don't make me wear a skirt

"This is the face favored by God?!" Lytle couldn't believe it.

Tisha tried to understand God: "Maybe because God made a major mistake when shaping her, he specially favored her..."

"Don't you think Osman is too narcissistic?" Lytle felt that his feelings had been deceived: "This Lanny looks exactly like him! He even shamelessly compared his daughter to an angel!"

Tisha comforted: "Angels also have ugly looks. You can't just look at the public and ignore the small ones."

Lanny reminded him of Omans' ugly face. He still can't forget Earl Ottoman's swollen triangular eyes and pockmarked greasy face. looking at his ass.

He began to pity Duke Hecha, and after Miss Laney married him, she didn't know how it felt to sing the song of the birth of life to Count Haussmann's face every night.

After confirming Lanny's death, Lytle dragged the body into nearby bushes, dug a hole and buried her in it.

After all this was done, he rubbed his chin and fell into distressed contemplation. Lannie died, and the original plan was gone. Now he can only find a new way out.

"You said if I pretended to be Miss Lanny's cavalry and reported the matter to Duke Hecha, could I get a chance to sneak into the castle?"

Tisha interrupted him coolly: "Don't dream, he will only send you back to Deslan after receiving the news, and you will be arrested by Earl Osman again."

Ok.

Lytle gave up this plan resentfully, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he looked at Tisha carefully.

Although majestic, but the facial features are quite correct, compared with Miss Lani's original forest ecological face, it is a masterpiece.

A brilliant plan formed in his mind.

He took Miss Lanny's suitcase out of the carriage, took out a pure white tutu skirt and put it on Tisha.

"tear--"

Regrettably, Lytle tried four or five, none of which successfully accommodated her strong body.

"It's time for you to lose weight." Disappointed, she left her skirt on the ground. If Tisha could pretend to be Miss Lani and sneak into Duke Hecha's castle, it would only be a matter of time before she could get enough nutrient solution.

"Why don't you try it yourself, this skirt is suitable for petite people, you can completely dress up as a man and mix in." Tisha picked up the tutu skirt and put it back in his hand.

Lytle refused sternly: "Although my height is not outstanding, I am 1.7 meters five when rounded. It is impossible to wear this tight long skirt—"

Tisha blinked: "Miss Lanny is also 1.7 meters."

Lytle tried to dispel her strange idea: "I have an Adam's apple, and I am a man. Duke Hecha will definitely find a flaw."

As he spoke, his face turned red like a persimmon: "Maybe he will remember who the person who fed him the potion was because of this, then we will lose more than we gain."

Tisha raised her eyebrows: "You can choose not to try, but you will be arrested by Earl Omans and placed under house arrest, or stay in Moyervia as a beggar."

Lytle looked helplessly for himself: "Maybe I can rely on making some small puppets to survive in Moyervia..."

Tisha immediately vetoed the proposal: "My dear master, you may have forgotten that all the props you used to make puppets were confiscated by Earl Osman. Without them, you can't do anything."

"But don't worry." Tisha recalled: "I heard in the dungeon two days ago that Duke Hecha seems to have gone to the royal city these days, and he may not come back in a few days."

Lytle's eyes lit up: "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

When everything was ready, the sun had gradually come out, and Lytle pulled his skirt uncomfortably. He had just tied the corset, and the thing strangled him.

Tisha put down his tied long black hair, took out bottles and jars of cosmetics from the suitcase, dabbed on the already delicate face, and then took out a mirror and handed it to him.

"You look like a beautiful oriental girl."

Lytle looked gloomily at herself in the mirror: "I don't like it, the dress and make-up completely cover up my pronounced masculinity."

"The inconspicuous Adam's apple is your distinctive feature?"

After Lytle stared at her angrily, Tisha wiped some dirt on him and herself, shaking her spirits: "We can go."

"Remember to cry a little when you go in." She reminded again worriedly.

Lytle nodded to express his understanding, and then took out a bottle of transparent potion from Miss Lanney's suitcase and put it into the interspatial bag.

Tisha asked, "What did you take?"

"Revealing potion." Lytle said mysteriously: "I don't think Earl Osman will give Lani this for no reason. After all, besides the revealing effect, it can also corrode human fingers, so it is not suitable for ladies to carry."

Tisha pursed her lips and concluded: "It seems that their marriage is not as simple as it seems on the surface."

One person and two puppets are slowly advancing on the national highway.

Lytle tried to refine his voice.

"Ah~ah~ah~" He uttered three syllables, then turned around and asked, "What do you think?"

Tisha frowned and commented: "It's unbearable."

Lytle asked again without giving up: "Don't you think my voice has become a little softer?"

Tisha gave him a strange look: "No, you will remind me of the eunuchs in the Eastern Kingdom when you talk like this."

Wounded by Lytle's self-confidence, he said despondently: "Well, let's hope we make it through."

It was almost noon when they finally arrived at Moyevia City. They came here again after a year. The city seemed to be more affluent than before, but affluence meant good law and order. The channel of information, this is what he does not want to see.

As a puppet master who is on the run, any information will affect his next fate.

Lytle touched a few drops of pepper water at the corner of his eyes, and the slightly upturned peach blossom eyes were immediately filled with water mist.

He lifted the hem of the heavy skirt, exposing two white and slender ankles, and went straight to the huge iron city gate.

Then fell heavily in front of the guarding cavalry.

He was afraid that the cavalry would not notice, so he made a soft "ah" shyly and reservedly.

Tisha was also very strong. She threw herself beside her master, helped him up, and said to the cavalryman with tears in her eyes: "Save my lady! We have encountered a terrible disaster on the road, and someone is chasing us!"

Lytle raised his head cooperatively and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, expressing his fear and fright.

The guarding cavalry were taken aback.The young girl who suddenly came into their sight was wearing a long skirt made of gold thread silk, which was rare for commoner women in the city. What was more important was that her skirt was also embroidered with the pattern of the Omans clan emblem.

They had received an order a long time ago that the fiancée of Duke Hecha, Lanny Omans' carriage would enter the city in a few days, but they did not expect to meet the future duchess in this way.

The guarding cavalry immediately got on their horses and rushed to report to the steward in Duke Helan's castle.

After the housekeeper Ade heard the news, he prepared a luxurious and luxurious carriage and hurried over immediately.

"Oh, poor Miss Lanney, who on earth hurt you like this?"