don't make me wear a skirt

"The head of Captain Venerton." Hecha's palm pressed on Scareye's shoulder, and his azure eyes looked straight at him: "If you can bring it back, the blueprint is yours. "

Scar swallowed his saliva, and an unknown light flashed in his eyes.

The corner of the woman's mouth twitched violently, with disdain and contempt: "This is really the most absurd joke I've heard this year. First of all, we are members of the mercenary team. Wouldn't it be self-defeating to come here to assassinate the group leader who solicited business? We're not that stupid."

Hecha smiled: "Without the head, who do you think will inherit that position?"

The woman's eyes flickered, her red lips parted slightly, but she was speechless.

"People who have made great achievements." Hecha helped her speak out: "For example, you, you have obtained the blueprint, which is what Earl Omans wanted most."

Witt's heart moved, but he yelled in a rough voice: "What merits can a piece of broken paper do?!"

Hecha raised his eyebrows: "How much is the reward for this torn paper?"

Witt was slightly stunned, and the reward was a thousand gold coins.

A blueprint worth a thousand gold coins, what does a thousand gold coins represent?A commission that allows ordinary nobles to live a graceful and luxurious life for a lifetime. If you kill the head of the commission, not only will you not have to take a third of the commission from it, but on the other hand, their strength to obtain the content of the blueprint will also be greatly improved.

If you think about it quickly, it's not a loss-making business.

The three did not immediately agree.

Hecha understood: "It seems that your leader has given a more tempting promise, such as——"

"After the work is done, sit on the title and enjoy the glory and wealth."

The faces of the three of them suddenly changed.

Regardless of puppet masters or ordinary civilians, no one will covet the wealth and status brought by the title.

Omans was very ambitious. He wanted to get rid of His Majesty and take that position by himself, so he asked his subordinates to recruit a group of powerful careerists. In addition to giving generous rewards, he also promised an impossible promise-as long as he ascended to the position. Take the throne and give titles to those puppet masters who have made great achievements.

In this way, the puppet masters who were originally scattered and arrogant were surprisingly unified, and even formed an army in a short period of time.

And such good things?

Lytle touched his chin, why didn't the person who invited him make it clear?After that he was Duke Lytle, equal to Hecha who was Duke, and oh, no one dared to do anything bad to his precious ass.

He imagined Earl Omans becoming His Majesty ruling Xihuo again, and suddenly goosebumps all over his body.

These two bad guys, no matter which side gains power, it seems that they are not very good?

Hecha said: "If you want blueprints or titles, you can choose slowly, but..."

Scarred eyes were tense all over, and his eyes were alert.

"Time waits for no one. Soon your team leader will receive the news that the mission failed." Hecha's eyebrows were slightly frowned: "What will be waiting for you?"

The three looked unstable, thinking about their own affairs.

The group leader will be disappointed in them, and countless puppet masters will come to replace him.

Hecha dug out a medicine bottle from the interspatial bag, and fed them a pill each.

Witt said angrily: "What did you eat for us?!"

"Cartilage Pills, the effect of the medicine ends the day after tomorrow." After answering, Hecha gently untied: "I can let you go, if you want blueprints, I think you should know how to do it."

"You want to let them go?!" Mrs. Lina yelled in disbelief: "These three people have killed more than a dozen of my citizens. I wish I could stab them to death on a cross to vent my hatred!"

Hecha said: "Have you ever thought that if you put them on the cross today, the small town of Cary will usher in the second batch of attacking puppet masters tomorrow, even stronger than this group, and will be attacked by then? It’s not just your dozen or so citizens that are hurt, but the entire small town.”

Madam Lina's expression froze.

Hecha solemnly swore: "I will never do things based on my own preferences. The safety of the small town of Cary will always come first."

In the end, Mrs. Lina let go and said, "I hope what you do is as beautiful as what you say, otherwise God will not forgive you."

Wit stretched his arms out of the restraints, but his eyes sneaked to Lytle.

Seeing this, Lytle hid behind He Cha with a "swoosh".

Immediately afterwards, Witt's eyes seemed to be spraying flames and looked at Lytle through Hecha's body.

This damn woman took him for a fool!

Witt's mouth opened slightly, chanting a spell, he wanted to call his puppet brothers to teach this ignorant woman a lesson.

"Look! He still dares to disrespect you!" Lytle hid behind Hecha to provoke discord, and beat his shoulder frantically by the way: "Oh! He still misses the spell! God, he is summoning puppets! You don't care ?!"

As soon as Lytle finished speaking, Witt fell to the ground with white lips covering his chest, and vomited several mouthfuls of blood.

"Are you suffering from epilepsy?"

Lytle poked his head forward curiously and poked the twitching body on the marble.

"I...not...have...epileptic...epilepsy..." Witt spat out two mouthfuls of blood again: "And...yes...don't...touch...your...dirty...hands... ……I……"

Lytle poked again unwillingly.

