don't make me wear a skirt

Lytle held the empty vegetable basket as if he had been greatly frightened.

"This is your masterpiece for four hours away?!"

The cook was so angry that she turned around and complained to the old housekeeper.

The old butler had long disliked Lytle, and told Duke Hecha as soon as he turned around.

"It's too much! It must be punished! Otherwise, he will get worse and worse, and you won't even pay attention to him!"

So Hecha, who should have been trampled under his feet, took Lytle, who was so frightened that he didn't buy any food, into the bedroom for punishment.

Hecha looked at the little guy who was trying to combine with the dishes, raised his eyebrows and said, "You have been out for so long, why didn't you bring anything back?"

Lytle finally came out of the terrible mood. He was trembling all over, but his mind was spinning fast: "Oh, I'm just lost."

Hecha touched his chin: "Lost for four hours?"

Lytle is serious: "Everyone has flaws, shouldn't you be happy? Your wise servant overcame the difficulties instead of starving to death on the highway."

Heza pulled him to sit down: "So this is the reason why the same journey took an hour to return, but it took four hours today?"

Lytle quibbles: "That's because I didn't forget it a few days ago, but I suddenly don't remember it today."

Little nonsense.

Hecha didn't want to get entangled in this topic. He stroked the little boy's hair and said, "I like listening to Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales, can you read them to me?"

Does the guy want him to read fairy tales?Did the bastard Hecha have no childhood as a child so was looking for lost memories?

Lytle's nervous mood was relieved: "Okay, okay."

He picked up the book slowly.

Andersen's fairy tales are still inlaid with gold rims. It has to be said that nobles always like to spend money in useless places.

"Once upon a time, there was a temple—"

Lytle flustered, and mispronounced several words within two readings. He carefully glanced at Hecha, and then returned his gaze to the book.

Hecha put his finger on the center of his lips, and said with a smile, "You read it wrong, is there a temple in Andersen's fairy tales?"

"It's you who are influencing me!" Lytle simply put down the book, retracted into the quilt, trying to cover up: "Go, go! I'm going to sleep, no one can stop me!"

Hecha lifted him out like a chicken pecking rice.

"Oh! What are you doing? You won't even let me sleep? Are you a devil?!"

Hecha gags him.

Lytle kept saying "huh huh" and couldn't say a word.

After lingering for a while, Hecha put him to sleep.

This kind of sad treatment lasted for several months. Lytle was like a frightened bird. Every night when he went to bed, he nervously clutched his little chirp, for fear that Hecha would attack suddenly.

"Oh, is there really a nutrient solution in the castle?"

Lytle was in a depressed mood, and couldn't even get excited about eating steak. He didn't want to eat steak, so he swallowed the double-yolk egg next to him in one gulp.

It’s been almost a year since he came to Moervia, and apart from Hecha’s tendency to gnaw his lips, there is no new progress, such as the whereabouts of the nutrient solution, he didn’t even have a clue.

"What should I do?" He squatted at the entrance of the alley with Luka Tisha for a small meeting again while shopping for groceries: "If this continues, he will stab my ass to pieces sooner or later!"

Tisha suggested tangledly, "Why don't you leave first...Did Duke Hecha touch your ass again last night?"

Lytle suddenly blushed, and quickly covered her mouth: "No, no, Xu Xu talking nonsense!"

Tisha easily pulled away the master's arm, and said with a smirk, "Are you shy again? Didn't you feel comfortable before?"

"Are you daydreaming?!" Lytle grabbed Tisha's ear and said aggressively, "That's because the bastard Hecha gave me a massage and then pinched my butt! I just said that the massage was comfortable, not the butt It's also comfortable, do you understand? Do you understand?"

"I know... I know..." Tisha saved her ear from Lytle, and muttered aggrievedly: "Obviously you didn't make it clear..."

"Hmm?" Lytle put his hands on his hips, with a fierce look on his face.

Luca stood in front of Tisha without a trace: "Dear master, you should take action instead of being hammered on the ground by Duke Hecha."

