don't make me wear a skirt

The woman was sprayed straight on.

Lytle waved his arms excitedly, but unfortunately both of his hands were tied up, so he could only make two small thumps.

But this does not affect his high expectations.

Next, the woman will cry out of despair, and then he will break free from the rope heroically like a god, and rescue the coerced civilians from the woman's hands as vigorously as an eagle.

At that moment, the eyes of the common people will be filled with admiration, and the Duke of Hecha will regret stabbing a warrior in the ass and make a sincere apology.

Lytle's mind was as turbulent as passing through rapids and dangerous shoals, and he couldn't help drooling and laughing "hehe" on the way of imagining.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was not on him, and they didn't notice his stupid appearance.

However, the development of the script was not as smooth as expected.

The woman just wiped the blue water from her eyes, and asked angrily, "Witt, your IQ is only ten years old? Splashing my eyes with ink will make your childish soul happy?"

Witt was dumbfounded.

Lytle was also dumbfounded.

At the same time, Hecha, who had been prepared for a long time, drew his sword out of its sheath and cut off Lytle's ropes. The hilt of the sword went around the hostage to the back of the woman's neck. With a heavy blow, the scarred eyes beside the woman reacted extremely Quick, summon a puppet to defend your companions——

On the other side, Lytle, who released his hands, took out the space bag.

He looked at the bottle in his hand, then at the bottle in Werther's hand, and scratched his head.

Hey, they seem to be different colors.

Is it wrong?

Lytle casually aimed at the scarred eye closest to him and sprayed.

Scar Eye's action of summoning the puppet stopped instantly, covering his eyes and weeping bitterly.

Hecha's sword hilt was not blocked by the scar eye, and it struck the back of the woman's neck precisely. When the woman was attacked, she let go of her hand suddenly, and the hostage broke free from the bondage and ran towards Duke Hecha's body. around.

Lytle didn't care about scarred eye, he was a little frustrated, and decided not only to put a label on the medicine, but also on the spray, otherwise it would be too troublesome to keep making mistakes.

He casually put the spray into the space bag, looked up and found that all the good things were done by Hecha alone.

Oh, and where is his lovely hostage? !What about the vicious puppet master? !Damn it, all the hostages were rescued before he showed his bravery like an eagle? !

"You——!!!" Lytle pointed at Hecha angrily.

"You——!" Witt pointed at Lytle angrily.

"What do you mean?" Lytle turned his head and put his hands on his hips to express his dissatisfaction: "As an ally, I am very disappointed in you."

Witt was shocked by his shameless face: "Didn't you give me the wrong medicine to derail the implementation of the plan?!"

"Don't pay attention to these details." Lytle breathed out through his nostrils: "Although there was a little twists and turns in the process, the result is the same. Both of your companions were knocked to the ground, full of ugly behaviors, which is gratifying."

Witt warned him with his eyes: "You seem to have one more task to complete."

Lytle looked at Hecha, then at Witt, and moved away bit by bit: "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand what you said? Oh, we may be too far away, so there is a wide Wide and long arcs."

"Can I kill you?"

No matter how stupid Witt was, he knew that he had been tricked. He chanted the spell angrily, and countless puppets rose from the ground. Their bodies were coated with green liquid, dripping on the marble, and a thin trace of charred black smoke rose.

Lytle quickly hid behind Hecha as a shield: "He looks very powerful, and his equipment has been upgraded."

Hecha mused. "Have you seen him before?"

Lytle doesn't want to answer the question at all, and any unintentional narrative will lead to identity disclosure.

So he chose to strike first: "Hmph, did you hate green so much that you changed the subject?"

Hecha looked back meaningfully: "I only hate the green on my head."

Lytle looked at the little skirt under his cloak.

This guy doesn't think Witt has some ulterior relationship with him, does he? !

"I have nothing with him." Lytle waved his hands frantically, and emphasized: "What secrets can a reclusive young lady have?"

Hecha touched his head, and said softly: "I checked, and there is no trace of him on your body."

What is this guy talking about? !

He just touched it and bit it, don't say it as if he has done something deeper!

Lytle slapped the hand on his head away like burning his butt and moved him ten feet away: "Damn pervert, you go deal with the puppet alone!"

The green puppet rushed towards them like a corpse covered in slime. Witt took out a knife, and the sharp dagger exuded a bloodthirsty light.