Witt spit out two more mouthfuls of blood and rolled his eyes.

Lytle poked again, and Witt continued to spit.

Lytle poked hard, and Witt vomited until he was anemic, his eyes closed, and he passed out.

"Oh, he seems to be dying." Lytle took a step back and hid behind Duke Hecha in a desperate manner: "It's none of my business, it's because this guy's body is too weak."

"What did you do to Witt?!" The woman probed her companion's breath, but fortunately she still had a faint breath: "You killed him?!"

"Oh, no, he obviously has epilepsy. As a companion, why don't you actively treat him but let him get sick?!" Lytle looked at the woman with reproachful eyes.

"...he has epilepsy?!" The woman was puzzled, "Why didn't I know?"

"Otherwise, why is he twitching all over his body and foaming at the mouth? If you don't know, it just means that you don't care enough about him." Lytle replied with a look of "explain to me".

"Isn't it you—?!" The woman had a new understanding of his shamelessness.

Lytle stretched out his paws and said aggrievedly, "I didn't apply poison to my hands."

The woman gasped: "Does Witt really have epilepsy?!"

"Who says no?" Lytle kindly persuaded: "Everyone is responsible for caring for epileptic patients. Remember to give up your seat to him in the carriage that is free in the future."

The woman is considering applying to change a teammate. After all, a companion who is epileptic at any time will affect the combat index of the entire team. What if he suddenly becomes ill and lies on the ground during a life-or-death duel?When others ask, do you want to dance for the enemy?

Scareye and Whip Girl dragged the half-dead Witt out of the castle slowly. Seeing them leave, Lytle asked expectantly, "Is everything over? Can we go back to Moyevia?"

"Almost." Hecha brushed out his black hair buried under the cloak, "We'll go back tomorrow."

"Why not tonight or right away? Hmm?" Lytle's eyes sparkled.

The maintenance fluid in Moyevia is beckoning to him!

"There are other things tonight." Hecha pinched the back of his neck: "They will come back soon."

"Why?!" Lytle slapped his hand on the neck off: "They went back on their word again? So why are you being so stupid to let them go instead of forcing them out of the residence of Captain Venerton?" ? Mmmmmmm?"

"They will change their minds and come back to help us take the leader's head." Hecha explained carefully: "A qualified careerist not only wants a title, but also wants to get equivalent strength. For example, this piece of paper records all puppets. The blueprint of the production process, as long as they have the intention to take the leader's head, my cavalry will follow him to find the exact location."

"Your cavalry?" Lytle tilted his head and blinked his eyes.

Hecha smiled: "We're almost arriving in the small town of Cary, around ten minutes past midnight."

Lytle suddenly realized: "So you want to rely on them to obtain the position of Captain Venerton, and then catch them all in one go. Without the Mercenary Corps of Venerton, the newly recruited puppet masters are like a mess. Omans has no puppets but no control Their puppeteer seems to have broken an arm, you are too insidious! You are a devil!"

"Huh?" He Cha turned his head slowly and lowered his eyes.

Lytle was taken aback, and immediately flattered him: "Oh, no, I mean, you are indeed a handsome, wise and powerful Duke, whose thinking and IQ are beyond the capabilities of ordinary people like me."

Hecha thought for a while: "Didn't you say that the dukes are all wretched uncles in the Mediterranean?"

"Among the many Mediterraneans, you can highlight your perfect image of being rich and powerful."

Lytle slapped several nasties while flattering.

He Cha pinched his mouth and said with a smile, "Since when did you become so good at talking?"

Lytle snorted twice, bumped his elbow, and discussed: "Then can we sleep separately in the future? Two people sleeping on the same bed are always so crowded."

"No." Hecha tightened his mouth tightly, but his tone was soft: "I like the way you sleep when you take the initiative to wrap around my waist."

Oh what the hell is this guy talking about? !

Is he delusional?There is definitely something wrong with this guy's brain!

"I didn't take the initiative to wrap your waist!" Lytle looked around in a panic, and found that Mrs. Lina's attention was not on him. Tisha was still picking her vegetables, and she was relieved.

He Cha reminded: "In the evening, eat green vegetables, you are very comfortable, take the initiative to drill into my arms."

Lytle covered his ears.

It's all Tisha's fault, green vegetables are really not a good thing!

Lytle sneaked back to find Tisha, and picked up the vegetable basket.

"What are you going to do?"

"Throw away this source of all evil!" Lytle's eyes were burning, his face was covered by the huge vegetable basket, and he walked out humming.

Tisha was taken aback, and followed: "But that doesn't constitute the reason why you took the initiative to hook Duke Hecha's waist."

Lytle's movements stopped, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he quickly approached Tisha: "How do you know? Who leaked it? Hmmmm?"

Tisha took the vegetable basket back into her hands, and picked the leaves of the vegetables with water droplets on them, and said calmly: "I heard that just now."

"You won't believe it?" Lytle felt that his maid thought was very dangerous: "I didn't take the initiative to hook his waist!"

