The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

"Take off your hood."

Celeste ordered that now, he was standing on the long corridor of the Spire of Thorns, and Escrit was by his side.

He is in a dream.

The city (castle) is very magnificent, and countless aerial corridors connect the spiers to each other, and the route is circuitous and very confusing.

"Is this your home?"

Celeste couldn't help asking, he had never read about this city in any geography books, and, in terms of its materials and construction methods, it didn't look like a building that humans could build.

Therefore, Celeste concluded that this was Escrito's real home.

Escrito in the dream was more silent than in reality, but his attitude towards Celeste was still as submissive as ever.

"Do not."

The black-clothed alchemist who had been silent all this time said, "This is not my home."

"... Wherever you are, that's my home."

Celeste: "...Oh."

He blushed.

In fact, as an aristocrat, it is a bit embarrassing to blush because of such a trivial matter. Noyce is only three years older than Celeste, but he has already had five mistresses.He acted as if he had never heard of other people's sweet talk to him, at most he could play along with it, and it was even easier for him to say sweet talk to others.

However, due to his weak health, Celeste never touches things like love, and his mother doesn't allow him to.He didn't even have the experience of flirting with a noble lady.

Embarrassed, he hid his face in his cloak.

Escritter took Hilleste and walked straight to the center, bypassing the stairs one after another, passing through air bridges, Escritter opened the teleportation alchemy array, and walked into the into the central tower.

At first, Celeste thought that Escrito was bringing him to meet his relatives, but he didn't expect that there was not even a single person in the huge building.

Then, Escrito led Celeste to a cauldron.

The pot was filled with a light green unknown liquid, and it was still emitting heat at this moment, and a curling aroma permeated the room.Celeste looked at the cauldron curiously, and suddenly felt a light on his shoulder, and Escrit helped him take off the cloak.

"Please go in and soak for a while."

Escrito hung up Celeste's cloak, and was about to help Celeste take off his coat.

After hearing his words clearly, Celeste took a few steps back in horror, clutching his coat tightly, refusing to let Escrit reach out.Some scary elf stories came to mind (also from the ancient eastern kingdom)

——Could it be that his real purpose is to eat me?

He looked around. This is a very standard alchemy room. Bottles and jars filled with liquids of different colors are everywhere. Celeste is a little scared, but more annoyed:

"What do you want to do?"

he asked warily.

"That pendant alone can't completely cure you." Escrit's tone was calm, with some doubts, "So I prepared these liquid medicines for you to soak, you are now in the state of a soul, soak these medicines Liquid can mend your soul directly."

Celeste really wanted to trust his knight commander, but the steaming cauldron was beyond imagination, and he definitely didn't intend to agree.But suddenly, a thought came to his mind: How could Escrit hurt him?

This idea came out of the blue, but it was unexpectedly convincing. Celeste easily accepted this conclusion, and was no longer so resistant to Escrit's proposal.

He made enough mental preparations, and finally made a request: "Then I want you to soak with me."

There was no firewood under the pot, only an alchemy array that was emitting light. Escrit squatted down and slid his fingers on the alchemy array a few times. Suddenly, the liquid in the pot began to boil rapidly, and quickly calm down.

Escrito took off his black robe neatly, and put his hand into the slightly bubbling liquid. After confirming that the temperature was suitable, he walked up to Celeste and took off his coat, shoes and socks for him.

Soaking in a hot cauldron is not a good experience, at least not for Celeste.

He leaned against Escrit, and the strangely scented liquid flooded his shoulders.

The slightly hot liquid and the steaming aroma made Celeste fall into a comfortable state of trance, he squinted his eyes, and a drop of water rolled down from his eyelashes:

"Didn't you really want to boil me?"

After confirming her safety, Celeste was also in the mood to joke: "Escrito, do you want to eat me?"

His voice was lazy, and there was a bit of squeamishness that couldn't be ignored. Celeste would never show this side in front of people other than his parents, but now, he began to think: Escrito seems to be very trustworthy.

The pale man nodded slowly: "If possible, I really want to do it."

His tone was very calm, and Celeste couldn't figure out his true intentions. The trance state just now disappeared suddenly, and he became nervous.

"...I forbid you to do this, Escrito." Celeste said: "You must not have such thoughts again, understand?"

Escrito didn't answer, just smiled and kissed Celeste's forehead reassuringly.

Different from the real world, although Escrito in the dream is still obedient to Celeste, there is always an aura about him that makes Celeste uneasy.It was as if beneath his obedient appearance, there was an unworthy soul lurking.

Celeste didn't know if he felt wrong, but Escrito in black made him feel strange and dangerous.

"Come, my master."

After announcing that Celeste could come out of the cauldron, Eskrit took his master to his alchemy laboratory.

He took Celeste's hand and led him forward.

Celeste doesn't want to walk hand in hand with someone. In his opinion, that's a behavior only between noble ladies.He struggled to get his hand out of Escrit's, but he failed.Escrito's hands were clasped tightly, wrapping around Celeste's hand like a chain.

"let me go."

His Excellency the Duke, who tried several times without success, said angrily, "Don't hold me."

He struggled hard, but failed.

"Are you disobedient?"

He stopped, looked up at Escrit, and asked with a cold expression: "Do you think you can ignore my authority?"

Escrit let go of Celeste's hand, bent down, and whispered in Celeste's ear, "I'm sorry, master."

He seemed to smile, and repeated again: "I'm really sorry."

He apologized, but there was no trace of apology in his brows and eyes, and the corners of Yin Hong's mouth were slightly curved, revealing a shallow smile, as if very happy.

Celeste pursed his lips suspiciously. He didn't ask, but he had already decided not to come here again.

The other side of Escrito didn't seem to be so obedient to him.

He's not used to this.

"These are all my creations."

Before they knew it, they had arrived at Escrito's alchemy laboratory. Escrito opened the door, revealing the inside of the laboratory.Liquids of various colors are soaked in huge glass tubes, many thin-necked flasks are neatly placed on the shelves, and piles of manuscripts are stacked on the huge stone table.

Escrito gently pushed Celeste's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Would you please take a look at my results?"