don't make me wear a skirt

The carriage slowly arrived at the gate of the manor, and dozens of servants lined up to greet them respectfully.

Lytle supported the old sore waist and opened the curtain tremblingly with his legs trembling. This was really unbearable. He stood on the soft blanket as if he was stepping on cotton.

"Are you okay?" He Cha took him down with his arm stretched out, pinched his buttocks, frowned and said, "Is it time to change the medicine?"

Dressing? !What medicine should I change?Lytle shook his ears vigilantly, what does it mean to change the dressing?Meaning he'll stick his fingers in the ass and poke around!

"My butt is healthy, so I don't need medicine!"

After finishing speaking, Lytle walked staggeringly towards the interior of the manor with a limp. In fact, due to his weakness, he almost fell to the ground before taking two steps.

Hecha picked him up by the collar and let him lie on his shoulders.

"Oh." Lytle gasped weakly.

Although the speed of entering the castle became faster, he was even more afraid, his buttocks had become empty, wouldn't this guy want to let go? !

"You won't stab it again, right? You just don't want to touch it, right?" Lytle wiped all the snot on Hecha's shoulder.

"Stab what?" Hecha raised his eyebrows and asked knowingly.

Lytle was sulking alone, and accidentally got his snot on his chin: "You are so disgusting, you still have snot on your shoulders."

"Isn't it yours?" Hecha turned him upside down, took out his handkerchief and wiped away his tears and snot.

"Your." Lytle murmured softly.

He Cha embraced him with one hand, turned his tofu-like cheek to himself with one hand, and said with a smile, "I can just kiss you in this position."

"Can you not kiss me?" Lytle rubbed his neck slightly.

Hecha narrowed his eyes: "So whose snot is it?"

"Oh." Lytle smacked his mouth twice, at first he refused to answer, and then saw the face getting closer, and said frightened: "Okay, okay, it's mine."

Hecha stroked his head.

Hecha didn't go in when he sent him back to the bedroom, and Lytle quickly slammed the door shut.

"Did you quarrel?" Thea was worried while holding the black rice porridge.

"He's just being shy." Hecha turned around with a chuckle.

After walking for a few steps, she suddenly remembered something and turned around: "By the way, the skirt in Miss Lanny's closet can be changed."

Thea was taken aback.

"He's a little boy, not suitable for wearing skirts." Hecha said softly, and disappeared at the end of the corridor calmly.

Lytle's cute smiling face flashed in Thea's mind, and the hand holding the bowl trembled slightly.

How could the lovely Miss Lani be a man? !

Why does His Excellency the Duke seem not to be in the slightest discomfort, but instead has a sense of pleasure as if he had just enjoyed a perfect meal?

Oh, God!Thea's heart was shocked. She found that the duke's restraint over the years may just be because he doesn't like women. He is actually short-sleeved!

He Cha returned to his bedroom, and the cavalry commander John Ba had already been waiting quietly in front of the door.

"Coming back so soon?"

John Ba said respectfully: "After I set off for the royal city with Steward Ade, I drove back immediately with a letter from His Majesty the King."

Hecha asked, "Where is Ade?"

"Still in Wangcheng, I will probably be back tomorrow morning."

The indoor sunlight was abundant, and Hecha took the letter from John Bar and examined it carefully.

Standing straight, Johnba explained: "Viscount Belidada set up a private pharmaceutical factory, abused his power, and committed the crime of disregarding human life. His Majesty has withdrawn his title and the position of city lord."

"Has Your Majesty checked it?" Hecha put the letter back on the table, took out a quill, and scribbled a few sentences on the letter paper.

"No." John Ba sighed: "It's not that I don't want to investigate, but I can't investigate any more. Belida's wife admitted all the crimes, and insisted that there is no one behind the scenes. This matter...is over."

Hecha pursed his lips: "How about the cavalry who followed Witt?"

John Ba said: "They did return to the headquarters of the Venerton Mercenary Group. In the desert town in the south, all the men, women, and children there were robbed and killed, and it became a veritable ghost town. The people from the Mercenary Group pretended to be them. , Repeating the work on the surface, but secretly waiting for the instructions from above."

He Cha pondered: "Have everyone been captured?"

John Bar said: "The puppet master who escaped half way, fortunately, the leader is a wimp with no skills, he has an empty mouth, and is now being interrogated."

"Did anything come out of the interrogation?"

John Bar frowned: "It's just some household chores of Earl Omans... He revealed that Miss Lanney is actually a fake."

Heza recalled Lytle's angry little face, and said with a half-smile, "I know that."

John Ba lightly coughed: "It is said that this Miss Laney is the son of the Countess of Omans. Earl Omans happened to have a nightmare, and the second lady found an excuse to say that he was a disaster star, and she insisted on raising him as a daughter so as not to suffer bad luck."

He checked clearly: "It seems that it is still a matter of inheriting the title."

"That's right." John Bar said: "Although Miss Lani has been raised as a girl, she is a man physically and should inherit the title. The second lady urged Earl Omans to marry him to you, Your Excellency the Duke."

So who were those people who wanted to kill "the so-called Miss Lanny" at that time?Unbelievable.

"The important gathering place has been wiped out, and Earl Omans will not just sit idly by." Hecha tapped his fingers on the table, and slowly ordered: "He may take action in the next few days, you should make preparations first. "

John Bar's expression was stern: "I will let Delance's spies keep an eye on Earl Omans."

"Yeah." Hecha handed the finished letter to John Bar: "How are Tryndamere and Lipson?"

"What?" John Bar was stunned, he didn't have a deep impression of these two names.

"Two children brought back by Breg Garnett."

John Bar recalled for a while before he remembered: "One of them seems to be very enthusiastic about the profession of puppet masters, and they all stayed in the puppet masters' union in Wangcheng."

"That's good." After dealing with all matters, Hecha was about to go outside, and he could already imagine his little Aina wrapping up the little quilt tightly in fear.

"One more thing." John Ba hurriedly called to him, hesitating to speak.

"what?"

John Bar hesitated for a moment and said, "Miss Alice... she came back from the Shayesu Empire..."

Hecha smiled: "Then I hope she has a wonderful holiday in Wangcheng."

"Actually..." John Bar scratched the center of his eyebrows with his little finger: "The king of the Shayesu Empire retired, so she won't go back."

Hecha shrugged, showing deep regret: "That's really regrettable."

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In fact, I started writing at 02:30 today, then fell asleep at 07 o’clock, slept until 30 o’clock, ate at [-] o’clock and ate until [-]:[-], and then wrote a little ORZ