Tisha also felt that her master should not be so proactive. Just as she was about to speak, Lytle emphasized: "That's because he was gnawing on my neck! He also pinched my butt!"

Tisha: "...you have such a colorful night."

"Oh, I'd better throw the greens." Lytle wanted to grab the bundle of green vegetables emitting a faint green light.

Tisha slipped her hand, and Lytle missed it.

"Vegetables are good for your hemorrhoids." Tisha kept changing her hand position, and warned: "If you dare to throw my vegetables again, I will ask Duke Hecha to open your ass to see how bad it is inside."

"You are not allowed to look for him!" Lytle didn't move, put his hands behind his back and stirred each other: "Do you want to expose your identity as the master?"

"That's what I'm curious about." Tisha frowned: "Didn't he find out that you are male? No matter how inconspicuous the features are, they should have found something wrong after repeated verifications."

Lytle rolled his eyes, and tentatively said: "He only likes to touch my butt, maybe he didn't notice my little chirp?"

Tisha guessed: "Maybe he just doesn't want to expose you, otherwise you will run away directly, and you won't even let him touch your butt."

Lytle was dumbfounded, and that was a terrible guess.

oh!No wonder he just pinched through the skirt before, but now he has reached in and pinched!And this guy likes to do some slobbering movements at night.

The more Lytle thought about it, the more wrong it became, the more likely it was.

"God... let's, let's run away, will he send me directly to the execution platform when we go back?!"

"Probably not." Tisha's reaction was very indifferent: "As long as you take the initiative in bed, he won't throw you to the execution stand."

Lytle's eyes were red: "You vicious maid! Do you want your noble master to take the initiative to open his ass?!"

Tisha shut her mouth suddenly, her eyes staring straight behind her head.

Lytle clenched his fists and was still babbling: "Why should I give in to a bastard? I'm going to write Duke Hercha in the book and make his ass get hemorrhoids like mine!"

"Who's ass has hemorrhoids?" Hecha asked leisurely standing behind him.

Lytle instantly trembled like a sieve.

This guy heard the bad things he said!

What a wretch he was.

"You disappeared suddenly, I've been looking for you." Hecha frowned, pulled him into his arms, and rubbed his smooth chin with his fingers: "You can write me in the book, in other ways."

Lytle suddenly had a bad feeling.

Hecha continued: "Any good book requires practice."

"Oh, oh!" Lytle put his head on his warm chest, put his hands around his waist obediently, and showed a flattering smile: "You are right."

Lytle cried silently in his heart, he might be in bad luck soon, and now he desperately hoped that Hecha would let him go for the sake of being so well-behaved.

"I'd like to read a book in which you are my wife." Hecha demanded.

Who is whose wife?

Why did he write a book about being the Duchess of Hercha when he had already had such a miserable life? !

No, no, Lytle thought darkly, he could write about the wise and intelligent Mrs. Lytle giving up on herself and defeating evil, and finally the truth came out, his male identity was exposed, and all the townspeople praised his bravery...

"I still want to see the content of you hugging me and crying." He Cha hugged him tighter, and said softly by his white earlobe.

Tisha couldn't help imagining the scene, and felt that her eyes and ears hurt a little, so she lifted her bundle of vegetables and walked away without looking sideways.

She shook her head as she walked.She was even more convinced of her guess. Duke Hecha really discovered the identity of the master, and his attitude was exactly the same as that of the master a year ago.

But her master didn't notice at all? !

Simply incredible.

"What did you say?" Lytle was immersed in his own thoughts, and Hecha didn't hear what he said at all.

And when did Tisha disappear? !Damn, what if he got caught kicking his ass on the bed? !Shouldn't a maid be with her master at all times? !

Hecha repeated the words in full.

The warm breath sprayed on the eardrums, Lytle felt that he was about to go deaf.

"Why should I write this kind of content?" He glared, "And why am I crying?!"

Hexa thought, "Maybe it's because you're too full?"

Lytle vetoed without hesitation: "I will never cry when my stomach is full."

Hecha touched his head and said nothing.

"Strange guy." Lytle looked at Hecha suspiciously. In fact, when he looked up, the faces of the two people would stick together, and his whole body seemed to be on fire.

Patting him on the shoulder vigorously, Lytle tried to cover up his blushing face with a loud voice, so he yelled: "Okay, okay, I agree, so you should let me go!"

Hecha loosened his hand a little: "Shouldn't we practice it first?"

"Practice what?" Lytle looked blank.

Hecha smiled: "Experience what it feels like to be my wife."

Lytle's legs suddenly became a little soft: "Why do you want to practice?!"

Hecha nodded his lips: "Don't you want a bestseller?"

Lytle suddenly became interested: "Will you pay me to sell my novel?"

Hecha showed a gentle expression: "We can feel together and write together, and only write your name when it is published."

There is such a good thing?Lytle couldn't believe it.

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