don't make me wear a skirt

"Oh, are you going to suffocate me?" Lytle slapped him.

Hecha hugged him a little tighter.

After an unknown amount of time, he let go of his hand, gathered the quilt, and said, "Go to sleep."

Lytle spent a month full of food and drink, carefree and carefree in the bedroom, and even almost forgot his purpose.

Fortunately, he was still conscious and did not forget the ultimate purpose of obtaining the nutrient solution. Lytle took a sweep away and sneaked around in the castle.

He walked around with a broom, but there were no clues.

The castle was too big, and he couldn't find the so-called warehouse where the nutrient solution was hidden.

Lytle turned around in a hurry, God, he won't return without success, will he?

Then, he saw Alice.

The annoying noble lady, obviously has a beautiful face, but her domineering personality makes the whole castle fear her.

Standing next to Alice was Big Blonde.

Lytle wondered, oh, didn't the big blonde say he didn't like Alice?Why are you still having a secret meeting with her?

In the distance, Alice hooked the big blond's arm and was still rubbing against his arms.

I don't know why, Lytle was inexplicably a little unhappy, he lost interest in looking for the nutrient solution, and walked back in frustration.

He Cha straightened up the limp Alice, frowned: "Are you in poor health?"

Alice smiled awkwardly: "I'm just a little hypoglycemic, and I can't stand steadily."

Hecha looked at her probingly: "Since you're not feeling well, you should take a good rest. You asked me out here, what's the matter?"

A trace of displeasure flashed across Alice's eyes: "Can't we go out for a walk if nothing happens? Have you forgotten what your aunt said?"

Lytle turned around early and walked back angrily, he felt that he was cheated!Da Jinya obviously likes Alice too!But he has been hiding it from him!Oh, he'd lied to himself as a friend!

Lytle also knocked over a vase on the way in anger.

He became even angrier, pointing at the vase and accusing angrily: "Why do you want to be my way?!"

This situation happened to be bumped into by the old housekeeper.

The old butler polished Duke Hecha's favorite vase with his own hands, and one was smashed when he turned around. He felt ten years older in the past month.

"Ai! Na!"

Lytle didn't hear it, and was still immersed in the grief of the big gold tooth deceiving him. Is this guy pretending to have a particularly good relationship with him every day?

The old butler grabbed his ear and pulled it outside the manor. In order not to leave any excuse for his atrocities, he specially dismissed the cavalry guarding the gate of the manor.

"Break the vase, wash the Duke's clothes, and throw the soap into Miss Alice's coffee, can you do some serious work?! Ah?!"

"Are all of you in charge so bad?" Lytle burst into tears in pain.

"You can get lost." The old butler was furious, pointing at the door and said, "This is not suitable for you."

"Oh." Lytle shook his head. He didn't find his nutrient solution or his gold coins, so he didn't want to leave.

The old housekeeper scolded him angrily, venting out all the anger that had been pent up in his heart for the past few days: "Useless stuff! Moyevia's offal! It's better to die than to live!"

Lytle was sullen, and immediately retorted without showing any weakness: "Do you want to die, old bald man? Do you want to let you rub on the smooth ground?"

The old butler was also angry, he pushed Lytle to the outside of the manor: "Get out!"

"I don't want to! Woohoo!" Lytle wiped his snot viciously on his clothes: "Look at my booger attack!"

"You, you, you! It seems that if I don't show some real skills, you won't be obedient." The old butler shook his beard, shook his head for a while, and made a terrible "creaking" sound with his fists.

"Are you going to hit me?" Lytle was suddenly frightened.

"Little bastard, see if I don't beat you to death, I'm so angry!" The old butler's face was blue and purple, and he looked at the snot sticking to his clothes, and became furious, and the movements of his hands also fell down.

"Big Blonde!" Lytle ran away, thinking that Big Blonde was still having sex with the hateful Alice, so he changed his tune and shouted: "Tisha!"

Tisha's ashen face appeared from outside the manor. Poor Tisha and Luka, ever since they were abandoned by their master outside the manor, they have lived a miserable life like no one wanted.

"Master, are you calling me?"

Lytle nodded frantically: "Oh, where is Luka? Come and help me stop this old bastard! He's going to throw me into the sea to feed the sharks!"

Tisha scratched her head and stepped forward.

The old butler bumped into his chest, which was as hard as an iron wall, stared at him, and fell to the ground, screaming in pain, "Hey, hey..."

Tisha stared blankly at the old butler, then scratched her head again.

Now that Lytle has someone to back him up, he immediately cheers up: "Tissa, throw him back into the castle!"

Although Tisha's mind was slow, her movements were still quick. She tied up the old butler's hands and feet, and stuffed a smelly sock into his mouth. The appearance of death still shivered from time to time.

"Oh, did you pretend he had a concussion?" Lytle stuck his head out from Tisha's back: "What did you stuff him, why does he look so familiar? And why do I feel that there is a smell in the air Stinky smell?"

While carrying the old housekeeper, Tisa skillfully bypassed various patrolling cavalry, and twisted her body embarrassedly: "Luka's stinky socks."

Lytle showed a suddenly realized expression, and was five meters away from Tisha in an instant, shaking his hands up and down to fan the wind in disgust: "No wonder there is a smelly feeling, will he be suffocated to death?"

