Chapter 156, One Hundred and Fifty-Six

Deslan Dungeon, where there is no system, no order, and wandering fugitives and unemployed vagrants reside here, tearing each other apart.
After hiding and sneaking around for three weeks, Lettel finally threw out all the vagabonds here and set up clean tents. Every day, Tisha the maid cleans inside and out very neatly, but unfortunately, the spreading smell still makes him unable to bear it.
Today, still no customers came.
He lazily curled up on the blanket, not moving at all. After a while, he commanded the busy maid, "Tisha, go pour me a glass of fruit wine!"
The parrot on the side mimicked his voice and said, "Fruit wine, fruit wine."
Tisha is a strong and tall servant, also the first puppet created by Lettel with independent self-consciousness and explosive combat power. Except for not being very intelligent and having a sarcastic and rude personality, everything else is considered perfect.
Theresa heard the command and immediately dropped the broom with a loud "thud". Without hesitation, she took out a glass of orange juice from the cupboard and handed it to him.
The orange juice had been left for a few days, with a thin layer of dust floating on top and a fly that wasn't completely dead.
Laiter stared at the small animal struggling in the water, feeling the goosebumps all over his body. After disgustingly setting it aside, he repeated in disbelief, "Tisha, you may not have heard clearly, what I wanted was fruit wine, not poison soaked by insects!"
Tisa gave him a cold glance and said in a flat tone, "Master, please realize the fact that we no longer have any fruit wine. Stop daydreaming. Do you still think you are the admired and beloved great puppeteer?"
Does the lack of these honors give you the right to serve me orange juice with flies in it?! You hypocritical woman!
Tisha seemed to ignore his silent accusation. She swiftly took the cup, poured out half of the orange juice, and got rid of the fly that was wiggling angrily at eye level. She then grabbed an aged vinegar bottle and added the other half, the black liquid swallowing up the orange. She placed the filled cup heavily on the round table in front of Laiter and resumed her cleaning with the broom.
"Huala la - " Tisha passed by him and, by the way, cleaned his face with a broom. The young man's clean and delicate face immediately became covered in dust.
莱特尔气得跳脚，本就白皙的脸颊上浮出一层霞云，红彤彤地像被抹了层腮红:“该死的，我要解雇你——！！”
然后他一头撞在了厚重的胸脯上，强壮如蒂莎挺直了腰板屹立不倒，莱特尔却因为惯性一屁股跌坐回地上。
"Tsk tsk." Tisha pitifully glanced at her thin and frail master, and then saw him glaring at her angrily. His slightly upturned peach blossom eyes were even filled with teardrops: "With such a delicate body, it's no wonder that Count Omansburg, the seducer, wants to imprison you."
She thought for a moment, then added: "If you fire me, when Count O'Mansbry comes after you, you'll just have to let him snap your delicate waist."
Leitel angrily kicked her out.
The despicable Count Oman, the old city lord of Dusland, is a greedy and lewd old man. He resorts to coercion and inducement, but lacks integrity. With his proud and arrogant nature, he is not very cautious and almost fell into a trap. When fleeing, he lost almost all of his precious puppets.
Tisha, a strong woman, was hit on the back of her head by a spear while breaking through a siege to save him. A large hole was created, and when she woke up, her personality had drastically changed, completely opposite to her original character.
Litel cannot cure her, all the props for repairing and maintaining the puppets were confiscated during the escape, and there is only half a bottle of potion left in the cabinet that can keep Tisha running - without Tisha, he will be unable to move a step in the underground dungeon.
Oh no! The once honest and simple housemaid has left him, only to be replaced by the unpredictable, sharp-tongued, and caustic Tisha, reminiscent of Lady Ke Liya Fu.
After organizing and storing all the bottles and jars in space bags, Laiter searched through all his belongings, only to be disappointed to find that he was left with only one gold coin.
Out of necessity, he called for an urgent family meeting.
