don't make me wear a skirt

Lytle took a sip, and almost didn't cry, and immediately put the cup back with a twisted expression.

Oh, God!The feeling of bread crumbs filling your mouth and flowing down your throat is like a flea dancing on the tip of your tongue!

He Zha looked at the barely sinking milk, and frowned slightly: "Miss Lanny hates the bread crumbs in the milk?"

Lytle said right away: "I just hate milk."

Hecha looked up at him, suspiciously.

Lytle stood firm with his head held high.

After a while, Duke Hecha smiled and said, "Then change it to soy milk, add oatmeal and bread crumbs."

Lytle looked at him angrily, the flames in his eyes seemed to burn the man in front of him to ashes.

Duke Hecha touched his little black head happily.

In the corridor back, the servant waited anxiously for Lytle's question, and he had even prepared the draft.

But this pretending Miss Lanny didn't seem to notice him, and she didn't have the sense of urgency to be smashed in a disguise, she even rubbed her fingers fascinated.

The male servant couldn't help but speak first: "Who the hell are you? Why are you pretending to be Miss Lanny?!"

Lytle finally remembered that there was a tail behind his ass that didn't like to take a bath.

Nosy guys are always so annoying, if Duke Hecha doesn't track it down, the servant in front of him might have already stationed in another city and took a bath.

Rather than like now, he had to find a rigorous and reasonable reason to deal with this freckle-faced manservant who had lost his master.

Lytle snorted twice, and said flickeringly: "Oh, it was not a good day. I met a puppet master who was unilaterally slaughtering a carriage."

The freckled face had an expression of humiliation.

Lytle immediately said: "He also saw me and wanted to kill me together!"

Freckled face humbly asked for advice: "Then how did you defeat him?"

"Down?" Lytle shook his finger: "I'm just an unlucky passerby, how can I resist the powerful puppet master?"

"Then how do you—?"

Lytle whispered to him mysteriously: "It was those slave puppets who killed each other and attacked their masters!"

The freckled face obviously didn't expect the plot to develop like this, he asked strangely: "Will the puppet still rebel?"

"Of course." Lytle blurted out: "I only got a general idea at the scene. The owner of the puppets put bread crumbs in the food they feed for a long time. This is a very vicious behavior! The puppets can't stand the years of oppression. , and finally attacked them together, beating the master to the ground, well done!"

Freckled face: "..."

"How did you escape?" Lytle recalled, and found that there was no image of this man in his memory, and the puppeteer would not let an insider go easily.

The freckled face whimpered bitterly: "Miss Lanny wants to rest her feet. The water in the water bag is not enough, so I will help her find a clean water source. Who would have thought that after returning..."

Lytle patted him on the shoulder: "My condolences will change."

The freckled face suddenly looked up: "You still didn't say why you pretended to be Miss Lanny!"

"Uh……"

Lytle thought hard about the reason: "That's because Miss Lanny was still alive at the time, and she used her last strength to tell me who was behind her killing, and asked me to continue pretending to be her, and help her avenge by the way."

The freckled face stared wide-eyed: "Isn't this a simple robbery?!"

Lytle nodded: "That's right."

The freckled face was surprised: "Do you know who is behind the scenes?"

Lytle continued to nod: "Yes."

The freckled face couldn't help asking: "Who is that person?"

Lytle showed a row of big white teeth: "I won't tell you."

Freckled face: "..."

Lytle's delicate face properly brewed a touch of grief: "This is Miss Lani's request. She won't let me reveal it to everyone. I can't go against her wishes."

"Second Miss must have done it!" Freckled face gritted his teeth angrily.

Lytle: "???"

"She was jealous that the eldest lady could marry the Duke of Hecha and enjoy the glory and wealth for a lifetime, without worrying about food and clothing, so she hired mercenaries to kill her secretly!"

Lytle nodded thoughtfully, with an unfathomable expression on his face.

The freckled face continued emotionally: "Second Mrs. Omans is jealous, cold and vicious. No one will want to hurt the eldest lady except her!"

"correct."

Lytle, eager to end the conversation, asked, "What's your name?"

"Ah?" The freckled face was interrupted, and he didn't react for a while.

"Name." Lytle repeated patiently.

Freckleface replied loudly and proudly, "Kerry."

"Charlie, go take a shower first." Lytle suggested sincerely: "You are too dirty and affect the environment."

The freckled face trembled violently: "My name is Keli!"

"Oh." Lytle waved to him: "Alright Charlie, go take a shower, Charlie."

After the freckled face left, Lytle stood there for a while, then turned the golden key in his hand, and slowly returned to the bedroom.

Opening the door of the bedroom, Lytle found that Tisha was cleaning the black cross.

"What are you doing?"

Tisha was shocked when she saw him: "You came back alive?"

Lytle's leisurely and contented face slowly turned red with anger: "I, very, beautifully resolved the crisis!"

Tisha put the cross back into the bag and asked in disbelief, "How did you keep the servant who just brought you back silent about your identity?"

Lytle said angrily: "He didn't even think about trying to expose me."

"This is very strange." Tisha touched her chin.

"It's nothing surprising." Lytle pulled off his heavy long skirt and got into the quilt: "He is not Miss Lani's servant at all."

Tisha folded the long skirt neatly and put it in the closet as if obsessive-compulsive, and paused after hearing the words.

"How did you know?"

Lytle only left his head out of the quilt: "This man has no calluses on his hands, and he is crying in a fake way, and he seems to be more curious about how I can defeat the puppeteer who attacked Lanny."

"He has other purposes?"

Tisha felt bad for a fly in Duke Hecha's castle. She thought that the owner would be able to spend a stable time, but now it seems that it is not easy to realize.

"It should be." Lytle patted the bedding indifferently: "What does this have to do with us, anyway, we won't stay here for long."

Tisha was silent for a while: "Have you found out where the warehouse for the nutrient solution is?"

"...Uh, no."

"Have you found the key to the warehouse?"

Lytle lowered his head, "...nor."

Tisha put her hands on her hips: "So what did you do during the few days you entered the castle?"

Lytle covered his head with a quilt: "Duke Hecha is suspicious of me! I must dispel his worries before I can act!"

Tisha spread her hands helplessly: "It's all due to your emotional instability every time you see him."

Lytle squirmed a few times under the quilt: "Well, I admit that I'm a little afraid of him."

Tisha questioned: "So who gave you the confidence that we will leave Duke Hecha's castle soon?"

"Actually, I haven't worked out a detailed plan yet, but I believe that it won't be long before all of his treasure house will belong to me."

Lytle emphasized every word, and suddenly remembered something, and lifted the quilt: "You actually know that Duke Hecha has found Lanny Omans's servant, but you didn't tell me!"