don't make me wear a skirt

The colorful sewage discharged from the factory flows into the river, which is the direction leading to the slums.

Even Tryndamere stopped and looked around.

Lipson exclaimed again: "Oh my god, these people's heads are so big that they don't need parasols in rainy days!"

"What are you dawdling about!" The cavalryman grabbed his collar and threw it forward: "Look at your head is as big as theirs!"

The affluent area of ​​Breggarnet.

The Brat poked his head out of Tryndamere's pocket, and saw a scene of prosperity that he had never seen before.

Clean and tidy streets, strong horses, and gorgeous carriages, obviously in a city, the environment and life here are very different from the slums.

Lytle and his party were brought to a gorgeous and elegant manor.

When the butler opened the iron gate, the cavalryman bowed respectfully: "Is Mr. Popton there?"

The butler turned his cloudy eyes around Lytle and welcomed them into the door: "Mr. will always leave time for those who do practical things."

Fried asked the housekeeper anxiously: "My lord, can I leave the slum?"

"Of course, you will have the honor of staying in Mr.'s castle forever." A sneer flashed across the butler's eyes.

"Great!" Fried couldn't be more excited.

After the explanation was appropriate, the butler turned around and left.

Tryndamere has seen sour sewage, eaten moldy bread, and experienced neighbors killing each other for a gold coin. Their bodies were eventually thrown out of the city, but the gold coin disappeared.

He once thought that Popton's residence was just a little more spacious than the basement, a big house that could accommodate ten people. In fact, the rich area was always more luxurious than he imagined.

The location of the castle is very good, with plenty of sunlight refracting in from all directions, but it feels a little bit chilly inside.

The weather is getting colder, and the cold wind is blowing on the building, making a "whoop" sound.

Lytle listened intently: "Why do I feel someone is crying?"

"You heard it wrong." The butler outlined a strange smile.

"Teda! I'm a little scared!" Liperson took Tryndamere's hand in a panic: "The smile of this butler is exactly like the old hag in fairy tales!"

The brat got out of his pocket impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense, dung beetle! Is your brain leaking? The old witch describes a bad woman, you should call him Qianshan old monster, so there is no woman in it, and you seem a little A bit of culture!"

The butler's weird smile couldn't last anymore, and he put on a fierce face: "Take care of that hole in your chin! Otherwise, you won't know how to die!"

The Brat and Liperson covered their nostrils together.

Popton was able to own an entire manor, which showed that his status in Breganet City was extraordinary.

The butler led them into a bedroom studded with jewels and gold, and retreated knowingly into a corner.

Popton is a man who wears a mask all year round. Because of a small hole dug in the mask, he looks nondescript.

He likes to deliberately lower his voice when he speaks. It can be seen that Popton wants to give people a strong and deep feeling through this method.

Lytle looked at the masked man in front of him, and quickly moved away silently.

Not long after, he couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked, "Why do you wear a mask? Isn't it stuffy when you talk like this? Will it be difficult to breathe? What is the hole in the middle for?"

Popton replied coldly: "It's none of your business."

Well, the guy must be ugly, otherwise why cover his face?

Lytle smacked his mouth resentfully.

Popton looked at Lytle through the cold mask for a while, and then looked at Angelina who was still in a coma, unable to hide his disappointment.

Girls in tutus are much prettier, but there's a little more nonsense, but it's bearable.

Sure enough, Bo Lun was right, the girl he brought was the best in the world, but unfortunately, Lord Viscount only agreed to let him enjoy Angelina.

Why do you always give up good things to Belida?

Popton gritted his teeth.

All these twists and turns were brought about by that greedy and unlucky Bo Lun yesterday. They had already negotiated a deal, exchanging the newly captured woman for this year's taxes. Anyway, it was rumored that his daughter was not good-looking. Now it seems the truth is also like this.

Lord Viscount just happened to visit at this time, and the greedy Bo Lun wanted to use the bargaining chips in his hands to obtain higher value--the result was a fire and he lost his head.