Though it was called a family meeting, in reality, there was only one person and two puppets, one of which was a featherless parrot named Little Parrot, who was given a cute name by Laiter.
Speaking of the parrot, it aspires to be an eagle soaring in the sky, but the cruel reality harshly undermines its confidence. In fact, let alone soaring, being able to fly low for twenty minutes is already on the brink of its limit.
In a concise and clear manner, Laiter pointed out two paths: "Either we stay here and wait for the rabbits to come, maybe tomorrow a guest will arrive and we can earn gold coins by completing their task to buy low-quality nutrient solutions. Although this is a safe approach, there is still a risk of being discovered. Of course, we have a second path..."
He pursed his crimson lips, revealing an extremely weird expression, and after a few seconds, as if making up his mind: "Go to Sirrick Heka's territory and steal all the preserved puppets maintained in his castle."
The closest small towns to leave Deslan City are not prosperous. The lords of these small towns have all been bribed by Oman's and the only option is to go to the slightly further city of Movia, which is Duke Hetcha's territory. However, his remaining puppet nutrient solution is only enough for Tissa and the parrot to travel this short but not too close distance. Time is very tight and a decision must be made immediately.
Tisha raised her eyebrows in surprise and exclaimed, "I thought you would avoid it after that failed experience a year ago."
Leitel blushed, as he had once ruined his appearance due to blindly using potions during the time he was secretly lurking around Duke Hcha, attempting to steal all the high-quality nutrients.
That experience is like a thorn in his heart, and even for nearly a month, it will repeat in his dreams, those damn persistent nightmares!
He angrily muttered, "We would have had a good start if you hadn't mistaken an aphrodisiac for a hallucinogen and given it to me. I wouldn't have been completely defeated!"
Theresa argued, "That's because all of your cans look exactly the same, it's inevitable to make mistakes in distinguishing!"
"And..." Theresa's eyes rolled around, revealing a strange and sinister smile. "Dear master, I clearly remember that after the effects of the medicine wore off, Duke Hecha repeatedly took advantage of you. You even let out a low whisper of pleasure, I thought you were enjoying it as well-"
The little parrot raised its head proudly and foolishly followed along, shouting, "Happy in it! Happy in it!"
"Shut up! You silly bird!"
"And you, Tisha! I'm sobbing in distress! Can't you tell the difference between excitement and distress?!"
"No, I only hear your vibrant singing and your coy submission -"
Leitel glared angrily at Tissa, quickly pulled out a finely crafted golden key from his pocket and stabbed it into her waist, turning it counterclockwise one round and clockwise two rounds before swiftly pulling it out again.
Tisha opened her mouth and found that she couldn't speak.
In the moment she was pushed out of the tent, she had only one thought in her mind, oh, her capricious owner is using permissions indiscriminately again.
Liter swept through everything that could be brought in the tent. When a person is in a desperate situation, even a plain bun without filling can taste like a delicacy.
Kathel filled the space bag with a jumble of miscellaneous household items, and looked around the empty tent with satisfaction. She shouted outside the room, "Dear Tisha, if you can understand the difference in our master-servant relationship and show me the respect I deserve, I can choose to reluctantly forgive you and lift the ban."
No reaction outside.
Leitel suspected that the tent's soundproofing effect was too good, after all, most of the people in the underground city were carefree vagrants, you could never imagine them doing endless warm-up exercises day and night at any location. Killing a pig may only require enduring for a moment, but enduring warm-up exercises throughout the night is a whole new level. Having a high-quality tent with good soundproofing is the perfect choice.
"Thisha--"
"Letel, we need to leave quickly--"
A arm suddenly reaches into the tent, pushing him back inside.
After rolling on the ground a few times, Letel finally stands up with a humiliated expression: "..."
Creating a strong puppet also has fatal flaws, a gentle push for Lettle is like being hit by a heavy hammer.
Secretly opened a small crack, there are already a group of elite cavalry lying outside 161 novel reading website.