don't make me wear a skirt

"I suspect that the frequent appearance of those addictive potions in Duke Hecha's manor is also his name." Lytle guessed: "This is not a good phenomenon. If the lord of a city is contaminated with this kind of thing, then Moyevia will be devastated."

Tisha acted as if she didn't know him: "It turns out that you said so much because you were worried about Duke Hecha. I have never seen you manage the life and death of a city. In fact, we can take the opportunity to steal the nutrient solution and then Just walk away."

Two touches of blush rushed up Lytle's cheeks: "Why would I worry about him?! I just stayed here for a year-you know, people always have nostalgia for the place where they lived-if Moyervia is as filthy and chaotic as Deslane—and I would be disturbed—”

"My stupid master."

Tisha picked her ears: "I always try to cover up my guilt with my voice. Who said that the snipe and the clam fight for the fisherman's benefit? When you hear a little trouble, you think you can get something by yourself?"

Lytle lifted the hem of his skirt and said angrily: "I just don't want to get addicted to this kind of thing for no reason. If Duke Hecha becomes addicted, he may be subject to Earl Omans. Such a boring ending will only make the Omans family alone. big."

After thinking for a while, he added: "Sooner or later, we will get back the props he stole. Before that, we can't make Omans too proud."

"Okay." Tisha couldn't bear to see her master trying to think of a reason and blushing, so she let go and said, "I still need some time to think about how to prepare to prevent your thin body from being grabbed."

"You can't go with me." Lytle stopped her: "You have other tasks."

Tisha was silent.

Lytle said: "You have to help me keep an eye on Charlie, this guy is very problematic."

Tisha couldn't believe her ears: "You're going into the enemy camp alone?!"

"Shouldn't your master, who is so smart, act alone once?" Lytle was very confident about this: "Young and strong warriors should go forward bravely, why should they hide behind the delicate lady to protect themselves?"

Tisha wanted to protest a few more words.

Lytle seductively said: "Don't you want to live a comfortable day? The kind where there is no master around."

Tisha gently pinched his shoulder: "Then, I wish you well."

"Ow—"

Lytle almost knelt down without being pinched: "Damn Tisha—do you want to murder the master?!"

Tisha let go, shrugging.

Day after day, the weekend is fast approaching.

The weather was clear, a few white clouds drifted across the sky, and disappeared in the distance after a while.

Before leaving, Tisha specially tied thick iron sheets and iron blocks to his chest and buttocks, and even wished to add a lock on them.

Lytle clumsily walked around on the spot twice, feeling that he could hardly walk.

"What's your reasoning?" His wobbly steps were like a penguin: "The heavy iron skin will only drag me back when I run away."

Tisha sneered: "Who can your delicate body outrun?"

Lytle glared at her: "I'm trying to work out!"

Tisha clasped her hands together: "At least the coat made of iron will not let you lose your precious little chrysanthemum when you are caught."

"It's not someone who likes butts as perverted as Duke Hecha." Lytle felt that she was worried about something completely impossible: "Most gentlemen prefer soft bodies and round big meat balls."

"Then you have to take off your clothes to find out."

Oh well, he is still a distinguished young lady now.

Lytle staggered out of the bedroom wearing a black cloak and iron sheet in frustration. Fortunately, Duke Hecha was not in the castle today, and this suspicious man was the most difficult to deal with in the entire manor.

The housekeeper, Ade, said that the Duke had gone out early in the morning, and no one knew his exact whereabouts.

Lytle seriously suspected that he was doing some shady business, such as quietly treating impotence.

Coming out of the castle, the guard cavalry were startled when they saw his attire.

"What are you doing here?"

Lytle picked up the corner of the cloak and said mysteriously: "I'm going to catch the rape!"

The cavalry looked solemn: "My lord duke won't look for other women outside!"

"How do you know he won't?" Lytle plausibly said, "Do you know where he went today?"

The cavalry shook his head.

Lytle followed up: "Then did he go out with other guards?"

The cavalry bit his lip and still shook his head.

Lytle sneered: "You don't know what it means for a man to go out alone without telling anyone or taking anyone with him?"

The cavalry vaguely thought of something, as if refreshing their views.

His beloved duke actually steals a woman behind his back?I can't believe it!

