don't make me wear a skirt

"Hmm?" Lytle grabbed the little eagle's claws in disbelief and shook, trying to pour out some treasure from its mouth.

The little eagle was suspended in the air, and the blue air it exhaled became more and more intense.

There was a stinky smell in the air.

"God, what exactly is this?" The cavalry spread out covering their mouths and noses, and the blue air they exhaled condensed into crystals and fell to the ground.

It doesn't smell good, it has a terribly rancid smell.

Lytle rolled his eyes and was heavily armed. The inner and outer layers were wrapped in rags, and then he carefully picked up the blue crystal. The old god said on the ground: "It seems that this is the antidote."

The cavalry looked disbelieving.

Lytle looked at He Cha, angrily accused: "Don't you believe it, eh?"

Hecha considered the safety of the people in the city and the shaky city wall, and thought about the usual unreliable appearance of little Aina, and reluctantly said: "You take the initiative to kiss me—"

"Dream." Lytle glared at him, and then ran to the edge of the city wall, looking around. The huge monster below the city was banging its head against the iron gate desperately.

"Oh, poor big guy, he's got a cracked head, it must be hurting."

The green monster bared its teeth and claws, opened its bloody mouth wide, and touched its blood-stained teeth. Lytle turned his head outward, half of his body almost got out of the wall, and this position was just right to send himself into the monster's mouth.

"Instead of sympathizing with it, it is better to sympathize with us who are about to fall into its clutches." Hecha followed behind.

"Oh, oh, why are you standing behind me!" Lytle was so frightened that his legs gave way, and he almost rolled off the city wall. He recovered and hugged the pillar trembling.

Hecha said innocently, "I'm afraid you'll fall."

"Okay." Facing people who didn't believe in him, Lytle decided to just face him with his butt: "I have a great decision."

Hecha turned him over by his collar, raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you going to jump down and feed them?"

"Of course not!" Lytle swayed in Hecha's hand, kicked himself out with his buttocks, and stared at the city wall with bright eyes: "I'm going to throw blue crystals into their mouths!"

"What are you going to do?" Hecha finally let him go.

"Thick." Lytle flipped through the space bag mysteriously, took out a slingshot, and shook it showily: "I want to shoot the crystal into the monster's mouth."

He jumped forward, aiming at the blood basin with a big mouth, and shot out. The crystal hit the monster's teeth, bounced off directly, rolled to the bottom of his feet, and was then trampled into pieces.

Lytle looked at the debris, then at Hecha, and said seriously, "I'm just trying my hand."

Hecha touched his head: "I didn't laugh at you."

Lytle accused him silently with his eyes, then turned his head, and continued to pull the slingshot hard to shoot at the green monster.

After three defeats, he finally ushered in his first victory.

"Look, let's see." Lytle said triumphantly, "I really am a sharpshooter."

The monster swallowed the blue crystal, its body swelled rapidly, its eyeballs bulged, and trembled violently, and finally became weak like a leaking leather ball, becoming the size of a person.

He Cha saw everything in his eyes, he stroked his chin and said, "It seems that the little eagle is a medicine filter."

Lytle grabbed the little eagle back viciously, smirked, patted its buttocks, and said seductively: "Little little bird, spit it out quickly, you take one mouthful, another mouthful, spit three..."

The little eagle rolled his eyes and spit out several blue crystals.

Lytle held the crystal bomb monster happily, but unfortunately his aim was not satisfactory, and he hit one of the three.

"I'll do it." Hecha drew his slingshot.

Lytle was very dissatisfied: "Oh, don't think that you have practiced archery, so you are complacent and look down on my accuracy."

Hecha glanced at him.

Lytle hurriedly covered his mouth and backed away, and complimented unconsciously: "Your Excellency Duke is extremely brave, and he will definitely win a big victory."

After finishing speaking, he felt something was wrong. Is this a conditioned reflex? !

Damn it, when will he get rid of this bad habit of unconsciously flattering Hecha!

Hecha missed the first shot, which angered the monster, and the monster slammed into the wall like crazy, and the wall began to loosen.

Lytle gloated while swaying along the city wall: "It seems that you are not very good."

Hecha did not speak, and shot out the second crystal, which hit the red heart, and then, the third and fourth crystals did not deviate.

"You're so lucky." Lytle's eyes were red with jealousy.

The green monsters shrunk to their normal size one by one, and fell to the outside of the city wall. John Bar and Rogue finally freed up their hands, and led the scarred but excited cavalrymen who led the puppet headed by Jelim Teachers surrounded.

Witt and his party were also panting from the backlash of their puppets.

The situation of Delance's army became more and more pessimistic, and the cavalry led by John Bar became more and more courageous.

Seeing that something was wrong, Omans suddenly opened the curtain of the car, his pupils shrank, and he ordered loudly: "Retreat——"

At this moment, Hecha opened the city gate and led a large number of elite cavalry behind him.

Ormanston was losing his cool.

"Jesus, get 'em out--quick, quick! Get 'em out--"

What Omans was talking about was the cages locked with green monsters behind him, six of which were empty, and only the last three remained.

