don't make me wear a skirt

The little servant's eyes were shining brightly, and he was still chewing on the unswallowed steak, like a little hamster.

Hecha was amused, with a hint of joking: "Even if I cover you up, aren't you afraid that Hecha will find out?"

Oh, that's right, maybe the master of the castle will find the dirty clothes untouched, fly into a rage, and tell the butler to go with him.

"Okay, I can't trouble you." Lytle's expression darkened, and after retreating to his position, he licked clean the black pepper sauce and pasta residue on the plate.

"Hi, I should go." Lytle picked up the wooden basin, hiccupped contentedly, and walked outside slowly: "Thank you, big blonde, you seem to have a high status, I didn't expect you to be so OK, hey."

Hecha rested his chin thoughtfully.

The servants were in a trance, and even the action of collecting dishes seemed to be sleepwalking.

Early the next morning, the old housekeeper came to plead guilty in cold sweat with his washed-up clothes in his hands.

Hecha had just had breakfast and was reading military books. He looked up at the nervous old butler, raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the matter? This is the first time I've seen you so uneasy."

"Your dress...coat...all..."

The old butler showed He the clothes that were broken into pieces in the tub, and then lowered his head in shame: "My lord, it's all my fault for not teaching the newcomers well. He can't even wash clothes!"

Hecha pressed his eyebrows, and already knew who the servant who caused the destruction was, the little villain who blatantly wanted to take the steak from his silver plate yesterday.

"Is there any noble young master who has run away in each city recently?"

The old housekeeper was taken aback by the question: "Why do you ask such a question?"

Because he suspected that a young nobleman had sneaked into the manor to do bad things.

"It's nothing." Hecha still didn't confirm, but just ordered: "Just pay attention."

"Then these clothes..." The old housekeeper took out a strip of rags and shook them, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Just entering the manor, it is inevitable that there will be some inexperience, so let's forget about it." Hecha thinks the little servant who looks like a hamster is a bit cute, although the little guy always likes to tell lies that can be seen through at once, and he also likes to deceive himself. , but Hecha had no intention of expelling him.

——I don't know why, he especially likes to watch this little guy rack his brains to realize the lies he told.

Back to last night, Lytle had just finished dinner.

He originally wanted to work honestly and do things in a down-to-earth manner, so he poured his long-preserved cleaning agent into the wooden basin-a treasure specially used to scrub his own medicine bottles, who knew that many things could not be cleaned. In general, the clothes that had been poured with cleaning agent became extremely brittle, and when he tried hard, they became broken.

Oh, and at least the strips can be used as rags, and they're not completely useless.

Lytle felt relieved when he thought so.

Seeing this scene, the old butler was so angry that he almost fainted. After saying the word "you" four more times, he went directly to complain to Hecha.

"You can't tell Duke Hecha just because of such a trivial matter." Lytle's eyes turned into poached eggs, and he grabbed the old butler's arm: "Don't you want to be a kind old angel?"

The old angel butler sneered: "Instead of doing some useless work, it's better to pack your luggage first, so that it won't be too ugly when you roll."

Lytle was immersed in the grief of being kicked out of the manor. In fact, he didn't even find the shadow of the nutrient solution.

He was downcast for a long time, and he didn't do any work, which he attributed to the loss before he left.

"Ow—"

"Ow—"

"Ow—"

Lytle sighed.

"Oh what?"

At noon, the old butler finally returned to his thatched hut angrily.

"Damn it, why don't you go to work?!"

Lytle spread out on the grass bed like a salted fish: "I was traumatized physically and mentally, and they held me up and wouldn't let me get out of bed."

He was afraid of this kid, and in order to avoid Duke Hecha's clothes from being ruined again, he could only let him work in another place.

"From today onwards, you will be responsible for serving Miss Alice's food."

Serving the dishes is considered an easy job, and he didn't believe that he couldn't bear hardships and be troubled, yet the Duke still wanted to use his little devil to come up with some new tricks.

However, the cruelty of reality always hit his old face viciously.

The butler had two days of peaceful life. On the third day, the morning was fine, and there was no major problem. Unexpectedly, at night, when Miss Alice and Duke Hecha were having dinner together, an eardrum-shattering sound was played. fart.

Although Miss Alice is the fiancee of the Duke of Hecha in name, the servants in the castle know that the Duke is just perfunctory to His Majesty the Queen. After a while, he will send her away with the reason of inappropriate character.

As a result, many good opportunities to have dinner together were declined by Hecha with various reasons.

Miss Alice didn't think so, she felt that all the servants in the manor were targeting her!Frame her!Bully her!

They were jealous of her soon-to-be Mistress status!All the flirtatious, cheap, and scumbags want to take the opportunity to get on top!

When the fifth servant was thrown into the gutter, Hecha finally agreed to have dinner with her.

Alice personally picked the table cloth of cherry blossom pink, the long table was full of candles, and the violinist played beside her, everything was perfect.

Unexpectedly, she made a big joke when she dressed up carefully.

After eating the first steak, Miss Alice let out a loud fart, followed by dozens of serial farts uncontrollably.

Finally, Hecha put down the knife and fork, frowned and said, "Is Miss Alice feeling unwell?"

