don't make me wear a skirt

Lytle was taken back to Duke Hecha's bedroom anxiously.

He kicked the floor helplessly with his toes and turned around.

"Your Excellency the Duke wants to interrogate you, so just stay here."

The cavalry left without saying a word.

Lytle was tied up, jumped forward vigorously, and burst into tears: "Wuuuuuu, don't go!"

The cavalryman shook his head and sighed, "It's up to you."

The bedroom door was slammed shut.

Lytle panicked like a frightened bird, God, could he still escape? !

Is the end of the world coming?Will he just become unimpeded?Oh, his hands are even stained with toxins. Does it mean that he, who is miserable, must first pass through unimpeded, and then die in a foreign land? !

Lytle's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he quickly slapped Hecha's bed a few times with his hand, so the powder was all on the inside of the bedding.

"Bastard Hecha, we're going to die together." Lytle sneered viciously.

"What are you doing now?"

As soon as Hecha opened the bedroom, he saw Lytle twisting around in a very weird posture with his butt pouted, and smirking "hehehe" from time to time, so he raised his eyebrows.

Lytle's crazily wiping toxin stopped immediately, and he jumped over fawningly: "I'm making a bed for you."

Hecha was skeptical.

"Can you help me untie it first?" Lytle followed him up and down, talking endlessly: "Why don't the cavalry in the castle recognize me anymore? God knows I'm just allergic, and I haven't changed my face!"

Hecha kindly helped him untie the rope.

"It's too dark for them to see your face clearly."

"Sit down quickly." Lytle said eagerly: "This is the bed I made for you after all the hard work."

Thick, sprinkled with luminous powder while making the bed!The little devil in him was laughing.

Hecha didn't move, which was all the more weird because he made the bed himself.

Lytle jumped on the spot in a hurry, suddenly felt a little itchy, and his feet were a little soft, and his face turned pale with fright: "Hmm? Am I having a toxic attack? It's not when the sun comes out. Is it triggered? Why is it in advance?!"

Hecha raised his eyebrows: "Toxic attack?"

"It's all your fault!" Lytle pointed to his nose: "I just wanted to steal a small bottle of nutrient solution, but you put poisonous powder on the gold coins, trying to kill me!"

"Small?" Hecha rubbed his chin, and asked with a half-smile, "Do you really only want a small bottle?"

"Okay, of course." Lytle lowered his head, guilty of not daring to look at him.

"Still talking nonsense?" Hecha touched the soft black hair in his hand, and said helplessly, "Greedy little guy."

Lytle's lie was easily exposed, and he was a little embarrassed for a moment, but soon he became confident again: "You! Hurry up and detoxify me!"

Immediately afterwards, he quickly glanced at the bed, and threatened like a vicious villain: "Hou Hou! Otherwise, you will regret it!"

"Okay." Unexpectedly, Hecha agreed easily, he took out a box of ointment from the wooden cabinet and said, "Lie down."

"Oh, damn it—the detox doesn't need to be smeared!"

Now when Lytle saw the small bottle of ointment, he had conditioned fear and kept backing away: "Whoa, what are you going to do? Are you going to attack my poor ass again!"

"Don't you want to detoxify?" Hecha said innocently.

Facing the two difficult choices in life, Lytle glanced at the bed that was regarded as a poisonous powder, shivering, and moved away from Hecha in secret, whispering: "Well, can I turn myself in first?"

He Cha said with great interest: "You can listen to it."

"When I just made the bed, I seemed to have accidentally applied the powder to the bedding." Lytle grabbed the wooden cabinet like an octopus, flattering him: "After the poison is detoxified, I will help you clean the bedding. net."

Hecha's brows became higher and higher: "It's midnight, you want to wash the quilt?"

"Yes, yes." Lytle nodded like garlic, applauding his reaction and wit from the bottom of his heart: "I am so kind, once I do something wrong, I will feel guilty, and I will not be able to sleep without washing the quilt."

Hecha turned around and lifted up all the quilts, and said with a smile, "Okay, after we finish applying the medicine, we'll go wash."

Lytle clasped the wooden cabinet tighter and tighter, and his eyes turned red again: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"It should be..." Hecha thought about it seriously, and replied slowly: "It's gone."

"I don't want I don't want it!"

Lytle's dark eyes were suddenly filled with "despair", and he shook his head in a panic.

"Good boy." Hecha said softly, "If you can't wash it, I'll let Thea wash it."

