don't make me wear a skirt

"Miss Lanny?"

Lytle trembled all over, covered the white gauze on his face, coughed violently twice, and then slowly got out of the wall with the hem of his skirt.

Hecha asked the housekeeper Ade for a cup of hot milk, and cut the steak for him himself.

His stomach was rumbling, and Lytle's eyes were red from the hunger. At this moment, he only had food in his eyes, and he solved everything on the table. After eating and drinking, he involuntarily burped loudly .

"belch!"

For a moment, an awkward atmosphere condensed in the air.

Hecha frowned: "Miss Lanny seems to have a good appetite."

Lytle looked at the same empty plate on the opposite side, and said with an embarrassed smile: "To each other."

He Cha wiped his mouth and asked suddenly: "Is Laura okay?"

What?Lytle was taken aback.

Hecha reminded with a smile: "Earl Osman's letter seems to have mentioned your dog's name."

God damn it, why didn't he know that Lanny also had a dog? !

"Oh, pretty good."

Lytle didn't know if the man in front of him saw any flaws, he was nervous like a prisoner being interrogated, everything was terrible!How could a normally well-bred noble lady make such a rude act of belching in public?Duke Hecha must be suspicious!

He decided to say something to make up for his previous mistakes.

"Uh, actually, I have a bad stomach."

Lytle glanced at Hecha secretly, and found that he was waiting patiently, with a smile on his face, for him to continue.

"So the stomach is easy to bloat."

He Cha nodded: "Understandable."

Lytle went on to explain: "Laura—oh, I mean the dog, who got his head clipped with scissors while he was running and having fun, and then I got a new cat on my father's estate called Cow. pull."

Heza showed a regretful expression, and then asked the kitchen to prepare a bowl of yogurt jelly: "Drinking yogurt often can effectively relieve flatulence. I hope your dog can have a good time in heaven."

Lytle obediently took a small spoon and dug one mouthful after another, praising in his heart that his excuse was really perfect.

Hecha almost laughed out loud.

His eyes moved from the boy's long eyelashes to his lips covered in white lotion, and he said slightly apologetically: "I have heard the news of the robbery from Ade, I'm sorry, I should have sent cavalry to pick you up earlier. "

"It's okay." Lytle licked the mouth of the bowl habitually, narrowing his eyes in satisfaction.

It is estimated that sending a few more cavalry to the thing summoned by the puppet master will not help, but if Duke Hecha personally guards it, the situation will change.

It's a pity that he was still in Wangcheng at that time, so Lan Ni must die.

Time seems to be as long as a century.After lunch, Hecha politely invited him to go for a walk in the garden.

Lytle put the veil back on the bridge of the nose, only revealing peach-like eyes, with a slight pink halo around the eyes. He looked at the stairs leading to the bedroom, and his heart was like an arrow.

"My body may be uncomfortable and I need to rest."

Hecha could not refuse and said: "The more you spend in the sun, the more you will have a healthy body."

Then, Duke Hecha held out his hand.

The knuckles of the fingers are slender, and there are still calluses left on the palms from years of sword practice.

Lytle stared at the wide palm, his scalp was numb.

He suddenly remembered some bad memories, which caused physical butt pain now.

——Know that some things cannot be controlled at the moment they happen.

Lytle viciously stuffed the greasy handkerchief he had used to wipe his mouth into the palm of Duke Hecha, and subconsciously went up the stairs like a bolt of lightning. If he turned around at this time, he would definitely see the probing eyes of the man downstairs. .

Like a rabbit with a burnt ass.

Hecha walked slowly back to the study, where the head of the guard, John Ba, had been waiting for a long time.

"You seem to be in a good mood today."

"Miss Lanny gave me this." Hecha smiled and put the squared handkerchief on the table.

John Ba glanced at it and said in surprise, "Why did she give you a dirty handkerchief?"

"Maybe it's an expression of embarrassment." Hecha rubbed his chin.

"???" John Bar was at a loss.

Hecha explained: "Miss Lanny is an oriental with black hair and black eyes, while Earl Osman and his wife are both completely brown-haired and blue-eyed."

So if it wasn't for a genetic mutation, it would be absolutely impossible to give birth to a daughter with such a huge difference in appearance.

John Bar realized something, he was furious, and slapped the table loudly: "How dare Osman blatantly use fake products to fool you?!"

Hecha was thoughtful, and her tone was a little confused: "It's not like, her performance is full of loopholes, why did Osman specially send a girl with very weird behavior to lurk in?"

John Bar snorted coldly: "If you don't play cards according to common sense, you should be most vigilant. Next, she will use her graceful figure to try to get close to you and find out the real purpose of rushing to the royal city!"

Speaking of excitement, John Bar's voice raised unconsciously.

"The charm and means of an oriental girl are recorded in many foreign history books, especially you have already had a precedent, sir, please don't be fooled by beauty again—"

Hecha raised his hand to stop him from continuing: "If your voice is still that loud, then Miss Lanny doesn't need to eavesdrop at all to understand what happened."

John Bar blushed and closed his mouth. He couldn't control his loud voice because of his emotional fluctuations.

Taking out a piece of white paper, with a quill flying lightly on it, Hecha said gently: "Now you need to help me search around the place where she happened."

He handed the letter paper filled with handwriting to John Bar: "This needs to be paid attention to."

Scanning the letter in a hurry, John Bar showed an expression of disbelief: "Do you suspect that Miss Lanny died on the way to being hijacked?"

Hecha smiled and said, "Yes."

John Bar asked in puzzlement, "What makes you suspicious?"

I don't know what came to mind, but the lines of Hecha's face became softer: "I told Miss Lanny that Earl Omans often wrote to me about her pet dog Laura. Love dog Laura, but she didn't realize it."

John Bar broke out in a cold sweat.

"The one in the castle is...?"