The guarding cavalry who went with him betrayed him, and Lord Viscount said that if he could pay tribute to two women, he would be given a place to enter the wealthy district.

Bran refused, but Fried made a fool of himself.

"Let them take a bath first." Popton leaned his head on the chair: "I want both."

Why does he have to use the rest of Viscount Belida every time?

He is not an orthodox aristocrat.

This guy used to be just a wealthy businessman. He used his excellent skills to curry favor with the Earl of Omans on the ship. The Earl played a trick to put the previous emperor of the Siho Empire in danger. Belida Da Ze firmly seized this opportunity to rescue him, and he was able to speak well, coaxing the first emperor to directly confer the title of Viscount.

Although he has a fief, he is just a dog of Earl Omans.

The butler saluted, and when he glanced at Libson, his eyes flickered: "Sir, there are two children, how do you think about it?"

Popton got up and patted him on the shoulder: "Throw it in the cellar."

Tryndamere and Lipson were dragged out, screaming.

Angelina finally woke up leisurely, her face still pale.

In a panic, Lytle secretly gave her a bottle of potion: "This is for strengthening the body. Only when you are in good health can you have the strength to escape."

Angelina looked gratefully at the girl in front of her.

Soon, Lytle was forced to take a shower.

The pool turned gray the instant he dipped in it.

Lytle began to rub the mud diligently.

Cleanliness and fullness cannot be achieved at the same time. After washing himself deliciously, his stomach became even hungrier.

A neatly folded nightgown was placed outside the sink.

Oh, this Popton looks like a wretched guy, and he actually gave him a short pajamas that only reached his knees, and it was a little translucent. In order to prevent his little chirp from being exposed prematurely, Lytle wrapped it around his ass. A thick cloth.

Soon, the masked man opened his door.

"Gululu—" Lytle's stomach began to scream again after being extremely hungry.

"Cute baby." Popton's eyes kept sweeping over him.

Of course, Lytle couldn't see, so it didn't matter, but the curiosity in his heart intensified.

"Can I see your face—Gululu—"

Popton approached slowly: "No."

Lytle rubbed his stomach in disappointment.

Popton lifted his chin and took off the lower half of the mask.

This guy's lips are a bit thick, not as good-looking as Hecha's.

Lytle looked at it for a while, and then let out a sharp breath at the face of the masked man.

There was a moment of stagnation in the air.

It took only a moment for Popton's expression to change from obsessed to hideous to distorted.

"Damn, what did you do to me?! You want to smoke me to death?!" Popton retracted his head immediately after inhaling the drifting gas. Even so, he was still so smoked that he rolled his eyes and almost knelt down. Next: "Do you have bad breath?!"

"Do you have any culture—Gululu——" Lytle yelled at him a few more times: "It was caused by being too hungry. I haven't eaten all day. Can't my stomach be allowed to react?"

Popton's tall tent was directly softened by his stinky attack: "Don't come here!"

Lytle was a little aggrieved: "Is it really that smelly?"

"Why don't you give yourself a few sips?!"

This woman's face is inversely proportional to the taste in her mouth!

Popton hesitated, if he gave this woman to Viscount Belida, would the Viscount think that he was deliberately punishing him?

You must know that no one likes to kiss a woman who breathes poisonous gas, especially the smell of that woman's mouth can make you impotent!

Lytle crossed his legs on the bed, looking like an old monk in meditation: "Don't you think about giving me something to eat?"

Popton looked at him suspiciously: "You don't have bad breath after eating?"

"Gurgling—oh, it's not bad breath—grunting—it's a stomach smell—I'm so hungry—"

In order to let Viscount Belidada not take his anger out on him when he enjoyed the woman, Popton asked the kitchen to prepare a variety of sumptuous delicacies.

How did things turn out like this?

This woman is raising her legs and devouring chicken wings!

The posture is bold and unrestrained like a cavalry in a castle!

And his large snow-white collarbone is exposed outside the pajamas, and his slender wrist seems to be broken when he folds it. Normally, Popton would feel hot when he sees this beautiful scenery, but now he is a little stiff. Thinking of that strong bad breath, I couldn't bring myself to lift it up.

