don't make me wear a skirt

Lytle twisted and sighed.

Hecha pinched his face, and said strangely: "You seem disappointed?"

Lytle laughed "hehe" twice, and said quietly: "Actually, I came to Moyevia for an ulterior purpose."

"Oh?" Hechai asked involuntarily, looking at the black head that only showed a cluster of small seedlings, "Can you tell me secretly?"

thick.

A trace of guilt flashed through Lytle's heart for the lie he was about to tell, and he was soon dazzled by the joy of getting the nutrient solution.

"It's actually like this. A long time ago, our family made a living selling puppet master nutrient solution."

Hecha nodded thoughtfully.

Lytle continued: "Then a bully came to the city! It was sinister and vicious, and my old and decrepit father became addicted to gambling, so he owed a lot of money and was displaced. The bully took our nutrient solution and robbed us. The formula, and we need to make a whole warehouse within the specified time, otherwise we will be thrown into the sea and fed to the sharks!"

"Old and decrepit?" Hecha had doubts about his choice of words.

"Oh, that's not the point—" Lytle said heavily: "The point is, we will be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks if we can't get out the nutrient solution..."

After all, he wiped away the tears he had forced out.

He Cha thought for a while, and said clearly: "So you want to obtain the nutrient solution in the castle."

Lytle quickly stretched out his smooth arms from under the quilt, and patted his shoulder vigorously: "You are so smart, you can understand everything!"

Hecha grabbed the slender wrist, put him back under the bedding, and warned: "You don't know the punishment for the crime of theft, do you?"

Lytle's eyes were dark and bright, and he was confident: "Don't worry, the stupid Duke Hecha will never catch me!"

Hecha asked, "And why?"

"I won't tell you." After Lytle blurted out his refusal, he was afraid that the kind big blond butler would stop giving him a delicious dinner if he got angry, so he explained: "Oh, that's my life-saving skill, so I can't say it casually. from."

Hecha, who was given the title of stupid duke and kind-hearted, didn't answer. He just touched his forehead and said, "You have a fever, you should take a good rest and don't make trouble."

Lytle had a full understanding of the word "rest". He patted the quilt and began to care about the safety of the big blond butler: "If you saved me, you offended Alice. You won't be kicked out, right?"

Hecha pursed her lips and said, "Miss Alice has been taken back to think about it behind closed doors, and she won't come out again in a short time."

"Hmm?" Lytle felt incredible: "Has she fallen out of favor? Duke Hecha doesn't like her anymore? The feelings of nobles are really cold."

"..."

Hecha decided to justify himself: "He didn't like Miss Alice."

Lytle was even more unbelievable: "If you don't like it, why do you still want to be her fiancé? Don't you take up the latrine and don't shit? Aristocrats are really not good things."

Hecha coughed violently several times, and changed the subject: "You seem to be prejudiced against the nobles. Was your father who was deeply involved in gambling hurt by the nobles?"

"No." Lytle moved his head and gave himself a comfortable pillow position.

"Ok?"

This little guy looks like he has a grudge against the nobles.

"Because I hate the rich." Lytle was confident, and then asked the man in front of him in surprise: "Which commoner doesn't hate the rich? Don't you hate the rich? Hmm?"

Hecha tried to show the good of the nobility: "But the bed you sleep on and the steak you eat are all things of the nobility."

"Oh, that's because you know how to flatter." Lytle covered the quilt up, and his black eyes turned around flexibly: "Some people are born with this god's technology, such as you, but I can't , I always pat my ass on the horse's leg."

Hecha strongly felt what it means to flatter a horse's leg, and he was very curious whether someone could not help but want to beat him when he said this.

Lytle and Hecha stared wide-eyed for a moment, his stomach growling with hunger.

"Oh, I'm hungry."

Lytle looked at him anxiously.

Hecha made a reading comprehension of his words, and realized that he was sending himself to serve him tea and water. Strangely, he didn't feel displeased at all, and stood up miraculously.

"That's right." Lytle suddenly thought of something, and pulled his arm: "You can't tell Duke Hecha what I just said, or I will be finished."

Hecha went down his arm, pressed the soft flesh of his armpit, and said with a smile: "Got it."

"Aww." Lytle's heart beat twice violently, he retracted his arms like a tornado, and rolled several times on the bed.This guy!Tickle him like that? !

Hecha rubbed his fingers, reminiscing the touch of his hands, soft and soft, like quick-soft tofu.

In the kitchen, the old housekeeper couldn't believe his eyes.

"Why did you come in person?!"

You must know that the Duke eats three meals a day on time, and rarely comes here to look for food.

Hecha explained in a good-tempered manner: "Miss Alice made things difficult for the little servant, he is hungry, I'll help get some food."

The old housekeeper's eyes turned black: "He, he, he, he dares to order you?!"

"He has a fever and is still very weak." Hecha subconsciously excused the little servant, and said with a smile, "He has thin arms and legs, and his physique is poor. I'm afraid he'll faint again."

