don't make me wear a skirt

The man in the cloak swept across the back of his hand at a very fast speed, his expression fixed, his eyes filled with doubts: "Without the imprint, how can you prove that you are a member of the mercenary group?"

"Don't you know that new members don't need to have a stamp?"

Lytle learned and applied what Madam Lina once said, and a hint of cunning flashed in his black eyes: "Besides, I know everything about the regiment. The old regiment leader died suddenly a few months ago, and the new regiment leader took office. , you were brought in by the new regiment leader—the nephew of Earl Omans’s cavalry captain. He also ordered you to kill Viscount Belidada, in order to prevent him from making dangerous potions for Omans to take the city’s citizens The experiment was revealed."

The man in the cloak narrowed his eyes dangerously, doubtful: "Is this what the leader told you?"

No, no, most of them are guesses.

But this does not prevent him from continuing to fool people.

Lytle gave a big smile: "That's right."

The man in the cloak bowed his head and pondered. In fact, they didn't know many details, including why Belida was removed, and why they came to the small town of Cary. The leader only gave orders, and they were responsible for carrying them out. The gap between the two was also prominent. Which side does the head of the group pay attention to.

Oh, what the hell was he thinking?

Seeing that the man in the cloak didn't speak, Lytle had no idea, so he could only say in a reserved and deep tone: "Smart people know how to accept reality."

The cloaked man lingered on his face for a long time as if suddenly awakened, and said in deliberation, "We seem to have seen it before, but we didn't expect you to be a woman, and you also joined Venerton."

woman?Who is a woman?Hmmmm?

Looking left and right, he finally found out that the woman the man in the cloak was talking about was him.

Lytle was very dissatisfied with the sudden misunderstanding, is this guy's eyes covered with rat shit?A little boy who is a little shorter will be mistaken for a woman?

Although his eyes are not very good, Lytle still chooses to forgive. People with bad eyes generally have bad brains.

First of all, he wanted to figure out what he was trying to do by entering Lady Lina's castle alone and killing so many servants.

Lytle licked his lips and said solemnly: "So we have all been tricked, and the so-called mission does not exist at all."

The cloaked man frowned: "What do you mean?"

"You've been looking for so long? Have you found what you're looking for?" Lytle clasped his hands together, with an expression of whether you're stupid or not.

"No." The cloaked man replied honestly.

"I didn't find it either." Lytle rubbed his hands, sat on the ground, and his mind was spinning quickly: "The disadvantage of a good relationship with the leader is that it is easy to offend villains. They always provide some wrong information when I do tasks."

The man in the cloak also fell into doubt, and murmured: "Is it true that the blueprint is not in the castle?"

drawing?What drawings?

Lytle continued to test: "Did you come here alone? Did you also get cheated by the accomplices in the group? In fact, the real purpose is just to pay you off, and then monopolize the commission."

The cloaked man's expression gradually became ugly, he nodded: "We are in a group of three." The other two were responsible for causing riots in the city and let him enter the castle alone to obtain blueprints.

As soon as Lytle heard the joke, he continued his efforts: "Think about it carefully, have you ever offended them?"

The three of them work together, isn't there some friction?

Lytle was confident in the answers to the questions.

The man in the cloak was silent for a long time before he said: "The last time I assassinated Lanni, there were supposed to be three people acting. I took this order privately and got a commission."

"That's right." Lytle climbed up smoothly: "Your teammates have alienated you, which caused this action to be pure deceit. Why don't you follow me, and you can help you in front of the team leader."

Lytle was too eager, which made the cloaked man suspicious: "Are you sowing discord?"

Oh, how did this guy get so smart all of a sudden?

"Of course not." He immediately stated his position: "Don't you have any other barriers besides this?"

The man in the cloak carefully counted: "A year ago, I accidentally slept with the girl Matos loved. God knows that girl got into my tent at night. She took off her clothes and stood in front of me. Can't bear it."

Lytle tilted his head and asked, "Matos?"

The cloaked man explained patiently: "One of the three."

Lytle commented: "Then he didn't beat you to death, it must be true love."

The cloaked man snorted coldly: "Then he peed in my teacup."

Leter took advantage of the situation and concluded: "Look, look, you have already had conflicts."

The man in the cloak was told that, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense.

Lytle decided to take advantage of the victory to pursue, so he said mysteriously: "Actually, I sneaked into Duke Hecha."

The man in the cloak is very interested in this: "He is No.1 on our assassination list."

Combining his experience of many failures, Lytle thought disdainfully that there is everything in the dream. Not only will this pervert not be assassinated successfully, but he will also strip your pants and stab your little asshole.

