don't make me wear a skirt

Lytle looked around and found that there was no woman on the empty street.

Bo Lun seemed to know what he was thinking, and said with a sneer, "No baby girl has been born in Breganet City for 30 years. A girl like you who is both young and good-looking is indeed the best."

Lytle covered his face and asked cautiously, "Why?"

"Women are useless. You can't carry them on your shoulders, and you're wasting food." Bo Lun said flatly, "Except for the nobles in the city who raise them for the city lord, no commoner wants to give birth."

hehe.Lytle mocked in his heart, a group of idiots, unless men can have children in the future, they should wait for extinction.

At this time, a little boy with braids bumped into his skirt.

Lytle didn't dislike his black handprints on the clean tutu skirt, and Buren kicked him out: "Go away, you stinky brat of the Lipson family!"

Lytle was dumbfounded: "There have been no women for 30 years, why are there still children aged 7 or 8?"

Bo Lun explained coldly: "It's not a big deal, anyway, people in their 40s can use it, and if they can use it, they can give birth."

So casual? !The residents of Breganet are really unsanitary.

Lytle deeply condemns this irresponsible behavior. The chaotic mating life will cause everyone to have some small diseases, and then spread them to each other. The spread of the disease is unimaginable.

The child fell on the dirty ground and cried loudly. In the heart of a comrade who was hurt, Lytle pulled him up with a rare kindness, and solemnly taught: "Crying is useless, man should be strong."

The child's brown eyes flashed, and he suddenly attacked his chest, touched his chest and said disappointedly: "It's actually a flat chest."

Lytle: "..."

When the little boy disappeared around the corner, Lytle's expression changed, damn it—his space bag is gone!

He was about to chase after him, but Bo Lun pulled him back by his collar, and asked in a cold tone, "You want to run away?"

"No, no." Lytle was sweating profusely. In the interspatial bag, there were not only the little eagle, but also various medicines he had developed. If this thing fell, he would really be slaughtered without any power. Disabled man: "I'm in a hurry to pee."

Bo Lun looked at him carefully: "Then pee on the spot."

"Not so good?" Lytle looked straight at the place where the boy disappeared: "There are so many people, I'm afraid I'll scare them."

Bo Lun smiled coldly: "It's not like we haven't seen women before."

Lytle lifted the hem of the skirt abruptly, then put it down again: "Okay, let's go, I'm done."

After putting it down, he wanted to run after the child again. Unfortunately, his force value was not enough to get rid of Bo Lun's shackles.

The veins on the man's forehead exploded: "Do you think I'm blind? I can't see if you pee or not?"

Lytle pursed his mouth: "Don't pay attention to these details. In fact, I don't feel it anymore. If you don't feel it, pee can't come out."

This is for your own good.In case I take it off and I’m bigger than you all, I won’t be scared to shit...

Thinking about it this way was a little exciting, Lytle seriously considered the feasibility of this matter, and then realized that he was alone now, so it was better not to stimulate this group of fragile hearts, lest he would be slapped a few more times.

Thinking of this, the left side of his face began to ache again.

After tossing back and forth, the boy had long since disappeared.

Lytle stomped his feet angrily, is there anyone more unlucky than him?

After being attacked one after another, he immediately pinned his hopes on the Duke of Hecha. After all, Miss Lani is also his fiancée in name, this guy shouldn't just sit idly by, right?

Lytle recalled Hecha's eyes before he was tied up, and found that there was no reflection except the black mist.

Bo Lun lived in an old alley, dark brown sewage was continuously discharged from the alley, and there was a stench in the air. A few yellow-faced and thin men sat at the entrance and whistled to Lytle when they saw him.

Oh, the dirty ground!Bad taste!And the flowing black water!

Lytle was about to suffocate. The situation was not so tragic when he fled and had to stay in the Dungeon of Durance. Besides, there was Tisha, a burly and loving cleaning man, and the tent was clean and tidy every day.

He had never missed Tisha so much as he did now!

Bo Lun didn't feel uncomfortable at all, as if he was used to the environment here, he brought Lytle into the basement, and as soon as he walked down the stairs, a cold and damp atmosphere rushed over his face instantly.

There are actually two other people living in such a small space, a thin girl with a dusty face, and a lifeless little boy covered in mud and with dull eyes.

The boy was fairly good-looking, but the moment he came in he complained: "There's no room for a fourth person in the basement!"

Bo Lun replied gruffly: "If you think it's too crowded, just get out of here."

And the moment the girl raised her head, Lytle almost rolled her eyes—it looked like a moving leather bag skeleton, with her cheeks sunk into her cheeks.

"You like to speak inconsistently? Isn't there no baby girl born?" Lytle had great doubts about his previous explanation.

Bo Lun twisted his shoulders, and then moved his wrist again.

Lytle's face hurt, and he shut up wisely, he could only look away.

At the stairway, the toy the boy was playing with caught his attention—a poorly made little puppet, but that puppet was able to stutter and talk to him.

Bo Lun passed by, crushed the little puppet with his boots, and said coldly: "Stop playing with such boring things, have you completed today's task?"

The boy raised his head, and after about ten seconds, he put his dark hand into his pocket, groped for a while, and then took out a plastic bottle containing a bright green potion and handed it to Bo Lun.

The appearance of the potion is exactly the same as the kind that makes people crazy!

Lytle's eyebrows twitched. Could it be that the boy made the potion?

But he looks less than ten years old!

The thin girl in the corner was obediently nibbling on black bread. When she saw Bo Lun, her golden eyes lit up, and she whispered, "Dad!"

"Dear Angelina." Bo Lun gave her a hug.

Lytle couldn't stand it anymore, because part of the dirt on the girl's body spread to Buren's tattered clothes.

"I found a substitute for you."