The old butler didn't show it on the face, but there was a shocking wave in his heart. The Duke has never cared so much about a servant!Still a valet!The ordinary servant was thrown into the stinky ditch, and His Excellency only carefully told the person who sent him back to seek medical treatment in time. Now it seems that the new servant gave His Excellency an ecstasy.

"Aina...uh, I mean that manservant, does he still use...to do work today?"

The old butler wiped the sweat from his forehead, trembling.

Hecha thought for a while, and replied, "Let's wait for his fever to subside first."

"By the way." He walked halfway, turned around and said, "I just need a personal servant by my side, let him follow me in the future."

Back in the bedroom, Lytle sat up wrapped in a quilt, and saw Hecha as if he saw a rescuer: "Oh, big blonde, why are all my clothes gone?"

He Cha raised his eyebrows: "Have you forgotten how you were brought out?"

Lytle no longer dared to sleep naked in the manor, it was too dangerous, he sniffed his nose, and glanced at the porridge in Hecha's hand, suddenly lost his appetite.

"I hate eating vegetables."

"Then what do you want to eat?" Hecha put the porridge on the wooden table and folded his arms.

"Chicken leg." Lytle showed a flattering smile: "Can you help me get another chicken leg?"

Hecha sat on the bedside and looked at him for a moment: "Do you think it's appropriate to appoint a superior over and over again?"

Lytle said in an understanding tone: "I know, you are used to being the manager, so you don't like to do this or that, but occasionally the roles are reversed so that you will not become proud and relaxed. You can also be around Duke Hecha. Better to tighten your tail and be human."

Hexa was stunned that the little guy could turn black into white.

"Go." Lytle waved to him: "Bye."

Hecha stood in the corridor for a while, then went back to open the door: "Do you want soy sauce or grilled...?"

Lytle squatted on the floor and crawled through the closet. He froze for a few seconds when he heard the movement, and then continued to lie down.

Hecha's eyes moved from the slender waist to the bare buttocks, which were plump and round, in stark contrast to the light arms.

An evil fire welled up in his heart inexplicably, and he wanted to touch it.

"baked!"

Lytle turned around and quickly protected his little Haw—God knows, he wasn't ashamed of being seen naked, but because he was afraid that his slender, hairless little thing would be exposed to the public and be laughed at.

He jumped forward and slammed the door shut.

"It will grow up." Lytle glanced at the limp little baby, and comforted himself: "I am the only one who can grow again."

Lytle hummed a little tune, and put on a long coat for himself, which covered his buttocks and thighs, oh, and his short stature also made him very dissatisfied!

His dream is to be a strong warrior like Tisha, of course only in terms of force, not IQ.

When Hecha came back, he saw that the little manservant had already put on his coat by himself, and lay sprawled on the bed.

Lytle bounced off the bed and started comparing him to him.

God, the big blonde is a head taller than him!

His eyes immediately burst into flames of jealousy: "Why are you so tall? Are you genetically mutated?"

Hecha rubbed the space between his brows. He didn't know why, but the little servant's white butt was always in his mind, which made him want to press it on his leg as soon as he got close, and opened the long gown to take a closer look inside.

Seeing that the big blonde didn't answer, Lytle thought he had some secret recipe for growing taller, but he was stingy and didn't want to share it, so he ate the chicken leg and ate the vegetable porridge angrily.

"Don't talk about pulling it down, I'm going to steal the nutrient solution later!"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Hecha from the corner of his eye from time to time.

Hecha nodded his head: "Sleep first."

Lytle patted his chest: "I'm very energetic!"

Hecha said: "Then you go to work, have you washed today's clothes? Have the dishes been served? Has the hallway been cleaned?"

Lytle stared angrily, then closed his eyes and put his face on the wooden table: "Oh, I'm dizzy, so uncomfortable... Can I still see the sun tomorrow..."

Hecha was unmoved: "Then rest obediently."

Lytle showed one eye from the crook of his arm: "Unless you tell me the secret of growing taller, thick."

Hecha replied seriously: "Moyevia has a special cavalry training camp, and it is possible to grow taller after five or six years."

Lytle was in high spirits: "What do training camps usually do?"

"Morning jogging with heavy loads, sword practice, sparring." Hecha gave a few examples in general.

"So troublesome?"

Lytle lay back on the bed after eating, touched his bulging belly: "Forget it, I would rather pray to God to move the meat from my belly to the top of my head when I dream."

He Cha laughed and said, "You have meat on your stomach?"

In fact, he was often hungry in Wangcheng, because most of the gold coins were used to make puppet parts and buy maintenance and nutrient solutions. The rich puppet masters basically followed the nobles.

Many nobles have strange hobbies, and he doesn't want to be with them.

"Yes." Lytle is very obsessed with the flesh on his body: "Actually, I am a fat man, and soon they will all be turned into muscles."

Hecha couldn't believe it: "You're so thin, how can you still call yourself fat?"

Lytle was most afraid of being disturbed and touched, and fell into his arms: "Oh... itch... itch..."

He Cha innocently said: "There is no fat."

"Okay, okay." Lytle panted on his shoulders: "I, I admit it, but you can't tickle me anymore."

Hecha didn't tickle him, but pressed him into his arms in a planned way.