Oh, that makes sense.

Lytle glared at him: "I can't beat him again, how do I make a move, eh?"

Ruka uses his knowledgeable brain to give thoughtful advice: "When you drink the truth, you can drink him."

Lytle felt wrong: "Some people fall asleep as soon as they get drunk, and I can't ask what I want at all."

Luka smiled mysteriously: "Did you forget the hallucinogen you got from Jelim recently, which can make your opponent say whatever they want?"

Lytle's face hurts: "I only have such a small bottle, and it will be gone after I use it up."

Luka patted him on the shoulder: "I don't want the child to be unable to trap the wolf."

Finally, Lytle agreed to the proposal, and he said eagerly, "Tissa, find my hallucinogen."

Tisha opened the interspatial bag and fumbled for the bottles and jars inside.

Time passed by, because of the end of not going back outside for a long time before, Lytle urged: "Hurry up."

Tisha was sweating profusely—the owner's bottles looked exactly the same, and it was very difficult to find them all at once.

She was afraid that the little master would scold in a hurry, so she hesitated to take out a bottle of the most similar bottle of indecisiveness.

Anxious Lytle directly pulled out the bottle, and said full of ambition: "Let's go!"

"That..." Tisha swallowed, her eyes glanced at the potion bottle in Lytle's hand from time to time, thinking about what to say.

"Okay, now let the bastard Hecha have a taste of us."

It can't always be the one he's being bullied about, can it?

"You!" Lytle interrupted Tisha's words, with a radiant face: "Be smart when you go in!"

Tisha was stunned: "I...do I want to enter the castle too?"

"Of course." Lytle pointed to Luka again: "You stand outside to respond, in case something happens, you can save us, and Tisha will just go around foolishly!"

"Then how do I get in?" Tisha lowered her head to look at the skirt.

Literto thought in his head, but quickly thought of a way.

He first returned to the manor and quietly waited for the opportunity.

In the castle, one day after another will be the time to find someone to clean the grocery room. Since the old butler was locked up in the grocery room for a day and a night last time, he has had a huge psychological shadow on the huge bugs in it since then. Even those who entered the grocery room backed away three points.

The enthusiastic servants unanimously decided to help the poor old housekeeper cure his mental illness.

The old housekeeper also felt that this was not good, and it was not easy to tell Duke Hecha for the sake of face, so he thought about secretly asking a doctor from outside the manor.

Lytle took this opportunity to knock out the doctor and let Tisha sneak in.

Tisha didn't know anything about medicine to treat diseases, so she could only imitate Lytle's foolish appearance and bought a bottle of medicine for the old housekeeper.

"What is this?" The old butler wanted to see the label on the bottle, but unfortunately there was nothing.

Tisha had an idea, and said, "Ancestor... a wonderful recipe handed down from the ancestors."

The old butler was dubious.

"Think about your illness." Tisha followed the script given by her master carefully and persuasively.

The old butler made up his mind and drank it in one gulp.

Tisha breathed a sigh of relief.

The old housekeeper became a little dull after taking the potion, and would speak foolishly.

What Tisha asked, he answered.

"How old are you?"

The old housekeeper replied blankly: "62."

Tisha asked curiously again: "How many hairs are there on your butt?"

The old butler replied without changing his expression, "36."

Tisha was dumbfounded.

How on earth did he count his own ass hair?

Lytle took advantage of the break time to connect with Tisha, and the old butler was already obediently lying on the bed and fell asleep.

For the first time, he was satisfied with Tisha's behavior. He circled around the motionless old man and gave a thumbs up: "How did you manage to keep him so quiet? Do you have hidden stunts that I didn't discover?"

"Hey." Tisha smiled innocently.

Lytle looked around and found that the location was right next to Hecha's bedroom, perfect!

"You just stay here!" He was full of ambition and confident: "Wait for me to return in triumph."

Tisha looked worriedly at the glass bottle in her master's hand, hesitated to speak.

