don't make me wear a skirt

Lytle reminded: "You'd better not move around, otherwise her brain will fall off and I won't help you spend the extra nutrient solution to repair it."

"Okay." Tryndamere barely stopped his fidgeting hands: "Although the temper of the new brat is not as good as that of the old brat, he is generally satisfied. I agree with you as my teacher."

Lytle was inexplicable: "When did I say I was going to be your teacher?"

Tryndamere: "I agree unilaterally."

Lytle felt that there was a generation gap with him: "Why are you so thick-skinned, the skills of the puppeteer are not rumored, and the old brat was half dead before, right? How dare you still pick and choose and despise her for having a bad personality ?”

Tryndamere puffed out his cheeks and widened his eyes.

The puppet doll tried to join their conversation: "Although you are all the masters of this lady, can you stop giving me some stupid names? I want to be called Angela, or Kath, so that I can appear to be a gentle lady."

"Dear Brat, I think the new name is very suitable for you." Lytle flicked his finger, and the puppet doll rolled on the ground awkwardly.

Tryndamere was full of admiration: "She can't attack you!"

"Of course." Lytle patted the ashes on his skirt: "As I said, puppets cannot attack their masters."

"Can you teach me!" Tryndamere insisted.

Lytle seemed to be weighing the pros and cons. After thinking for a while, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Unless you tell me what the medicine you gave Bo Lun is."

Now Tryndamere mused.

In the end, love for the puppet overcame the potion.

"A puppeteer taught me." He twisted his hands together, organizing his words: "It's an old man with a mole at the corner of his mouth, and his right eye is invisible."

Listening to the description, it was close to someone he knew.

Lytle touched his chin: "Could it be that old guy Jelim?"

Tryndamere slapped his thigh, emotionally: "Teacher, do you know him? The boss and the boss really cherish each other."

The corner of Lytle's mouth twitched: "You think too much." If he meets again, he just wants to pull out the old guy's big gold tooth and stuff it in his nostril.

Things have to be traced back to more than two years ago.

In order to win the two hundred gold coins that come with the title of Royal Puppeteer, Jelim, a greedy old bastard, deliberately lured him to steal Duke Hecha's nutrient solution-you know, he is better at making puppets than making puppets. Craft outlandish potions.

His original words were as follows: "Happy birthday, dear Lytle, on such a special day, don't you want to give yourself some coming-of-age gifts?"

That's right!Lytle wiped away his bitter tears. At that time, he was just an adult, an ignorant and reckless little boy, who didn't know the horror of Duke Hecha at all!

He intended to refuse, because Moyevia is too far away!

The scheming Jelim didn't give up, but followed the temptation: "Although the Duke of Cyric Hecha lives in the far north, he is extravagant and has the best skin care lotion in the whole continent, but he has a simple mind and strong limbs, and he is not you at all." Your opponent! Don't you want to exfoliate little Tisha's dead skin and replace it with a supple skin, so that she can look a little cuter?"

Makes sense!

Then he embarked on a damn trip, not only missed two hundred gold coins, but also lost the precious chrysanthemum and all his belongings!

Lytle clutched his butt and felt uncomfortable for a while before he was freed from the heavy grief.

Tryndamere's eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized: "You can't be Lytle, right? The old man used to mention you often!"

After finishing speaking, he began to struggle again: "But he is a man and you are a woman..."

Lytle said excitedly: "Really!"

The powerful strength can really make people remember it fresh!

Lytle grabbed the hem of his skirt and stretched his neck. He really wanted to know what Jelim said, but unfortunately, in his current status, he had to be cautious and careful, in case these little devils exposed him It's not the fact that Miss Lanny is, and that's going to be bad.

"Oh, Lytle, a great puppeteer with both wisdom and talent, he has always been my idol!" After boasting about himself as a foreshadowing, he asked curiously: "How does that damned old man Jelim enjoy his life?" To judge him cheerfully?"

Tryndamere shrugged. "A fool who only knows how to brag."

"What!" Lytle jumped angrily: "How dare this old bastard say that?! What else did he say?!"

"And the old man said Lytle was a big talker."

Tryndamere tried to pick up the scumbag, but after the scumbag's fierce resistance and struggle, he had to give up: "He once uttered a bold statement, saying that he would definitely make Duke Hecha willingly hand over the precious nutrient solution and maintenance solution, but don't Said maintenance fluid, this person disappeared a year ago."

Lytle: "... Persistence is victory, maybe he is still in the incubation period."

"How is it possible." Tryndamere yawned: "The old man has long heard that he sneaked into Duke Hecha's castle disguised as a servant."

"Isn't this very good?" Lytle kept walking back and forth in place: "It means that half of the success has been achieved."

"What the hell." Tryndamere snorted. "His deeds have been spread throughout the guild."

Lytle faintly felt an ominous feeling.

Immediately afterwards, Tryndamere said: "The servant Ainar that Duke Hecha posted a large-scale notice before was looking for him. He didn't steal the nutrient solution and was stabbed in the butt. Which puppeteer is as failed as him?"

Poke... poke ass? !How would the guild know about such a thing? !

Who revealed it!Lytle wanted to strangle the guy who spread the rumors to death, but he couldn't show any anger on the surface. In order not to make the two little devils suspicious, he decided to justify himself in another way: "This is slander! It's slander! Duke Hecha How could you poke the butt of the servant!"

Tryndamere scratched his head in confusion.

Lytle felt that there was something to be done, so he continued to work hard: "Picking the butt is not necessarily comfortable, and isn't he already engaged to Miss Lani, the daughter of Earl Omans, which means that he likes soft women."

Tryndamere frowned in disgust: "Earl Omans and Viscount Belidada are the same breed, and his daughter is definitely not a good person."

