don't make me wear a skirt

Mrs. Lina held the parchment in her arms like a baby: "It records in detail how to make household puppets—responsible for the owner’s daily life, combat puppets—responsible for fighting against enemies, and toy puppets—responsible for To provide fun, the puppet produced has self-awareness and strong obedience at the same time, which is why Earl Omans wanted it."

Lytle picked his ears.

Isn't that what he said when he was bragging with Omans?

In fact, there are a lot of unstable factors in the process of making puppets, and no one knows what the final product will be.

such as--

Lytle secretly glanced at Tisha.

His household puppet was appreciating the scarred-eyed long sword, and flicked it with great interest.

The blade of the sword shone with an icy cold light.

Lytle jumped aside in fear.

Tisha stopped and cast a mocking glance in the direction where he was standing: "Are you scared enough to pee your pants?"

God knows that at that time he only wanted to be a gentle and virtuous maid, the kind who served her water when she was thirsty, and fed him when she was hungry.

The gap between the result and the reality is not a little bit worse.

On the other side, Mrs. Lina was affected by Tisha's voice, hiccupped before continuing: "A puppet army with extremely high fighter jets and [-]% obedience is the dream of any city lord."

Lytle felt that Mrs. Lina seemed to have misunderstood the contents of the parchment.

To prove something, he pulled Latisha's sleeve and said pitifully, "I want to eat roast chicken."

Tisha put a bundle of vegetables on her back in front of him without any hesitation, and said numbly: "Dear master, eating more vegetables is good for your health, don't you want to be suppressed by Duke Hecha all the time—"

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Lytle quickly covered Tisha's mouth to prevent her from leaking the following words.

Look and see!No obedience at all!

She even forced him to eat the most disgusting vegetables.

"You!" Mrs. Lina was very displeased with Lytle's constant interruption of his behavior: "Can you shut up."

"I have objections!"

As the original owner of the parchment, Lytle felt obliged to remind any lambs who misunderstood this. He coughed heavily and said earnestly: "Have you ever thought that the plan is often the opposite of the actual result? There's a good chance that the paper is just a sketch."

Madam Lina spread her hands: "So?"

Lytle sincerely warned: "Not everything in the drawings is completely correct, and you need to be careful in imitation."

"For example...?" Mrs. Lina clasped her hands together.

"Uh……"

Oh, for example, his Tisha, who used to be gentle and kind, but now has a very different personality because of a hole in her head.

Take Kitty Hawk, for example, who anxiously began to breathe fire everywhere after failing its [-]th high-altitude flight.

A puppet is like touching porcelain, a little carelessness will produce strange changes.

But fighting and killing will inevitably lead to collisions, right?

Although Lytle knew the principle, he couldn't explain it. He could only look at her with eyes that contained an explanation, and blinked anxiously, trying to communicate with her heart-to-heart.

"You know nothing." Mrs. Lina rolled her eyes angrily.

How dare you disrespect the inventor of the drawing!Lytle, who was deeply shocked, kicked Hecha again, and repeated: "Be cautious about imitation."

His answer was a palm that rumpled his hair.

Why doesn't anyone care about the great puppeteer Lytle? !

Hecha lowered his eyes, gently stroked the signature on the lower right corner of the parchment with his fingertips, and read out softly: "Lytel."

Lytle was shocked when he heard the summoning, and immediately moved closer: "Hey, how's it going? Seeing this name, do you feel a calm and calm breath coming towards you?"

Hecha thought for a while: "I feel a—"

Lytle's eyes gradually brightened, faintly filled with anticipation.

"Stupid." Hecha smiled at him.

This guy must be jealous of his incredible talent.

Lytle wiped the corners of his eyes sadly.

Hecha asked suddenly, "What kind of toy bird is yours?"

"Of course it's an attack..." Speaking of the little eagle, Lytle was smug at first, and then his eyes widened: "What type? It's just a silly toy that doesn't understand anything!"

Hecha retracted his gaze and continued to study the blueprint.

Oh, they disdain the creators of the drawings!

Lytle spun around angrily.

Hecha rolled up the parchment and suggested, "It's better to burn it directly."

"No!" Mrs. Lina was surprised when she heard that, and quickly vetoed it.

Already she regretted telling Hetcha about it.

In fact, Mrs. Lina is also very curious about how to make excellent puppets, but unfortunately she does not have a huge army of puppet masters like Omans, otherwise the small town of Cary would no longer be an affiliated city at the mercy of others.

"That's right, you can't burn other people's things." Lytle followed up and accused: "This is an act of selfishness."

All the sketches are his hard work, even if there are small deviations in some steps, they should be returned to the original owner.

Hecha told them regretfully: "The Xihuo Empire ordered that the production of puppets with self-awareness be prohibited. If they are discovered, they should all be destroyed."

After all, he calmly put the parchment into his interspatial bag, as if nothing happened.

The eyeballs of Lytle and Mrs. Lina popped out.

Shameless guy!He clearly wanted to swallow it all by himself!And it's so grandiose!

Lytle dared not speak out, he quietly turned his gaze around, and found that Mrs. Lina was also so angry that the top of her head was smoking.

What is the saying?An enemy of an enemy is a friend.

Lytle slowly moved away from Hecha and moved towards Mrs. Lina's position.

Hecha took two steps, then stopped suddenly, pretending to think: "Recently, His Majesty seems to be strictly arresting the puppeteers who make illegal puppets in private."

Lytle moved halfway, then hurriedly moved back, and first criticized a few words filled with righteous indignation: "This kind of puppet master is too much! It's like a locust in the Xihuo Empire!"

Hecha raised his eyebrows with a half-smile.

Lytle humbly asked for advice: "What will happen if you are caught? Will you die?"

Hecha said happily: "Your Majesty should hand over the criminal to me. As for how to deal with it, it depends on my mood."

Is it so casual?

Lytle clutched his butt tightly, trembling.

Hecha confiscated the blueprints and turned his attention to his captives.

The three members of the mercenary group woke up slowly, their eyes met each other, and after a round of silent scolding, they finally stared at the little boy in the black cloak angrily.

"How dare you lie to me?!"

Lytle rolled his eyes and realized that he was being targeted.

Why is it always him who gets hurt?Obviously it was Hecha and Tisha who made the first move, but Witt pointed all the blame at the most innocent one.

Lytle said aggrievedly: "Didn't we just have a cordial and friendly communication? And we became sympathetic confidants."

"Who wants to be your confidant?" Witt sneered: "Didn't you want to chop off Duke Hecha's head? Where is his head now? It was swallowed by you?"

He Cha pondered: "Are you going to chop off my head?"

Lytle felt a pain in his butt, and had a strong desire to survive: "No, no, look, I didn't do anything."

The author has something to say:

ORZ is late today because I have something to do, write more tomorrow!

Not necessarily, watch me play, hehe