don't make me wear a skirt

John Bar was slightly taken aback when he heard the words.

The sky gradually turned dark, the clouds were thick, and there was a drizzle outside the window.

Hecha paced back and forth in the study: "That's weird. When Ireland left, there were three or four more servants around him, and they were in the wrong shape."

John Bar asked tentatively, "Did he... take someone out?"

Three people came in, but seven people went out. Did four of them appear out of thin air?

Hecha realized something, with a calm expression on his face, he pursed his lips, turned around and ordered: "The situation has changed, you should seal the city gate first, and send cavalry to the church to inform the Knight Commander Loge, and ask him to take people to the manor in Ireland Let's see what's going on, I'll go to the dungeon to check."

His Excellency the Duke has always been methodical, but at this moment he couldn’t see the slightest bit of leisurely complacency. Johannbar felt uneasy, and walked out of the castle. The raindrops fell on his hair, as if a lot of cold water had dripped into his heart, and his whole body was cold. For some reason, the wind and rain were coming The feeling made him flustered.

He put aside his messy thoughts, jumped on his horse, and galloped towards the cathedral at full speed.

Hecha walked down the long corridor.

Standing in front of his father's mural, he frowned—the mural was tilted at the wrong angle, and there were obviously traces of being moved here. He dared to act blatantly and arbitrarily in the castle. It seemed that the intruder was very bold.

Hecha raised his eyebrows, and slowly put his hand on the scabbard at his waist, opening the passage to the dungeon.

There was mourning in the dungeon, and he passed through the iron gates without looking sideways, and came to the innermost part.

Sure enough, the puppeteers in the prison who were specially arrested for questioning disappeared, and there was still a faint smell of blood in the humid air, which made him squint his eyes. There was no sign that the lock handle had been picked, and it seemed that someone had given it to them. key.

Hecha walked back while thinking, and when he was about to leave the dungeon, his eyes were attracted by the objects rolled down in the corner.

Beside the pillar of the first dungeon, there was a bloody wooden chair leg. It didn't look like something in the dungeon itself. Except for the bloody place, everything else was clean, like a person with a cleanliness doing his best. As if scrubbed.

Hecha picked it up and examined it carefully, and found that there were spots of blood on it.

There have been fights here.

The seven puppeteers in the prison are gone, which is just right for the servants who left with Ireland, but what about the three servants they brought in?Where did they go?

In the evening, all the cavalry in the castle began a carpet search.

An hour later, they found three unrecognizable corpses in the fireplace, dressed in exactly what John Bar said, the gray patched servant's clothes.

In the fireplace, there is also a scorched human skin mask.

It was obvious that someone had sneaked into the castle wearing a human skin mask—whom Hecha didn't know.

There was a tense atmosphere in the castle, the servants were interrogated one by one, and there were many discussions.

Who would steal the key to a dungeon and give it to an outsider—unless he was dying.

He checked until late at night, with a tired look on his face.

Just when she was at a loss, Thea grabbed the arm of the young maid and brought her to Duke Hecha, with a respectful and joyful expression: "My lord, there is something wrong with this servant. I saw her carrying a luggage bag. I want to sneak out of the manor."

The maid trembled and saw Heza shrinking her neck. She didn't seem like a skilled escaper, otherwise Thea wouldn't have seen through it at a glance.

Hecha looked at her, dressed as an ordinary maid, and the deep guilt in her eyes revealed her thoughts.

What is certain is that there have indeed been many unsafe factors mixed into the castle recently.

Hecha thought of little Aina for no reason, this little guy usually loves to make troubles.

"Is little Ana in his bedroom?"

Thea winked at him: "I'll go and see for you."

Oh, the Duke always cares about Master Lanny all the time, even when examining prisoners.

Thea thought beautifully.

With the closing of the wooden door, only the maid and Hecha remained in the empty study.

The maid was trembling and covered in cold sweat, she didn't dare to look at him, she knew that although this lord was usually a gentle gentleman and never made things difficult for his servants, he would never tolerate betrayal.

Hecha softly said: "Mr. Ireland is your lover?"

The maid recalled the man's disgusted eyes and rude gestures before he left, and bit her lip in silence.

"Let's change the subject."

Hecha looked at her quietly, with unclear meaning: "Why did you run away, can you tell me? This is related to the survival of Moyevia."

The maid finally spoke: "I met the young Irishman at the market in the city, he is handsome, gentle and considerate—"

Hecha interrupted politely: "I just want to hear about your escape."

The maid tightened her handkerchief and replied intermittently: "I have made an appointment with the young Irishman to meet in a grove outside the manor. If he takes me back, I can...marry him..."

Although the maid fell in love, it was obvious that the cunning Mr. Ireland had lied to her. He had no intention of going into the woods at all, and even drove directly out of the city in the direction of the carriage.

He Cha's eyes became colder: "What conditions did you agree to him?"