Send her away quickly, Popton thought silently.

Lytle swept away the steak on the table with satisfaction, and after eating a chicken wing and a chicken leg, rolled up his sleeves and salivated over a bowl of pasta.

He reached into his pocket and took a look, and a small bottle of glowing red medicine appeared on the table. Lytle poured nearly two-thirds of the small bottle into the pasta, and ate it with relish.

"What is this?" Popton asked alertly.

He had heard it said before that some medicines could stimulate one's own potential and burst out with astonishing strength all at once. Could it be that she wanted to escape? !

"Oh, it's just flavoring." Lytle blinked innocently.

Popton was suspicious. Even though he was confident in holding a weak woman down, it didn't mean he allowed someone to make a small move under his nose: "Take out the bottle."

Lytle shook his head, flustered.

Popton sneered, got up and snatched the potion, poured all the rest on the plate, lowered his head and sniffed.

This is - a little bit of cumin in the chili oil?

Is it really just pure flavoring?

He couldn't help but put a little bit of it in his mouth.

In the next second, his face turned from normal black to black red, God, what did this woman eat? !How can it be so spicy? !

Popton was dazed by the heat, with tears in his eyes.

Lytle felt that the old cavalryman might be a bit stupid, so he kindly stepped forward and asked, "My lord, are you all right?"

How could it be all right? !

Popton looked up angrily, but met a bird's eye.

Lytle said with a smile: "If you feel uncomfortable, sleep a little longer."

Kitty pointed at his nostrils and exhaled a strong stench.

This familiar and disgusting taste!

Popton was gasping for breath, but when he smelled it, he fainted instantly.

Lytle held his nose to rejoice. Fortunately, Xiaoying hadn't eaten for a long time, and the taste in his mouth was much stronger than his.

He put his hands on his hips, he didn't expect the old cavalry to be so easy to deal with, it was unexpected.

Breg Garnett's future is worrying!

Lytle was eager to try, and he tore off Popton's mask—

Oh, nothing special, just a huge matchmaker mole on my face.

Lytle burped, stretched, and pulled Popton's clothes off.

"This guy is actually wearing a pink vest?"

Lytle groaned, and after a while, he put on the mask, put on his clothes, and put on Popton's shoes.

——A pair of height-increasing shoes made it very uncomfortable for him to walk.

This guy pretended to be tall, but it turned out to be about the same as him.

After stuffing Popton under the bed, Lytle decided to take a stroll around the castle first. When he just came in, he heard some bad voices.

He opened the door crookedly, but the butler had been waiting outside the door. The moment he saw him, he was taken aback.

Lytle was too full, shrunk his belt in satisfaction, and patted his stomach.

Seeing this scene, the housekeeper's eyes were complicated: "Sir, you... so soon... it's an afterthought?"

quick?Lytle tilted his head to think, and then pretended to be Popton's voice and replied coldly: "None of your business."

housekeeper:"……"

He bowed his head and was about to go in to clean up, but Lytle quickly stopped him: "——slow down!"

The butler paused in his footsteps and froze in place.

Lytle shouted: "Stupid thing, do you want everyone to know that I am a second man?!"

The butler suddenly realized, and exited the room in two steps at a time.

In order to prevent premature exposure, Lytle commanded arrogantly: "I'm going out to digest food, don't let others step in, or watch out for your head!"

The housekeeper was sweating profusely, and said solemnly: "My lord, go at ease."

Lytle was walking on the corridor openly, the exquisite murals extended to the end, he was enjoying the salutation of the servants, the vases here must be very valuable, he was thinking about stealing a few back and selling them for money.

It's a pity that extreme joy turned sorrowful, he was still thinking about how to grab the vase into his space bag, when he was suddenly caught in one of the bedrooms.

The moment the mask was taken off, Lytle thought, damn it—how could he be so unlucky? !

And this golden hair and dark blue eyes, who is that guy not Hecha? !

The author has something to say:

It is normal to have a bad taste in the mouth after being hungry for too long~ It is a normal physiological phenomenon, and it will be fine after eating~