don't make me wear a skirt

"Okay." Tisha threw off his quilt, rolled her eyes at his bare buttocks covered with marks, raised her eyebrows and said "tsk tsk" twice.

Lytle's skirt was torn into pieces, so he could only shrink into a white boiled egg, covering up Xiaoji, and urged: "Don't look! Go, go! Help me get my clothes!"

Tisha slowly picked up the broken stockings and shook them: "I think these are more suitable for you. You can hang the rags around your waist while bleeding pus, and ride on Duke Hecha. The beautiful night is just beginning -"

Lytle covered his ears and moved a few times, then turned his clothes angrily.

As soon as Tisha saw him get out of bed, she quickly pulled off the sheet and put on a new sheet that had just been exposed to the sun.

"Oh, damn—"

Lytle threw Hecha's coat on the floor.

"Why isn't there anything that fits me?!"

Tisha glanced up at him and asked in surprise, "Are you performing a dance with bare buttocks?"

"What do you mean dancing around with bare buttocks? Why are you so vulgar!" Lytle scolded while looking for something he could wear: "How could I have a maid with such a dirty mind like you?!"

Tisha shrugged: "Obviously you made me."

Finally, Lytle found a dark coat that could cover the buttocks and cover the knees with only two little feet exposed.

"What do you think? Would it be weird?"

Tisha rubbed her chin and reluctantly said: "Dear master, you will make people think that you are secretly wearing an adult's clothes."

"Hmm? Could it be because it's too long?" Lytle tugged on his coat uncomfortably.

"What do you think?" Tisha turned the sheet on her hands.

"It's all your fault!" Lytle turned his anger on her, and ran forward limping: "You didn't even help me with my clothes, did you deliberately want me to go out with my butt naked?!"

Tisha suggested: "You can still wear your little ragged skirt."

"If it weren't for the lost props." Lytle panted and opened the door of Duke Hecha's room: "I wouldn't sacrifice myself, wearing white stockings and short skirts, panting."

"What are you doing out there?" Tisha tried to stop him from running around: "Is your butt not hurting anymore?"

Lytle's eyes seemed to be equipped with two radars, and they kept scanning the corridor: "I'm going to the kitchen to steal chicken legs to eat."

Tisha put down the dirty bed sheet: "Let me get it for you."

"Don't move!" Lytle glared at her quickly, and muttered, "Don't think I don't know, you've all been bribed by the bastard Hecha, pretending to bring me chicken legs, but actually wanting to report him!"

Tisha slowly moved a bench and sat down.

"So why do you have to be sneaky when you eat a chicken leg?"

Lytle wiped away the unwarranted tears sadly: "You don't understand, because once the bastard Hecha catches him, he will threaten me and stab my poor ass!"

Tisha took it seriously: "Then you must always be vigilant and be careful not to be stabbed."

Lytle didn't see Tisha's eyes, nodded solemnly, and moved cautiously towards the kitchen.

Like an afterimage, he slid from one wall to another, staggering, but extremely steady, and his eyes turned quickly.

Immediately afterwards, a rustling sound made Lytle stop at the corner, and he heard a faint conversation between a man and a woman.

Oh, these two must be secretly flirting!

Most of the maids in Duke Hecha’s castle were slim and beautiful, Lytle had already listed them all in his harem—except for Thea, who was just as scary as Hecha, and they were all demons!

Lytle looked into the corridor vigorously, and sure enough, they were furious. The maid in a white tutu skirt had been pressed against the wall and was agitating mouth to mouth, and the man even started to use his hands.

Oh, hot eyes hot eyes.

Lytle looked displeased at the brutal murder of one of his harem, and Grunt looked like an old man with a big belly and uglier than the bastard Hecha.

"Hey." The maid said coquettishly, and pushed away the man who was pressing on her: "Don't touch there, you will be seen by others."

The man with the big belly gnawed at her again, and calmly said: "Where is anyone? Who will see? Duke Hecha is still in the room with his eyes closed, and you are the only cutie cleaning here. Who will notice us? "

Hmmmm?cute?Who speaks so disgustingly?Lytle pricked up his ears vigilantly, oh, this guy is as wretched as Duke Hecha!He got goosebumps all over the place.

"Hateful." The maid said strangely as she drew circles on his chest.

"My lord Duke is always in good spirits, why do you feel a little depressed today?" The man with a big belly frowned, as if he had great doubts about this unusual phenomenon: "Does he know something?"

"Maybe I'm too tired." The maid was not interested in his question, so she asked perfunctorily, "The duke and the duchess are about to hold a wedding, and they are on good terms. Some servants sweeping the second floor at noon today heard the movement , maybe the Duchess has squeezed him dry."