The maid was startled, her eyes widened suddenly, and she kept trembling: "Oh, I'm sorry... my lord... I, I stole the key to the dungeon, I didn't think about it..."

"You should take responsibility for what you did."

Hecha didn't want to listen to her talking anymore, and waved his hand: "Since you let the people inside go, you will be punished instead of them. Similarly, you will be locked in the dungeon."

"grown ups!"

The maid was sweating profusely and wanted to say something, but the door of the study was opened forcefully, and Thea barged in with an unwavering expression.

"It's not good, my lord duke!"

"what happened?"

Seeing Thea's nervous expression, Hecha's heart sank, and he already had a guess in his heart.

What happened to this little guy?

"Master Lanny seems to have disappeared!" Thea's tone revealed panic.

The only gentle look on Hecha's face disappeared.

Little Aina disappeared for no reason, and the servants in the entire castle were sent out to search. They searched every corner of the manor, but there was still no one. The weather was dark and rainy, which made Moyevia even worse.

Lytle was still missing until dawn.

Hecha exuded low air pressure all over his body, as if a piece of his heart had been hollowed out.

Thea asked in a low voice, "Did Master Lanny run away from home?"

"How is it possible?" Heza looked out the window, there was a ray of morning light in the sky, there were servants walking anxiously around the manor, coming in and out, blue eyes flickered with anxiety, and said simply and clearly: " His maid Tisha is still in the castle."

He hoped that this little guy was playing hide-and-seek with him, or hid in a corner and fell asleep, rather than being caught out by someone.

Tisha walked around the manor several times as if she had installed a motor. The maid's skirt was covered with water and mud. Finally, she was sure that her little master was not in the castle at all.

She sighed, regretting why she didn't go to the kitchen with the little master to get the chicken legs, otherwise the sudden accident might not have happened.

Tisha asked Hecha to send troops to look for him in the city.

Her master is carrying a space bag, and there are Kitty Eagle and Big Mao in the space bag, so nothing will happen to her.

Hecha put on his cloak and decided, "I'll look for it myself."

At this moment, Tisha's eyes moved to the wooden chair leg on Hecha's sofa. She picked it up strangely and looked at it for a moment, then said, "Isn't this the master's wooden chair leg?"

He Cha paused: "His?"

Tisha said: "Master was impoverished for some reason a month ago, so he developed a habit of putting all the broken things into the space bag."

The wooden chair legs were found in the dungeon, and there were bloodstains on them. That is to say, it is very likely that Lytle had a conflict with someone in the dungeon and then disappeared.

Hecha had an idea in his mind, it seemed that the escaped puppet masters took little Aina away.

At the same time, bad news came from John Barna. After visiting the Irish manor, Knight Commander Roger found that the old Irish gentleman and his precious son had died in his bedroom. The corpses had been placed for two days. .

John Bar suggested sending troops in the city first to find the whereabouts of the fake Ireland on a large scale, but Knight Commander Loge rejected this proposal. He believed that it was raining heavily, and his cavalry was recharging their energy and waiting for the last stop, so he directly blocked the city. Just wait until they can't bear to jump, why bother to go to war?

One was the cavalry captain who commanded the entire Moyevia cavalry, and the other was the right-hand man appointed by His Majesty the Emperor. The upright John was angry and attacked, and the two actually quarreled.

Luoge's idea is naive. There are traveling merchants coming and going in and out of Moyevia every day, as well as the movement between city residents. It can be done for a day, but can the city be closed for a week?

What's more, little Aina disappeared for no reason, and there was no strong Tisha to protect him, so he was really worried.

What's more, there were bloodstains on the leg of the chair. Whether the bloodstains belonged to little Aina or the prisoners in the dungeon, he had no way of verifying.

The little soldier who came to report saw that Hecha's expression was wrong, the corners of his mouth were drawn into a line, and he looked like a storm was about to come. He even trembled twice, and carefully aimed upwards.

"Don't Moyevia have its own cavalry?" Hecha's fingers tapped on the wooden table more and more frequently: "Use elite soldiers to conduct a carpet search, directly search every household, carefully, every piece No corner is left out."

The little soldier opened his mouth wide, and only managed to choke out a sentence: "But...but... Lord John Bar is still in the castle in Ireland..."

Hecha said indifferently: "I will search it myself."

Xiao Bing looked at him in disbelief: "But you, my lord..." Is it a bit of a big deal?

"what?"

Xiao Bing hurriedly lowered his head in cold sweat, and turned a corner when he was about to say: "There is nothing."

God, just now the Duke looks like he fell into a hole in the ice!

Before leaving, he turned around and said to the soldiers: "Go back and inform Johnba that I will start searching from the south, and let him take the cavalry to search south as soon as possible, and report to me immediately if there is any situation, and don't act rashly. As for Luoge, since If you don’t want to move, just be his delicate soldiers with peace of mind and honesty with his noble subordinates.”