The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

"What's the matter? Why don't you talk?"

Eskri had a smile on his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes, "We had a good conversation just now, didn't we?"

Celeste's body trembled slightly, and the faint black mist was still floating around Escrilt, and a few strands even entangled him.

He didn't speak, just gasped a few times.

"Since you don't want to talk, how about listening to me?"

Escrit smiled. He bent down, using his body as a cage, and got closer to his little master: "I really want to invite you to my city as a guest. If you have no objection, then shall we start now?"

His bright red lips opened and closed slightly, and his whole body was terrifying like a ghost. The fear in Celeste's heart did not dissipate, but at this moment, he still mustered up the courage and shook his head: "No, I... I won't go... ..."

Escrito's emerald green pupils instantly caught Celeste's sight. He silently stared at the trembling little master for a while, and asked slowly, "Why not?"

He asked in a low voice, with temptation in his voice: "Didn't you say it's beautiful there?"

Celeste forced himself to calm down, his hands were still shaking, and he couldn't help but tightly grasped the armrest of the chair, as if this would give him a sense of security, "It's really good there, but...but again Well, it's not my home, I'd rather stay in my own home."

"Really?" Escrit was noncommittal: "Since you don't want to go with me, let's continue our previous topic."

He separated Celeste's fingers that were tightly gripping the armrest of the chair one by one, and then held them together weakly, "What did you want to tell me just now?"

He completely controlled the direction of the topic, but facing the sudden strength of the knight commander, Celeste felt more uncomfortable besides fear. He opened his mouth, trying to find other words to prevaricate, "I'm tired I'm going to go back and rest."

However, such evasive words obviously did not satisfy Escrit, he was no longer the knight commander who obeyed Celeste.Therefore, he easily pushed Celeste, who was trying to stand up, back onto the chair, with an obvious intention: making excuses is useless.

Celeste pushed Escrit. He knew he couldn't push him, but he just wanted to test it out. As a result, his face turned paler—the body under Escrit's black robe was cold, and he didn't Feeling any life, as if standing in front of him was a corpse that had gained consciousness.

He couldn't help but recall the too intimate contact between himself and Escrit, could it be...he was always with a corpse...

This conjecture was too terrifying, and Celeste didn't dare to think about it.He had already thrown away the parchment that recorded the other party's horrific crimes. He had never witnessed the other party's cruel methods, and he had never heard of such news before.What's more, although Escrit has become a completely different look now, in Celeste's subconscious mind, he is still the knight commander who is obedient to him. This view cannot be changed in a short while. So inadvertently, the fear in Celeste's heart gradually became less so.

"You...what are you?" Celeste asked cautiously, "...are you still alive?"

Escrit smiled, but did not answer directly, "What do you think?"

His words fell into the ears of Celeste, which was equivalent to confirming the conjecture in his heart in a disguised form. For a while, he was immersed in the fear of what happened in the past, as long as he thought of the person closest to him What is a human being, he couldn't help trembling all over.

A corpse... He was actually with a corpse...

Celeste turned pale with fright from her own imagination and was on the verge of collapse.

Fortunately, Celeste still barely understood that the current occasion was not suitable for him to immerse himself in his imagination. He forced himself to return to reality, to the obvious threat of Escrit, but as long as he saw Seeing the other person's face, even though that face was still beautiful, Celeste just felt that this face was the embodiment of death.

He was really scared, very, very scared.

Neither of them spoke. Celeste was immersed in the fear he had imagined and was unable to make a sound, while Escrito was patiently waiting for the other party to speak. He keenly noticed the expression on Celeste's face With an obvious look of fear, he couldn't help feeling a little soft-hearted, but this brief soft-heartedness was quickly suppressed to the deepest part of his emotions.

——It’s good to be afraid. Only when you know you are afraid will you know how to be a good boy.

Escrito waited patiently, and after a while, Celeste finally spoke.

"What do you want?"

His voice was very soft, with cautious tentativeness, like a cub lingering in front of the hole of its lair, not daring to go out.

"If you want me to reject the princess of the Oss Empire." Celeste continued without waiting for Escrito's answer: "If this is what you want, then well, I will try Go make an effort."

He struggled to finish the sentence, and eagerly wanted to end the topic, "...That's it, I'm really tired, and I really want to go to rest."

He wanted to stand up, but Escrit didn't move away, he didn't even move, Celeste bumped into his chest when he got up, and had to fall back on the seat.

"Do you really think this is what I want?"

Escritter said his voice was softer, but still undeniably aggressive.

Celeste's chest heaved a few times. He was able to say those words, which was the biggest concession he could make under helpless fear, but Escrit was still not satisfied. He finally couldn't help it. Anger and grievance overwhelmed fear for a while, "What else? What do you want?!"

His eyelashes were trembling, and his hands were trembling, "What do you want? Do you want me to continue entangled with you? Do you know how much your request is! You are not even alive, you want I……"

Celeste gradually immersed himself in his own thoughts, speaking fast and in a low voice. Obviously, his mood was very unstable, he was both scared and angry.

Another rejection!

Escrito forcefully raised Celeste's chin, "Look at me, my lord."

"Who do you think gave you the right to choose?"

Escrit stretched out his hand and hooked his fingertips lightly, and he hooked out the pendant tied around Celeste's neck.

"Remember what this is?" Escrit asked. "You can now weigh the pros and cons of each option here. Who gave you this right?"

"Is this how you repay the grace of saving your life?"

Celeste was completely irritated by his words, and he gave a sharp laugh, "If I want to pay you myself for this thing, then I would rather not!"

He ruthlessly tore off the pendant around his neck and threw it at Escrit, "You can take it back!"

Almost at the moment when he took off the pendant, the feeling of weakness spread all over his body again. He felt that he could not breathe, as if the air had a weight and was pressing him heavily. The feeling of a terminally ill patient is nothing more than that up.

Celeste slumped back in her chair, dazed, and clung to the back of it like a soft shawl.In an instant, he regretted it.

He shouldn't be so impulsive... Maybe there are other solutions, he can talk to Escrit about the conditions...

But even though he was extremely remorseful in his heart, he gritted his teeth and refused to show the slightest bit on his face.

——He cared so much about his own face that if he asked Escrito for mercy, he would rather die like this.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angel who cast mines: 1 piece of mint and almond soup;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Baixue; 1 bottle of Tuantuji;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!