"The Duchess?" The man with the big belly thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized: "Lanny, the daughter of Earl Omans?"

"Yeah, but I heard it's fake. It's a man. His real name is Lytle. He seems to be a puppeteer. He was the one who pretended to be a servant and made the Duke's castle go crazy a year ago." The maid's eyes were full of doubts: "You don't know? Didn't you have a meeting with Duke Hecha? Why is the news so behind?"

The man's expression changed, he firmly grasped the maid's arm, and said in a low voice, "Miss Laney is actually Lytle?!"

"Yes, yes, I don't dislike seeing His Excellency the Duke, on the contrary, he enjoys it. Your Excellency still plans to hold the wedding as scheduled."

"Hey, you're hurting me." The maid frowned, trying to break free, but the man with the big belly looked like he had kidney deficiency, but his strength was far superior to the weak little maid, and he held her tightly with a ferocious expression on his face.

"You said, Miss Lanny was actually pretended by the puppeteer Lytle who pretended to be a servant a year ago?!"

"Yeah...yes..." The maid couldn't move, her face was blushing, "It's good...it hurts...let me go...I..."

The man threw the maid viciously to the ground, silent as if thinking about something.

No matter how stupid the maid was, she realized that something was wrong with the man. She stood up, bumped his arm slightly, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"5000 million gold coins are right in front of you!" The man with a big belly raised his head and laughed, and the beard on his chin trembled as he said excitedly, "He is a wanted criminal with a high reward in De Lance! He can create countless conscious puppets His puppet master, one of the most wanted people of Earl Omans!"

At this moment, the maid's fingers trembled slightly: "God, can you tell me how you, who have never been out of the city, know that Delance City is offering a reward?"

"Because I'm not from this city at all." The man with the big belly replied lightly, looking at the maid with the same murderous intent.

The maid's face turned pale: "You were pretended by someone else?!"

"You don't need to know that."

Under the maid's shocked gaze, the man stunned her with three strikes, looked left and right, and calmly threw her into an unlocked storage room, tied a rope, gagged her, and went on to be fair and honest. walk away quickly.

Lytle, who secretly overheard their conversation, was also in shock, oh, did he get a reward?It sounds like the bounty is still high, and this man with a big belly doesn't look like he just entered the castle to discuss the distribution of the manor to the common people. He seems to be deliberately spying on important information!

Fortunately, the man with the big belly was quite conscientious, he didn't see the blood directly, and seeing that his harem was barely safe, Lytle's hand that was originally placed on the interspatial bag also dropped straight down due to a sigh of relief.

After finishing everything, the man with a big belly walked forward blankly, Lytle hid in a blind corner, and when he saw him leave, he followed behind without hesitation.

His face was subconsciously counterattacked by the maid, and a layer of skin was torn. The flesh turned up, but there was no bleeding at all.

As he walked, the man was extremely irritable, and he directly clasped his neck, tearing off his entire face.

In the next second, Lytle saw a face he was not unfamiliar with—Antuofang, the old lord of the attached city of Moyervia.

Oh, his mind suddenly got stuck.

Antoine, they met two weeks ago.

He took his beautiful daughter Qi Lifu to the Duke Hecha's banquet.

Oh, and this guy's daughter, who was deeply impressed by his handsome face and stalwart figure at the banquet, they discussed in a friendly and affectionate manner whether the bastard Hecha had impotence—it seemed to be wrong.

Lytle felt strange.

Why did the city lord, who is well-fed and well-fed, deliberately pretend to be a nobleman in the city of Moyervia and sneak in to attend Duke Hecha's meeting?

And are the counterfeit tricks so advanced now? !

Did you agree that the human-skin-mask technology is exclusive to Charlie?Why do random, irrelevant people now have one?

An Tuofan threw the tattered soft leather mask into the space bag, took out a new mask, and put it on his forehead calmly. Not long after, the "big belly man" came back to life .

Big Belly walked all the way, Lytle followed all the way.

He just happened to meet Tisha who was holding the tub and was about to wash the sheets.

The big belly wiped his face. In fact, he wanted to make the stiff face softer. When he saw Tisha, he quickly stopped.

"Beautiful lady, do you know where Miss Laney's room is?"

Tisha has a burly figure and sharp-edged face. She looks indifferent when she is not smiling, and her mouth looks like she is about to hit someone when she is not smiling. Antofan also squeezed out the words "beautiful lady" through gritted teeth.

Lytle hid in the shade of the corridor and covered his mouth, almost crying out of laughter.

Tisha stopped, looked him up and down, and asked, "Who are you?"

An Tuofan showed a kind smile and said, "I am the son of Peter Ellan. My father specially prepared a generous gift and wants to visit the Duchess."