Hecha chopped off the two puppets closest to him, but the blades fell crookedly to the ground because they were stained with mucus.

The disability of the weapon made him frown.

Witt sneered: "No one can beat me, you all have to die."

Immediately afterwards, a hammer slowly rose from the back of his head.

Lytle's eyes gradually widened.

Witt triumphantly said to Lytle: "You will regret your choice."

The next second, the hammer fell, and Witt fell to the ground.

Tisha threw the hammer and flexed her muscles.

She shrugged at her defeated opponents: "Never leave your back to the enemy."

Even his maid was stealing his limelight, Lytle pouted dissatisfiedly, no one worshiped him, Tisha and Hecha took over the entire process of bringing down the trio of mercenaries.

Without the master's order, the green puppets drew their swords and looked around in a daze, wandering around in place foolishly.

Hecha picked up Scareye's long sword and pierced one green puppet after another.

Lytle poked his head curiously. He had a new understanding of the long sword made by the Venerton Mercenary Group. Can this thing be preserved? !

Witt tied up with his two buddies.

"What should we do now?" After admiring his bundling skills, Lytle clapped his hands for advice.

"Find the lair of the Venerton mercenary group." Madam Lina looked at the trio of the mercenary group with chills in her eyes.

Lytle was surprised: "Don't they have a fixed office?"

"How dare a group of rats expose their den of thieves to the sun." Mrs. Lina asked the remaining cavalry to escort the townspeople home, recalling the devastated town of Cary, she clenched her fists: "Sooner or later, I will make them pay cost."

Lytle held up the skirt and stood side by side with Tisha: "How many servants are left in the castle?"

Speaking of this, he glanced at the baby-faced manservant by the way.

Babyface has opened its eyes weakly, panting lightly.

"Are you OK?"

Lytle squatted down and asked kindly.

Mrs. Lina showed a smile uglier than crying, and comforted: "Congratulations, you are the only surviving servant on the second floor, and I will give you a raise."

The baby face touched the crotch, and the pale face suddenly turned paler: "Chirp... chirp..."

Lytle pinched the corner of his mouth and raised it up: "Be happy, young man, don't think about some sad things, the old one won't go and the new one will come."

Mrs. Lina wondered, "What is he talking about?"

Babyface wailed loudly: "My Jiji is unconscious!"

Lytle looked pitifully.

"What's going on?" Mrs. Lina didn't understand.

Lytle immediately stood up guilty, and kept stepping on his right toe with his left toe: "Oh, he was almost killed by the puppeteer who broke into the castle. Tisha was eager to save people and accidentally injured his little chirp."

Mrs. Lina pursed her lips when she heard this, held back for a long time, and finally said in relief: "Don't be sad, there is no little chirp, you have little chrysanthemum, both can solve physical problems, the same."

Do normal people really comfort people like this?

Sure enough, Babyface became even more depressed.

Mrs. Lina settled the baby face and went straight to another bedroom. When she saw Kerry lying on the bed and snoring, she was immediately relieved.

Lytle touched her chin, it seemed that Keri, the little lover, was quite important to her.

Carey had an affair with the original "Lanny" and "Mrs. Lina", and the relationship was complicated...

Mrs. Lina's dislike of Omans is not unreasonable, maybe the two are still rivals in love, the more Lytle thought about it, the more reasonable he felt, and he couldn't help gently stroking his unnecessary beard.

After disposing of the corpses in the castle, Hecha asked, "You seem to be hiding something from us."

Madam Lina frowned, as if she had made up her mind, and said straight to the point: "The drawings they are looking for are indeed with me."

She explained: "I don't want to be frank, but the blueprint is very important. Earl Omans snatched it from a puppeteer, and the puppeteer has disappeared."

Hecha smiled: "But you didn't expect Earl Omans' men to easily break into the small town of Cary and kill them wantonly."

Mrs. Lina nodded with embarrassment. She opened the drawer with a key. There was a large stack of straw paper in the drawer, which still had a foul smell.

Lytle pinched his nose in distaste: "You wouldn't put the one that wiped your butt in it, would you?"

Doesn't he understand?Only the stinky smell can trigger the enemy's retreat.

Madam Lina didn't want to pay attention to it, she flipped through it quickly, and then pulled out a tattered kraft paper from the toilet paper: "This is it."

Lytle stretched out his neck to look inside and was stunned.

Isn't this chic note and graceful lines the drawing that recorded the process when he made the puppet? !