The male servant glanced at the huge monster in the cage in fear, lowered his eyebrows and remained motionless. He saw with his own eyes that the servant who opened the cage was torn apart by the monster in the cage because he couldn't dodge in time.

"Fool! What are you still doing?! Go and drive!" Earl Omans's eyes were tearing open: "Release that thing, maybe you can save a life, once you are captured, you and I still have a way to live ?! They will send us to the gallows, when we die, you will die together!"

The servants ran away in a panic, the hand holding the key trembling slightly, and it took a long time before they opened the cage.

With a roar, the green monster came out of the cage, without the puppeteer to control them, like a very hungry beast, bit off the necks of the fleeing servants, easily tore their bodies, and fell to the side, finally , turned his gaze to the closest one, Omans' carriage.

Before Omans had time to let the coachman take him away, his back felt cold. He looked back and saw three pairs of giant puppets emitting a faint green light drooling at him, and his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.

There was no chant to control them in the sky.

Omans was extremely angry. Is Jelim deaf or blind? !Can't they see that the monster has come out?

"What are you doing?! Stop it—" Omans yelled.

The puppet masters dealt with the Moyervia cavalry wearily, and did not hear his shout at all, and the monster was only in front of his eyes for a moment.

He suddenly began to regret that he shouldn't have trusted that lunatic Jelim at all!These crazy monsters are out of control!

Don't open the cage either!That way they never come out!

God, who will save him? !He should have considered the long term—

Omans was grabbed with a face full of fear, his swollen arms and thighs struggled constantly, like a fish dying.

In the distance, Hecha grabbed the slingshot and aimed at the monster's open mouth.

With its mouth closed, Omans' head was swallowed together with the blue crystal.

Leaving a body alone, it fell to the ground with a "boom".

The monsters moved very fast, and they attacked the cavalry on both sides indiscriminately.

Hexa aimed the slingshot at the second one.

The second came crashing down.

When he aimed at the third, he frowned—the crystal was gone.

The third pounced on him frantically, opened its mouth wide, and Hecha drew out his sword with a icy expression on his face.

At the moment when the battle was about to take place, a beam of blue light entered the monster's mouth, and the monster shrank rapidly and lost its fighting power.

Hecha turned his head and looked at the city wall.

Lytle shook the slingshot in his hand and made a face at him.

Hecha evoked a faint smile.

After staring at each other for a while, he drove his horse to the side of Omans' body. The body wearing gold and silver had no head, blood was flowing, and the death was miserable.

The exuberant look he once had was no longer there, and he was lonely and downcast.

"Take the body back, and I will hand it over to His Majesty myself."

After the last resistance, the puppet masters were finally captured, all of them in a panic, with blood and wounds all over their faces.

The cavalry and servants of Omans were all arrested because the dragons had no leader, and the war finally came to an end.

in the castle.

Lytle hugged the little eagle and followed Hecha majesticly, and groaned at a group of puppeteers who had bullied him and were dragged away at the moment.

"Look, this is the end of the wrong team! You will be sent to the gallows!"

Witt said contemptuously: "At least we don't live by selling ass."

Hecha winked.

John Bar immediately understood, kicked Witt's ass, and said in a serious tone: "Be honest! Is this your attitude towards the Duchess?!"

Witt pouts his buttocks and kneels and exhales in pain.

Although John Bar helped him get ahead, Lytle always felt a little weird: "I, when did I become a lady?! Uh huh?"

He Cha took Lytle to his side, lowered his head and said softly: "Thank you Madam for saving my life."

"Oh." Lytle insisted: "You, if you thank me, hand over all the nutrient solution!"

Hecha poked him in the face. "I thought you'd only ask for it at night."

Lytle slapped his hand away angrily: "Do you want me to do puppet experiments every night? Do you think I don't need to sleep?"

Hecha took him into his arms and whispered a few words.

When he came out, Lytle burst into tears: "Oh, why am I so tired and can't get out of bed? What I want is the kind of nutrient solution that the puppet can jump and jump after eating, not sticky and uncomfortable. the kind!"

Hecha rubbed his head and said, "No matter what kind, I will give it to you in the future."

Lytle started to get scared, and he asked tremblingly, "Where are we going now?"

Hecha thought for a while and replied, "My bedroom."

Lytle stared angrily: "Damn - aren't you going to the dungeon?!"

Hecha wondered: "What am I going to do in the dungeon? All the prisoners will be sent to the Royal City tomorrow, and His Majesty will personally convict them."

"Oh, okay." Lytle quickly jumped out of his arms and walked back: "My bedroom is at the back."

However, after walking a few steps, he was carried back pitifully.

Hecha smiled and said, "You are my wife, we should sleep in the same bed, and live in the same bedroom."

Lytle rolled his eyes and decided: "Then we'll sleep together, not that."

Hecha didn't know why his little Aina was always so resistant, he whispered in his ear: "Are you in pain and uncomfortable?"

Lytle arched and arched again, his eyes wandering: "Oh, how do I know whether it's comfortable or not—"

Hecha laughed and said, "Then if you say no in the future, I'll take it as if you said yes, okay?"