroma.

Lytle stuffed his mouth full and commented while chewing: "You are considered the kindest person in Duke Hecha's manor."

As soon as the words came out, a row of servants behind him were in cold sweat.

"Oh?" Hecha raised his eyes to see his relish, and asked with great interest, "Did someone bully you in the manor?"

Lytle took a sip of milk tea, then patted his rapidly bulging belly, and complained: "No, I just don't know how to wash clothes, and Duke Hecha has too many clothes to change every day, he thought he was Is it a boa constrictor? You don’t need to wash it when it sheds its skin, just throw it away and it’s done.”

He Cha thought about it and tried to explain: "All kinds of banquets and visits require different clothes. This is the most basic respect for the other party."

"Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back." Lytle pouted.

Hecha laughed and said, "Then what should I do to appear to understand you?"

Lytle rolled his eyeballs, revealing his white and bright teeth, and he quickly moved in with the chair.

The maid wanted to stop him, but Hecha shook his head slightly.

"I pretend to wash it and then hang it to dry, and then you count me as a pass, okay?" Lytle asked expectantly.

The author has something to say:

Luca was also Lytle's former puppet servant, who was later destroyed by Count Omans in Delance.