"Probably not." Tisha glanced at the old butler who had fallen into a coma, and said with a silly smile: "Actually, Luka's socks are not very smelly, and you will get used to it after smelling it a lot."

Lytle gave a thumbs up: "You are really a good puppet who endures hardships and stands hard work."

Tisha looked down at her straw sandals with several holes showing her thumbs, and said, "Master, when can you help us get a new pair of shoes? Luka got it because he wore boring shoes bought for half a copper coin." Smelly feet."

"Hmm?" Lytle wanted to pretend he didn't hear it, but Tisha's eyes were too eager, so he could only pat her on the shoulder: "Actually, if you smell it carefully, it's not so unbearable. Be a human being."

Tisha put the old butler at the back door—the front door has cavalry handles, so you can't swagger in.

"Can you really move him?" Tisha worried.

"Of course." Lytle put him on the wooden board, tied a thick rope, and moved towards the front door hummingly: "Don't worry, hehehe, as a warrior, how could even a thin old man be ashamed?" Can't bear it?"

Tisha thought it was reasonable. She was intoxicated by the joy of her master finally growing up and learning to be self-reliant. She didn't see the slippery steps at all, and even took out a small handkerchief and waved it at him.

Half an hour had passed since Lytle moved the old butler to the gate of the castle. He was sweating profusely, squatting on the wall and panting twice.

"How is this going?"

The cavalry didn't know why. The old man lying on the wooden plank had a blue face, stiff hands and feet, and a strange posture due to the binding, but the little servant who carried him was in good spirits, which had to make them suspicious.

Lytle said sincerely: "Oh, I happened to see him in the field and brought him back."

One of the cavalrymen squatted down and sniffed the butler. Fortunately, it was relatively even. He wanted to take the socks out of his mouth, but he was stopped by the nervous Lytle.

"Oh, you can't touch him."

The cavalry said unhappily: "Little servant, don't you see that he is not breathing well and is on the verge of death? Do you want to suffocate him?"

"No." Lytle was afraid that the old butler would suddenly wake up and talk nonsense, so he rubbed his hands together and said in a low voice, "Actually, there is some mystery behind this."

The cavalry was taken aback for a moment, and his expression became serious: "What do you mean?"

"Thick, have you seen the shape of the bundle?" Lytle said mysteriously.

The cavalry touched his chin and observed carefully. A year ago, a masochistic pervert caught in the city of Moyevia also tied his hands behind his back in this posture, and bound himself in a cross shape. When he died, the corner of his mouth was still hanging. with a happy smile.

His heart skipped a beat, and he said in shock, "Could it be...?!"

Lytle "shh", "shh" several times, said seriously: "Since he is playing secretly in the field, he doesn't like people to expose this habit."

The cavalryman thought it was reasonable, but he couldn't believe it: "Pichili is very old, and he doesn't take care of his body..."

"You don't know that." Lytle put his hands on his hips: "He is always strong, you can't learn it."

The cavalryman nodded in understanding, echoed a few words, and whispered: "The old guy holds a grudge very much, you have to be careful! Don't be found out that you know his secret!"

Lytle looked at him solemnly, with thousands of words intertwined with his eyes, and then calmly dragged the board in, he decided to throw the old housekeeper into the grocery room to play with the giant insects crawling around inside. .

Laughing, Lytle met Hecha.

"What are you doing?" Hecha looked at the fainted butler and the valiant little servant, lost in thought.

Oh, he didn't want to see this bad guy who liked to tell lies.

"It's nothing." Lytle snorted heavily through his nostrils, and walked around him silently.

"Are you still sleeping together today?" Hecha asked.

Lytle was still angry and decided to ignore him for the time being.

After throwing the old housekeeper into the grocery room, he started sweeping the floor again, secretly destroying the vase he accidentally broke, sweeping from day to night.

There was no progress at all with the nutrient solution.

Because of the quarrel with the big blonde, Lytle could only eat his own dry bread in the thatched cottage.

Oh, it's time for the stingy Duke Hecha to improve his food.

Lytle tossed the half-eaten bread onto the dinner plate.

At night, in the quiet night, there were a few cicadas chirping from time to time, and flies buzzed in his ears.

After staring blankly at the ceiling for an hour, Lytle's stomach began to growl in rhythm.

"Oh, it's too bad."

Lytle slowly climbed out of bed, walked to the door unconsciously, and stopped suddenly at the moment he was about to step out.

Hmmmm?Obviously he didn't want to deal with big blonde hair, why did he still look for that guy?

Lytle blamed this kind of thinking on the polarized system in the manor. The food and living environment of the butler are really good!

He slowly moved back, climbed back to the straw bed, stared at the big green-eyed fly, trying to wave it away: "Go, go, don't disturb my sleep!"

"Buzz buzz." The fly tenaciously moved its fat body to his ear.

Lytle whimpered and turned over.

Five minutes later, he faced the fly again: "Buzz buzz."

Ten minutes later, Lytle stood at the door of Hecha's room with a pair of panda eyes.

Hecha opened the door with a gentle smile.

"I was late sweeping the floor today." Lytle blushed because of embarrassment: "That's why I was late."