"His employment fee is very high, ten gold coins a day."

The man in the cloak asked: "There will be ten gold coins a day without a mission?"

Lytle opened his eyes and said nonsense: "That's right, ten gold coins are just the foundation, and you can get a commission if there are tasks."

The man in the cloak pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized: "You betrayed?!"

Lytle hiccupped, swallowed, organized his words, and made up: "The leader wants me to assassinate him, but my ability is not enough, so I wait for the opportunity to lurk, and I can get some extra money by the way. "

The man in the cloak gave a thumbs up: "It's awesome."

"How about it?" Lytle said in a persuasive way: "Why don't you join me, Duke Hecha's bounty is 55 points for us, and you can only get one-third of it if you follow the original teammate. It's not worthwhile to live more with less money."

The cloaked man's scales began to tilt.

Lytle dared not believe it: "Do you still want to work with a group of people who hold grudges against you?"

The cloaked man recalled the past, and finally let go: "Okay."

Lytle sneered twice, and stretched out his hand: "By the way, what's your name?"

The cloaked man shook hands with him: "Hans Witt.".

"So, Witt." Lytle showed a kind smile: "Don't you want to play tricks on your teammates?"

Whit hesitated a little.

"They sent you away on purpose, and they want to take the gold coins that should belong to you." Lytle bumped him with his arm: "I have a perfect plan, which can not only get the head of Duke Hecha, but also get the gold coins that belong to you." Make your old teammates look good, don't you really want to try?"

Witt wavered, "What are you going to do?"

Lytle smiled mysteriously.

After the discussion, the two each moved a wooden chair and quietly waited for the prey to come.

"Does Duke Hecha really have a habit of watching others cry?" Witt's expression was full of confusion.

Lytle yawns: "He's got a lot of quirks like liking guys' asses and fingering other people's dicks, but this one stands out."

Witt shuddered with an unacceptable expression: "The thinking of nobles is always so unpredictable."

"Do you know how to do it?" Lytle nodded indiscriminately, and took out a bottle of small spray from the space bag: "You pretend to capture me, approach your old teammates, and aim the spray at their eyes—oh, they will Tears flowed, and then I untied me, and I took off the head of Duke Hecha, who was intoxicated by the sound of crying."

Witt thought for a while and praised: "This plan sounds flawless."

Lytle almost raised his tail to the sky with joy, and couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder: "You are really my confidant."

Around midnight, Lytle even snored, and finally Mrs. Lina and Duke Hecha came back.

Followed by a bunch of little tails, bloody men and women each carried a pale, sweaty civilian into the castle.

Lytle jumped up from the wooden chair and patted the sleepy Witt: "Tie me up quickly!"

Witt wrapped the rope three times and tied a bow behind him.

Lytle whirled around in discomfort: "Why did you tie me a bow?"

Witt scratched his head and said with a silly smile, "Because it looks very much like your ladylike image."

Lytle: "..."

Everything was ready, Lytle gave Tisha a look.

Tisha understood it, and fell straight down in the corridor with an "ah", her eyes rolled up, pretending to be very similar.

On the opposite side, the fire on the candlestick flickered and extinguished, and the air was filled with a depressing atmosphere.

The two puppeteers who broke into Cary City were covered in injuries, but Hecha and Mrs. Lina didn't look so good.

They arbitrarily massacred civilians in the city. Mrs. Lina concealed something from him. Keri stole a blueprint from Omans' castle that recorded the steps of making a puppet with extremely strong combat power. Take it back and vow not to give up.

A male and a female puppet master threatened the lives of civilians and forced Mrs. Lina to return to the city to take out the blueprints.

And now, his little Aina has also been arrested.

Is little Aina's puppet bird malfunctioning?

When Hecha saw Lytle being tied up, his brows became tighter and tighter.

Lytle glanced at Witt's old teammate.

Isn't this the last time Hecha was drawn as a man and a woman of stick figures in Bregant?

Lytle clicked his tongue twice, lamenting how the world is so small.

When the woman saw her old buddy tied up a little girl, she raised her voice and mocked, "What's the matter, Witt? Did you take a fancy to her? She was tied up on purpose so as not to be willing to kill her?"

Witt walked in with Lytle, and quietly put the other hand into the space bag: "This girl has a secret!"

When approaching, Lytle keenly heard a slight sound of the sword being unsheathed, and frantically blinked at Hecha.

Seeing this, the woman smiled coquettishly: "Witt, are your little beauty's eyes cramping?"

Hecha's expression relaxed for a moment.

At the same time, Witt brought Lytle to the front of the woman, and he said firmly: "Don't laugh at me."

The spray was then sprayed into the woman's eyes.