Not only was Lytle not very happy, but secretly wiped away tears.

God, why did he get more and more frightened the more he listened?

Hecha asked lightly, "So you want to die before dawn?"

Lytle lay down on the bed in despair, with a look of death on his face.

"Turn it over, face up." He Cha patiently dipped some ointment on his finger.

Lytle immediately thought of something bad, and glared at him: "You corrupt bastard!"

Hecha repeated, "Turn it over."

Lytle rolled slowly.

Hecha opened the vial, Lytle's eyes blurred.

The cold ointment was applied to the cheeks, and some itchy places due to allergies were much refreshed.

He Zha smiled and said, "You yelled after applying allergy medicine?"

"Oh, so it's face painting." Lytle came back to life with full blood.

A strange light flashed in Hecha's eyes, and he asked with a smile, "Where else do you want to paint?"

"Nowhere." Lytle was served comfortably by the cool plaster, and he excitedly said, "Will my face recover tomorrow?"

Hecha took the human skin mask and put it on the bedside: "Of course not, I have to apply it every day. Do you dare to wear it after seeing such inferior things as you?"

Lytle's heart was filled with joy, and he slapped Hecha's thigh vigorously: "Did you come to help me apply the medicine on purpose? It turns out that you are such a nice person, you can't tell."

"So little Aina, can you tell the truth?" Hecha put the ointment back.

"What, what's the truth?" Lytle's relaxed mood became tense again.

Hecha unfolded the drawing that recorded the detailed location of the nutrient solution: "Where did you get this piece of paper?"

"I picked it up in Tisha's corridor." Lytle replied honestly.

Hecha frowned, his little Aina always liked to lie to him with nonsense words.

For the safety of his ass, Lytle said everything he knew: "It was the time when Alice first came, oh, you know, I sleepwalked and sneaked under your bed, and then she went out crying I bumped into Tisha at the entrance of the corridor, she gave it to me, I thought it was cunning and you used it to test me."

"Very cunning?" Hecha pondered carefully.

Lytle immediately changed his words and flattered: "He is knowledgeable, wise and courageous."

Hecha was quite satisfied with the two newly added adjectives, so he didn't care too much about them.

Lytle breathed a sigh of relief.

The terrible Duke of Hecha, he always put on a look of wanting to torture people, and if he was not careful, he would hang him up and stab him, oh, he didn't want to be stabbed.

"Could it be Alice who lost it?" Hecha had long questioned this: "She is a little girl with no strength to restrain a chicken, what does she need a lot of nutrient solution for?"

"Does she have a puppet at home?" Lytle asked blankly.

Hecha denied this speculation: "There is everything in the royal city, and Alice has never been interested in puppets."

Lytle was keenly aware of his words, and immediately said sourly: "Hmm? Why do you know her so well?!"

He Cha deliberately teased: "Because we are childhood sweethearts."

"Oh." Lytle thumped the pillow angrily, and then became more and more angry, wanting to tear it up: "Damn, how is the quality of this thing so good?!"

"Little Aina, are you jealous?" Hecha squinted his eyes to admire the little boy's distraught look, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Lytle pretended not to hear, and continued to tear the pillow vigorously, nothing abnormal, but his ears were a little red.

Hecha pulled the pillow away.

Lytle pulled the sheets sadly.

"Little Ana." Hecha asked, "Do you like me?"

Lytle's face was getting redder and he started banging his head against the sheets, and soon he was rolling with his quilt, covered in luminous powder all over his body.

"Woooooo!" Lytle felt that he was hopeless, except for his neck, everything else was shining under the moonlight: "Will I die?!"

Hecha was speechless, and slowly approached: "Where did you get it?"

"Here and there!" Lytle slapped his shirt vigorously, with tears in his eyes: "I have everything, am I hopeless? Will I die early tomorrow morning?"

Hecha followed his wishes and said solemnly: "It's really serious, the toxin may erode into the body."

Lytle's lips turned white with fright: "What about that?"

"Maybe speed up the treatment?"

Lytle nodded quickly: "How to treat it? Take medicine? Or external application? Or injection?"

"It might be an injection." Hecha thought for a moment, then sighed, "It seems that Thea has a lot of things to wash tomorrow besides bedding and sheets."

Lytle glanced at the sheets, and wondered: "Why? The sheets don't need to be washed, and nothing has been touched!"

Hecha said softly: "It will be dirty soon."

Lytle's attention was not on Thea, but he just muttered: "Well, she can wash it or not."