Lytle saw the cavalryman looking depressed, so he showed a dark expression, but quickly held back: "So don't tell Duke Hecha that I'm going out today, or he will be alert, and my future happiness will be ruined. Woooo..."

The cavalryman was deeply shocked, and he sighed: "Understood, Miss Lanny, hurry up."

Lytle smiled triumphantly, lowered the brim of his hat and hurried away.

In the afternoon, Moyervia City was still bustling and bustling like a year ago, with white roofs and clean streets everywhere.

Soon, Lytle saw the target.

The pure white building next to the tall bell tower, the spire straight up to the sky like a dense and lush tower forest, and the statue of the Virgin Mary stands on the top of the tower, sacred and solemn, and looks extremely devout under the golden sunlight.

A priest received him.

Lytle revealed her skirt embroidered with the pattern of the Omans family to show her identity.

The priest asked tentatively, "Miss Lanny?"

Lytle nodded.

The pastor led him to turn left and right, and walked through the long corridor, and saw him walking clumsily, swaying and swaying, which made him feel strange.

"Your legs are inconvenient?"

Lytle was panting under the weight of the iron sheet. He swayed and replied, "I like the feeling of walking, being close to nature."

The pastor frowned suspiciously, as if thinking.

Lytle pointed him out: "What do you do when you want to study a penguin and can't bring it back from Antarctica?"

The pastor asked, "Going to the far Antarctic?"

"It won't gain any benefit except being frozen to death."

Lytle looked disgusted that "children can't be taught": "You should pretend to be a penguin, and then study yourself."

The pastor was taken aback: "So you're studying penguins?"

"Why should I study penguins?" Lytle looked at him like a fool.

The pastor humbly asked for advice: "Then why do you walk like this?"

"I said it." Lytle rolled his eyes: "I like this, close to nature, close to ecology."

Priest:"……"

Entering the ceremonial room, there are rows of kneeling stools in the room, and an organ is set in front of it, which seems to be used to accompany the singing of scriptures, and a sacrament lamp hangs above it.

In the first row of the kneeling bench, stood a man in a black robe. Lytle wanted to take a closer look at his face, but unfortunately the gauze covered his face and only his eyes were exposed.

After bringing him, the pastor put his hands on his shoulders and bowed, then walked out silently and closed the door.

The man walked up to Lytle, and when he saw the family emblem on the skirt, he knelt down and saluted respectfully: "Miss Omans, I am Ruby, the former old cavalryman of the Earl."

Lytle stabilized his mind, pretended to help him up, squeezed his throat and asked, "My father told me to wait here for news. What is the urgent matter that made him send letters to urge me again and again?"

Ruby frowned, and spoke with a hint of anger in his voice: "Have you forgotten the real purpose of entering the city this time?"

real purpose?

Thick, the marriage is really tricky.

Lytle was complacent about his foresight, but he became annoyed the next second. He really couldn't think of anything that needed a weak lady to complete. After all, once things were revealed, the first person to face death would be his beloved daughter.

Lytle said in a dissatisfied tone: "You called me out to supervise the progress of my work? Do you know how much risk I took to come here!"

"Don't dare." A trace of gloom flashed in Ruby's eyes: "As the elite cavalry under the Earl, we were sent to Moyervia as ordinary civilians for more than ten years. How would Miss Omans know about the hardships? It’s a bit too much for our own selfish desires to ignore us.”

Lytle humbly asked for advice: "Dare to ask how this big brother has been lurking for more than ten years without being discovered by Duke Hecha?"

Ruby snorted coldly: "First pretend for ten years, and then wait for the opportunity."

Lytle clasped his hands together and suddenly realized: "It turns out that you haven't had a truly meaningful action for a few years."

"It's really only half a year." Ruby keenly sensed the mockery in his eyes, and immediately blew his beard and stared: "Do you think I lived a very happy and happy life in the latent life before?"

Lytle said with an awkward smile: "It must be very fortunate."

The class hierarchy in Deslan City is distorted. The local nobles act recklessly, occasionally humiliating a few commoner women, and killing low-level refugees indiscriminately. Ordinary civilians really made it difficult for him.

Ruby's eyes were dangerous, and he warned: "Miss Omans, the count put you in, not for you to elope with your servant."

"elopement?"

Lytle tilted his head suspiciously.