The servant behind him wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, covering his mouth and twitching.

Alice's face was flushed, her head was clouded, and her hand holding the knife and fork was shaking.

"As for the toilet, there is one upstairs."

The stench in the air made Hecha stop swallowing. He maintained a gentleman's smile and suggested kindly.

Alice ran away in despair.

This long-awaited dinner ended without a problem.

But Alice would never let it go, she started a thorough investigation, and finally, she found that the coffee she drank at noon actually contained soap impurities, and the culprit was the new ugly servant, a man named Aina.

She was furious, and immediately decided to settle accounts with this servant.

Alice searched all over the thatched hut where the servants lived, but she didn't find a servant named Aina. She even dragged the old housekeeper out of his sleep. How could there be such an unruly and daring servant in the manor? !

After returning to the castle, she saw a man with a scar on his face and wearing a servant's uniform sitting in the hall talking and laughing with her fiancé.

He even reached out with his dirty hand to put a steak on Hetcha's plate and stuff it into his mouth.

Duke Hecha smiled and patted his head.

Alice's sharp nails dug into the flesh, leaving bloodstains. It's not like she hasn't seen male servants who want to climb into the bed to gain profit. There are countless in the royal city. The people of the Xihuo Empire are open, and there are also a few nobles and men who hold weddings. , but it is a minority after all, which nobleman does not want to leave descendants to inherit his title and a large amount of wealth?

The next day, she found a reason to punish the shameless servant Aina, and soaked his brain in water to wake up.

She sneered at Lytle, who was struggling to breathe but still glared at her with black eyes: "You seem to be very dissatisfied with me, but it doesn't matter, you can go to hell with your dissatisfaction, there are some dissatisfaction in hell time."

Alice was not happy for a long time, when suddenly a deep voice came from behind her, which shocked her who was so proud.

"What a coincidence, Miss Alice."

Alice's complexion went from being rosy at the beginning, to gradually pale, and finally blue and purple, and her figure was crumbling.

As the rope hanging Lytle's ankle was cut, he fell into the big bucket with a plop. The bucket was bubbling, but no one came up, and it seemed that he was about to die.

The cavalry moved quickly. They wanted to bring Lytle back wrapped in a large towel.

Hecha endured it, looked at the servant's disastrous little face, and finally said, "Let me do it."

The cavalry were taken aback. They heard that a new servant had recently sat at the Duke's long dining table. The mere servants would definitely not be treated so well. Coupled with Miss Alice's outraged attitude, it was inevitable that they would look elsewhere.

"Go get a doctor."

Hecha dropped these words, lifted the little boy's butt up, and brought him back to his bedroom.

Lytle's long, wet hair fell to his shoulders.

As long as Hecha glanced over his head slightly, he could face the fair cheeks. The skin was tender and tender, and the lips were plump and rosy, which was very attractive. It was this scar, which was too hideous. When he touched it subconsciously, he was surprised to find that , The scar is not an external injury, it seems to be produced from the inside.

Heza walked down his long thin neck, lingering on the thinning hair for a moment, then dried him and put him under the covers.

The doctor came in a hurry, looked at his tongue coating, and prescribed some medicines.

"Caught a cold, was frightened, had a little fever, nothing major."

Hecha asked, "Can the scar on his face be healed?"

The doctor looked at it carefully for a moment, then took a silver needle and pricked Lytle's ring finger, and the blood came out. After tasting the blood, he thought about it: "He used to take a special medicine, which seems to be the backlash of the medicine. The reaction can only be cured completely by knowing the ingredients."

He Cha nodded to show that he understood, and the doctor retreated silently knowingly.

Lytle felt a warm breath enveloping him, and after several comfortable rubs, he finally lifted his heavy eyelids.

The moment he opened his eyes, the face of the man with golden curly hair came into view. His hands were still on his face. The warm breath turned out to be the soft bedding, as if trapped in cotton—the grass he had slept on for several days. Bed, don't want to get up now.

"Oh, big blonde, we meet again." Lytle glanced at the furnishings in the house enviously: "Do all the butlers live in such a nice house?"

Hecha was noncommittal, but asked, "Why did you get into trouble again?"

"It's Miss Alice." Lytle rubbed comfortably in the quilt: "I accidentally dropped the soap into her coffee, and I heard that she farted a few more times while enjoying the candlelight dinner."

Hecha smoothed his messy hair: "Why are you so courageous?"

"Thick, that's not the key." Lytle bared his front teeth and asked mysteriously: "The key is that I discovered a secret."

Hecha raised an eyebrow.

Lytle bumped into him and asked gossipingly, "Does Miss Alice like you?"

Hecha's hand stopped, and he said calmly, "Yes."

"So that's how it is!" Lytle suddenly realized that he was wrapped in a quilt and quickly approached, blushing with excitement: "No wonder she let me go so obediently, it turned out that she likes you, since she is Duke Hecha's fiancee, Hecha Isn't it green on the top of the head now? Hmmmm?"

Hecha reluctantly said, "Almost."

"Then do you like her?" Lytle rolled his eyes twice.

Hecha frowned: "I don't like it."