As Bo Lun's words fell, Angelina turned her eyes to Lytle, and her black bread fell to the ground: "So... so beautiful."

Lytle was a little frustrated, which was also a disadvantage of pretending to be a girl. No one would praise him as a handsome man, but only sighed as a beautiful woman.

"Mr. Popton will definitely like it, won't you?" Buron patted Angelina's head lovingly.

"That..." Lytle had no choice but to interrupt their father and daughter's affection: "Who is Mr. Popton?"

Bo Lun was dissatisfied with his interjection, and wanted to appear kind and kind in front of his daughter, so he could only reply vaguely: "A certain nobleman in the city will be your future husband."

"But he doesn't like broken shoes, so you'll be beaten on the head in the future."

Lytle: "..."

Bo Lun picked up the black bread on the ground, patted the ashes, and handed it to Angelina: "Eat it quickly."

The girl glanced at Lytle guiltily, hesitated for a moment, broke off half of the bread, and wanted to put it in his palm.

Bo Lun's sight followed, as sharp as a laser sword, trying to shoot him into ashes.

The corner of Lytle's mouth twitched, he suppressed a smile, and said to the kind girl: "I'm not hungry yet, you can eat first."

At this time, someone knocked on the door outside, Bo Lun poked his head out, talked to the man a few words, and tied Lytle to the chair when he came back.

He said fiercely: "Don't try to escape." Then he turned and ordered to the boy who was bored playing with the puppet remains: "Tryndamere, help me watch this woman."

"Oh—" the boy rolled his eyes and responded slowly.

Bo Lun slammed the door and went out.

As soon as he went out, Angelina looked at Lytle curiously with wide-eyed eyes. Her skin was so fair that she could pinch water, her eyelashes were curly and long, and the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, with a hint of charm: "Are you From the outer city?"

This black skin!It looks so simple!

The small calculations in Lytle's heart were crackling. Although there were only three of them left in the basement, the residents outside seemed to know Bolun. The only way to escape is at night.

Why don't you take the opportunity to talk to this black leather case now.

Lytle lowered his eyelids: "We came from Moyevia."

"It must be very beautiful there." Angelina showed a look of longing: "I heard that Moyevia is the territory of the Duke of Hecha. The bread there is soft and can be eaten for a year without getting tired, as well as milk and Cereal, things I've never seen before."

She touched Lytle's skirt enviously: "Only Mrs. Belidada has the honor to wear a skirt made of this material."

Lytle stared at the extra black handprints on his skirt, and said sincerely: "I also think you are too poor, more destitute than any small town, is it because of the refugee gathering places?"

Angelina nodded in embarrassment: "The city is divided into two parts. The east is a slum, and the south is a rich area. The rich area is the residence of the nobles of Breganit City. Most of the time, we cannot enter."

"Most?" Lytle caught the key word: "How did you get in the small part of the time?"

It seemed that no one had spoken to the girl for a long time, and Angelina immediately opened up the chatter box, and she was not on guard: "Unless you find a lot of gold coins, jewelry, and... beautiful women."

After speaking, Angelina secretly observed his emotions.

Lytle didn't seem surprised when he heard it, but asked strangely: "Since you have a way to get a lot of gold coins, why don't you use them yourself? You still have to hand them in?"

"How can you not hand it in!" Angelina's expression seemed to be looking at a bold prisoner: "I did steal it before, but it was caught by Mr. Popton, the cavalry captain of Belida. The next day, his The corpse was hung on the gate of the city, and it was taken down and thrown out after air drying."

Lytle felt that Popton's name sounded familiar, but realized that he was the one Bo Lun wanted him to marry!

"Is Popton high grade?"

"You have to address him as Mr.." Angelina emphasized: "Otherwise, if you are caught, or someone who wants to hear the report, you will be arrested and beheaded."

Well, he doesn't know if his grade is high or not, this guy must be very self-inflated.

Lytle asked the last question: "So, what does Burlen mean when he says I'm your stand-in?"

Angelina wrung her hands together, as if struggling in her heart.

Lytle encouraged: "It's okay, I don't blame you."

"The environment in the city is getting worse and worse. Many people can't even afford food, but they have to pay high taxes. When my father went to intercede, Mr. Popton offered me in exchange."

Lytle's mind began to knot. The nobles in the city encouraged the people to rob, but they had to hand in the looted items. Now that they were all handed in, where would the money come from to pay the tax?

This system sounds very problematic!

Lytle looked at the girl carefully.

Due to long-term malnutrition, it is difficult to escape the weird appearance of a big head and a small body. The hair on the scalp is sparse and there are few hairs. The arms are so thin that only a layer of skin is left to wrap the bones. Except for the golden eyes Liang, the others are really unsatisfactory, even frighteningly thin.

In all conscience, it is a far cry from the maids in Duke Hecha's castle.

Lytle took the second best to compare Lani with Angelina, and suddenly found that the daughter of Earl Omans was even better.

God, is it safe to be ugly these days? !

Lytle immediately gave Belida a new position as cavalry commander——

Hungry old rascal.

Since he can be the cavalry commander of Viscount Belida, and his ability and skills are not too bad, Lytle is a little troubled.

Damn aristocrat—he's been getting overwhelmed by it lately!

He had missed many times the self who made fun of everyone a year ago. Ever since he met Duke Hecha, things that ran counter to expectations happened one after another, and bad luck seemed to follow him like a shadow.

Blame him!

After Bo Lun left, he didn't come back until evening.

Lytle sat on the chair and maintained a posture with pain all over his body. He begged Angelina: "Lovely little lady, can you temporarily untie me, I am so uncomfortable."

Angelina blushed a little at what he said, and she asked, "Am I really cute? No one has ever used this word to describe me."