"that……"

Lytle didn't listen, and quickly interrupted: "You! Don't come out to make trouble at night! No matter what you hear, stay quietly!"

Tisha swallowed the words she was about to say, and nodded obediently.

Thick, all set, just waiting for asshole Hecha to hook.

Lytle cheerfully added two glasses of red wine that he had prepared for a long time and put them on the bedside, then poured all the liquid in the medicine bottle into one of the glasses, and stirred them evenly.

He patted his thigh, sat upright, and looked around nervously.

Today, the bastard Hecha must obediently tell him where the nutrient solution is.

Lytle yawned several times, and when the ancient clock struck midnight, he finally waited for Hecha, who pushed the door open.

Hecha was slightly taken aback, usually the little thing would have already got into the bed and fell asleep, but today he sat with his chest up and his belly in his face, with a guilty look on his face.

Glancing around, there were two goblets on the wooden cabinet, with red liquid flowing inside, he raised his eyebrows: "When did you start drinking red wine?"

When Lytle saw the target person appear, he cheered up immediately, and handed him the red wine in a desperate manner, his eyes shining with anticipation: "Drink it quickly."

He checked the goblet in his hand and the one in the little guy's hand, and there seemed to be no difference.

"Are you waiting for me specially?" He Cha took his slender waist and sat back on the bed.

"Hmm." Lytle meekly didn't struggle, but moved closer and repeated: "Drink quickly."

Hecha looked at him inquiringly, and asked, "You won't hurt me, will you?"

Oh, of course he just wanted to know where the nutrient solution was.

Lytle nodded wildly.

Hecha didn't ask any further questions, and drank the red wine in his hand.

Before she had time to be happy, her soft lips pressed against her.

Lytle was forced to open his mouth and accepted half of the red wine that passed.

The tongues of the two entangled for a while, and when they parted, they pulled the silver thread.

Hecha pinched his chin, put the other goblet aside, and asked softly, "What did you drink for me? Huh?"

Lytle swallowed half of the red wine that Du put into his mouth before he realized it, and immediately turned into a dumb puppet.

God, what should I do now?

He turned around in a hurry, and what was even more frightening was that the medicine seemed to be taking effect, gusts of hot air rose up, and his skin became red.

Is this what hallucinogens do?

Lytle thought drowsily.

He was too hot, and in a daze, he lifted up his long shirt and pasted it in a cool place.

Enenen?Why are there big fireballs everywhere?

The big fireball has been tightly wrapped around him, leaving Lytle nowhere to escape.

"Hot." He muttered under his breath.

The sound of the big fireball was intermittent as Lytle's consciousness became blurred, as if he was sighing.

"Little Aina, do you think I can't do it? Is that why you are feeding this medicine?"

In the middle of the night, Tisha was drowsy, and suddenly there was a groaning sound from the bedroom next door, which she tried to suppress. She quietly opened the door and looked around, and found that it was the room where her master was waiting.

Thinking of the little master's instructions, she breathed a sigh of relief, showing the danger of satisfaction. It seems that the master is about to succeed, and he is coercing Duke Hecha to hand over the position of the nutrient solution!

Otherwise, how could she have heard the begging for mercy?

The author has something to say:

The extra episode is over~ Lytle's great escape and encountering Omans =. = Omans will not write.

By the way, new Wenqiu collection~

decency is the devil

Copywriter:

Chao Sheng grew up in the Demon Cult, and what he heard the most was——

The orthodox sects are all hypocrisy, sanctimonious hypocrites, if you encounter them, you should avoid them like a scourge!

Later, he sneaked into the Orthodox Church and discovered that what the brothers and sisters said was indeed true!

Especially the Yuqing faction, the largest sect in the martial arts world, whose sect master Zhong Qingmo is the most cunning and changeable!

The outline of the new article has not yet been coded, and the settings and people may change.

I will start a new article in about a month, and I plan to save more manuscripts, so that I don’t have to update it every day~