don't make me wear a skirt

Circular towers, semi-circular arches, the interior of the castle is dimly lit, and the gray walls are covered with cyan vines, densely packed, wrapping this huge building.

"Teda! This place looks a bit gloomy!"

Lipson tugged on Tryndamere's sleeve to hug each other for warmth.

The brat was caught in the middle, and his black face turned bluish-purple.

The butler buried his body in the darkness, only showing half of his face with a mocking sneer: "There are large cemeteries around the castle, Lord Viscount likes to bury those who know the secret in a place where he can see it, so that he can really feel at ease. "

After the voice fell, the temperature of the surrounding air dropped sharply, and the sound from the wind seemed to be whining.

Liberson clutched Tryndamere's arm in fright, and Lytle yawned without any fluctuations in his heart. Is there anyone more terrifying than Duke Hecha?If they match up, it is uncertain who will enter the ground first.

The cavalry led them down to the basement.

The more you go down, the more unique the environment is, everything seems to be revived in the silent night, the gorgeous and intricately carved candlesticks, the flickering bright lights, the warm and comfortable fireplace, the gloomy and gloomy atmosphere of the city wall is swept away.

Viscount Belidada leaned against a dining table full of silverware to welcome them. Unexpectedly, the aged viscount was very well dressed, with brown hair mixed with a few white curls combed behind his head. A piece of water blue muslin was pleated around the neck and fastened with a lace ribbon. He was wearing a pair of high-heeled leather shoes with various patterns inlaid on the upper.

"Glad to see you." Belida slowly shook the wine glass in his hand: "I specially prepared dinner for you, how about sitting down and enjoying it together?"

Polison asked secretly, "Is this the old man who arrested your sister?"

Tryndamere showed no expression, but just nodded.

Lytle stared intently at the plate.

Oh, and grilled chicken.His saliva flowed out immediately, and because Hecha was indifferent, he could only pretend not to care and shrank behind the shield.

"Hungry?" Hecha keenly felt the eager and expectant eyes behind him, and never left after sticking to the dinner plate.

"A little bit." Lytle rubbed his flat stomach. He wouldn't be so hungry on weekdays, which must be the reason for his previous shock.

"Eat at ease." Belida put the wine glass on the dining table and said casually: "Anyway, this is your last meal, and you won't be poisoned."

Lytle hid his body behind Hecha, poked his head out and asked, "Are you going to kill us?"

Belida seemed to have heard a joke: "What do you think?"

Lytle thought for a while, and asked again: "Do you really like to see us scared and excited?"

Belida was surprised: "You are transparent."

"You'll probably never see again," Lytle said grimly. There's a guy three levels above you who just sits still and is looking at you like an idiot.After thinking about it, his restless hands reached out to the chicken legs on the dining table.

Hecha frowned, and patted the back of his hand: "Don't eat."

"Why?" Lytle held the chicken drumstick tightly: "He said it's not poisonous, so let's eat it with confidence."

He Cha's eyes lingered on the red lips for a moment: "If you dare to take a bite, I'll make you drool all night."

Lytle's hand holding the chicken leg trembled slightly, and cautiously probed: "I drool every day, doesn't your mouth secrete saliva?"

Hecha laughed and said, "I want you to eat my saliva all night."

Lytle's chicken leg fell directly to the ground.

Seeing them delaying moving their knives and forks, Belida narrowed his eyes impatiently: "If you want to be poisoned to death, or directly hacked to death, choose one."

Lytle stomped his feet in distress: "It's not poisonous as promised?! Beast! It's so cruel to poison the chicken legs! Waste food, waste delicious food, and lose all conscience!"

Hecha glanced at him lightly.

Lytle immediately flattered and said: "Your Excellency, you really know the details, and you can see through the villain's tricks at a glance."

Belida's expression changed: "Duke...?"

The two children raised their heads together and repeated, "Duke...?"

He straightened up, stretched his neck long, squinted his eyes and looked forward vigorously, sweating profusely from such a careful look.

Hecha was dressed in an ordinary gray servant outfit, and the ashes on his face hadn't been wiped off, so his appearance was not as attractive as before. In addition, he kept silent all the time. He never thought that this person was Duke Hecha. It was more than three years ago that I saw the Mayor of Moyevia for the first time!

"Long time no see, Belida." Hecha took Lytle to his side, and said straight to the point: "My future wife and I went all the way from your townspeople to your subordinates and were caught here. What do you have?" explain?"

Lytle slapped the hands on his waist frantically.

This bastard, don't touch his waist!

"Ma'am?" Belida's voice raised again, and she turned to Lytle. She is the illegitimate daughter sent by Earl Omans to Moyevia to lurk in Duke Hecha's manor?

His heart skipped a beat, the woman in front of him - the nominal wife of the Duke of Hecha, according to the Earl's description, she is timid and easy to handle, and she will never betray, but why did she not receive any news about her whereabouts when she came to Breganet this time? ?

Earl Omans wants to give him up?Why?Or did Duke Hecha find out something long ago?In fact, a trick was set to let him drill in?

Now facing a serious problem, this group of people already knew about the experiment they had done - an experiment that trampled on lives wantonly regardless of the safety of the city residents.

kill him?How many people did he bring into the city this time?Even if he died, so what, His Majesty the Queen who died in Breganite and far away in the royal city would never let him go easily, and would definitely investigate to the end.not kill him?Their secret activities and experiments will be announced to the public, and the Viscount's position will not be guaranteed, or they will be finished.

Belida quickly adjusted his mood and showed an ugly smile: "My Lord, why didn't you notify me when you came to the small town? I thought it was a merchant selling fake pearls, so Popton caught him, you know Yes, the empire does not allow the sale of fakes."

Hecha didn't give him face, his voice turned cold, and he said bluntly: "So the cellars in Popton are full of merchants selling fake goods? Can you tell me when this city was divided into slums and rich areas? ?”

Belidada wiped the cold sweat off his face, and said intermittently: "Then... that area was originally a wasteland, and the refugees refused to pay taxes, so they all fled there, then..."

Hecha rubbed his chin: "So you use them as experiments, and it doesn't matter if they die."

He should play dumb.

Belida pursed her lips and said after a long time, "I don't know about it."

"Oh?"

"Is someone doing the experiment?" Belida relaxed his fingers, showing surprise on his face, and then said angrily, "Who did it? I want to thoroughly investigate this matter!"

Hecha raised his eyebrows: "You don't know?"

Belida replied decisively: "I don't know."

At this time, Lytle's stomach made a violent protest.

Hecha stopped questioning, and Yoyo said, "My wife is hungry."

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