don't make me wear a skirt

Lytle was speechless.

Tisha encouraged him: "Always face reality."

"He wrote it with a quill..." Lytle's expression twisted for a moment: "My little cute supplies."

After speaking, he had several chills.

"Okay." Tisha looked at him with pity: "I didn't believe it before, but now I finally understand that you have been targeted by him, so please yourself."

"You actually let me ask for blessings?" Lytle gasped a few times emotionally: "Shouldn't you comfort me first?"

"Things are not that bad." Tisha said with a look of relief: "Fortunately, your butt didn't bloom last night, which is also good news. Now that you have discovered the secret, why not use it to threaten him? Did he kneel down and beg for mercy?"

Lytle wanted to tear the skirt into pieces: "I feel uncomfortable when I see those pants, how can you threaten them!"

"You can treat it as a normal pair of pants." Tisha tried to think in another way.

"Impossible!" Lytle said in a low voice, "There are still two patches on those trousers. Unless I am blind, I will never be hypnotized."

"Then God can't help you." Tisha ignored him.

No one listened to him venting, Lytle could only follow Tisha's eyes and watch Ade search for the servants who were not in the house at night.

Ade's interrogation was all about half an hour after leaving the house in the middle of the night last night. Both the servants and the tenants basically lived together in the manor, so it would be easy to see who was missing.

Lytle took a closer look and found that Kerry was among them.

Ade asked: "What did you do for an hour when you were out?"

Keli was sweating profusely, with a flustered expression, as if he was afraid of something, and he replied two words after a while: "Squat in the pit."

Ade obviously didn't believe it, and sneered: "Do you think my brain is full of fleas? I will choose to believe such a clumsy excuse?"

Keli rolled his eyes and stopped talking, but the veins on his forehead revealed his anxiety at the moment.

Ade stood there for a while, and found that Keli was still muttering and had nothing to say, and the suspicion in his heart was even stronger. He walked up to Duke Hecha and said, "Your Excellency, Keli is very suspicious."

Lytle leaned on the seat and pricked up his ears. When he heard that the murderer was Kerry, he couldn't help thinking, if he didn't die, he wouldn't die. If he dared to do something in Duke Hecha's manor, there were only a few people in total. You're not a fool, if you don't arrest Kerry, you will arrest anyone.

Sure enough, Hecha ordered: "Catch him first."

Keri's face changed instantly. He shuffled awkwardly and slowly forward, and looked at Lytle with strong help-seeking eyes, with two large characters "Help me!" clearly written on his face.

Lytle looked up at the blue sky, pretending not to see it.

Why would he help a man full of suspicion?What's more, this servant is the only one in the manor who knows his identity, so it would be better to tie him up and throw him out of the manor.

goodbye bro.Lytle thought to himself.

Carey suddenly said, "I know a secret, I've kept it in my heart, and now I want to say it, but Lan—"

"Oh!" Lytle jumped up from the chair.

When everyone turned their attention to him, Lytle lifted the hem of his skirt and flew in front of Dockery, his brain was running fast how to save the situation in front of him.

"I know who killed Tigas!"

Damn he didn't know!

Kerry smiled gratefully at him, and Lytle was furious, wishing he could punch the troublemaker to death.

"Miss Lanny." Ade saluted him respectfully: "Do you know who the murderer is?"

"Yes." Lytle said categorically, and then lifted Keri's ear with a smirk: "The premise is that I have to find out where my damned servant went last night."

"It hurts, hurts, hurts—"

Lytle lifted his skirt and pulled him closer, lowered his voice and cursed angrily: "Shameless beast! No one with such a big breast will be spared, how dare you do it!"

Keri shuddered all over, as if trying to endure something: "I'm really squatting!"

Lytle sneered: "Who would squat in a pit for two hours? Did you fall in or swim in it?"

Carey exhaled, and said with a sad face: "I ate half a piece of black bread at noon yesterday, and I may not be used to it."

Lytle recalled the days when he gnawed on black bread, it was hard and sour, and crumbs fell while eating, the taste was simply unimaginable.

While thinking, he smelled a strong rancid smell, and immediately took two steps back: "What's going on with you?"

Carey said comfortably: "I just farted, and my stomach is much better now."

Lytle understood a little bit, pinched his nose and asked, "So your weird expression before was actually suppressed?"

Carey said seriously: "I'm just feeling a little sick to my stomach, and I'm very fortunate to endure it."

"..." Lytle pushed him away in disgust: "Since you are innocent, tell Hecha yourself, the smell on your body is enough to suffocate his brain for nearly ten seconds."

"I don't care." Kerry quickly refused, blushing and twisting: "I'm afraid that the duke will have a deep impression of me because of the incident of squatting in the pit."

Lytle frowned impatiently: "Is there any difference? Now he also has a deep image of you."

Seeing that he refused to give in, Kerry immediately changed his face and threatened: "If you don't help me settle it, I will tell Duke Hecha that you pretended to be Lani Omans."

Lytle narrowed his narrow eyes and pressed his fingers.

Kerry shouted: "My lord duke—oh!"

Lytle stepped on his shoe when he went up, and ran to the remaining four servants who hadn't been interrogated yet, holding his skirt.

Damn Charlie, damned manservant, sooner or later let him cry and beg for mercy with Hecha!

Lytle glanced around. On the left was the new gardener of the manor. In the middle of the night, the flowers and trees in the garden were damaged by the heavy rain. According to him, he didn't see Tigas' body at that time.

Standing in the middle was a tenant farmer, whose skin had turned a charcoal black from years of exposure to the wind and sun. His fingers kept picking at his clothes, and he looked down fixedly, with a suspicious expression on his face.

On the right is a well-proportioned and beautiful maid. She wiped her tears and said to herself that she and the young manservant on the far right had done a whole night of shameful deeds in the house by the garden. .

Lytle looked up and down at the cheating manservant. He was about the same height as him, with a pair of dead fish eyes that looked listless, small pimples appeared on his face, and his hair was messy and he didn't know he hadn't washed it for a few days.

How dare you take up such good resources when you are so mediocre? !

There was jealousy in Lytle's eyes: "You! You are very weird! Honestly tell me what you did yesterday!"