As he spoke, he was suddenly filled with righteous indignation: "Since Duke Hecha stabbed Lytle's ass, he should take his due responsibility. How can he marry the daughter of Earl Omans again?!"

Oh, God!Only poke, not rot!What the hell has he come up with?

Oh, sure enough there is a three-year-old generation gap, they have already had a generation gap for several cycles.

Age is an arc that cannot be crossed. When he grows up, he will understand that not everyone likes to be responsible. This is related to the difference between stabbing once and countless times.

"Don't think about these things." Lytle gave up his plan to persuade Tryndamere, because he found that their minds were not on the same channel: "Let's talk about the green potion."

Tryndamere made a request: "Before that, I will transform the brat into a powerful puppet."

"No!" Brazen pulled his messy hair, clattered onto Tryndamere's shoulders with two short legs: "I want to be a beautiful and gentle lady, a little princess who is held in the palm of my hand, not A humanoid weapon that only fights, it will get my hands dirty!"

"Stop dreaming." Without a word, Lytle picked up the brat and put it on the ground and took out the golden key: "Accept the reality, your looks don't have the potential to be a little princess."

Lipson made a face at the puppet doll that was about to be disembowelled: "A gentle lady will kick someone else's nose bone?"

The brat said in a serious tone, "I can kick your nose right off."

Liperson covered his nose in shock and took several steps back quickly.

The poor town made the quality of the materials not very high, and the tools in Tryndamere were not easy to use at all. Lytle began to miss the things left in Omans's hands. Now he is so destitute that he doesn't look like a puppeteer.

After performing a gene conversion operation on the puppet doll, and then feeding her a little potion to strengthen her body, it's done.

Just as Brat smashed a chair with his palm smaller than a matchbox, Tryndamere handed him a small dose of the gleaming potion.

Tryndamere tugged on the short arm of the brat curiously, "How is her current fighter?"

"Probably able to defeat a cavalry?"

After Lytle answered, he sat down on his knees, using his skirt as a cushion.

He was just about to unscrew the plastic bottle when the door panel behind him was kicked over.

Lytle immediately stuffed the potion back.

Four or five cavalrymen walked into the narrow basement and sneezed several times due to the pungent and humid air in the room.

The leading cavalry looked contemptuous: "Is this a place where people live?"

The one who followed bowed his head and said: "They are all poor people of low class, living a life of full and hungry, how can you compare with the adults who live in the rich area!"

The leading cavalry was very useful, so he didn't complain anymore. His eyes lit up when he saw Ter and Angelina, and he ordered his men to tie them up.

Oh, God!His hand had just come off the rope not so long ago!

Lytle was upset.

"Where's my father?" Although Angelina was born in a slum, it can be seen from her character that Bo Lun protected her very well. Obviously, she has never experienced any dangerous situation. Not only is her whole body tense, she even He even trembled when he spoke.

The leading cavalryman touched her face and said with a sinister smile: "Your father has already been buried, you have to ask Fried about it, doesn't he know best?"

The lead trooper turned slightly, and Lytle saw a familiar face over his shoulder.

Oh, isn't this the guarding cavalry who laughed and told Buren not to forget his "old friend"?

It turned out his name was Fred.

Lytle clicked his tongue twice, where is the promised old friend?Is their friendship made of plastic?

They hooked their shoulders one second before rushing forward, and the next second they looked at each other and spared no effort to stab the knife in the back. Lytle had to admire that while hurting each other, they did a good job of superficial skills.

"I'm sorry." Fried said guiltily, "It's all for living."

"You betrayed my father?!" Angelina's dirty face was covered with hoarfrost.

"I'm sorry." Fried closed his eyes. "I can get out of the slums by handing in two women. Forgive me."

It was impossible for Angelina to forgive him, she already vaguely understood in her heart that Bo Lun might never come back again.

She was already nutritionally unbalanced, but now she was so shocked that she almost fainted, and her body was like a lightly dead leaf, crumbling.

From the corner of Lytle's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a dry skeleton attacking him at a high speed, and he quickly dodged to dodge it.

Angelina fell to the ground with a "crack".

Before, she was almost fainted, but now her head hit the ground, she tilted her head, and she really fainted.

Oh, it's all his subconscious.Lytle was very annoyed, how could a gentleman behave so rudely to a lady?Even if she's a skeleton lady.

"What's going on?" The leading cavalry frowned.

"She's passed out." Lytle patted Angelina's cheek lightly, then held her shoulders heavily and shook her vigorously, but there was no response: "This girl is hopeless, let her go." .”

"How can that be?" The leading cavalryman looked at Angelina rubbing her fists, and kept looking at the girl's flat chest: "Since I can't get up, I can only carry her on my back."

Then the trooper reached for her chest.

Beast!

Lytle immediately put Angelina on Tryndamere's back: "I can't bother you, as long as he comes."

"Why!" Tryndamere was crushed almost to the ground.

Lytle lowered his head and bit his ear: "Do you still want to be my apprentice?"

Tryndamere felt as if he had been given a chicken blood in an instant, picked up Angelina, and put her on Lipson's back.

Lytle: "..."

Lipson didn't resist, instead he found a moldy straw mat from the corner and asked Angelina to lie on it and drag her around.

In this way, Lytle was taken to the rich area, followed by three oil bottles.

At the junction of the rich area and the slums, there stood an iron house. When passing by, the cavalry showed a look of fear and boredom, urging them to leave as soon as possible.

"There's a huge factory there!" Liperson was only 7 or 8 years old, and was very curious about what he saw for the first time: "Their brains are bigger than ours!"

Lytle glanced at the workers walking in and out of the factory. They were thin and small, with huge heads and slumped eyes. They were being whipped by supervisors with the same big heads to work.