The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

In the next short period of time, Escrit acted quickly, and he achieved his goal with a slightly strong method. He was half threatening, half good, forcing Noyce to agree to his proposal.

"Please rest assured, Your Excellency the Duke will only be safer under my protection than now."

Noyce responded with an impatient and false smile.

The Marquess of Smedley, who is now in a high position, smiled tolerantly, and turned away holding his cane.

Celeste comforted Noyce: "Don't do this, Noyce, he won't do anything to me."

The mentality of this client is quite good: "Could he still kill me? Or treat me harshly?"

Noyce grimaced, "Think about how you treated him in the past, my silly brother, if I were him, I would seize this opportunity to feed you bad food."

"...No, he won't do such a thing." Celeste said, "I don't think he will."

"Oh! God, listen, what do you think?" Noyce looked like he was mad: "I think he will! You look at his face, I think he not only feeds you bad food, he It will also let you sleep in a cold bed, you have been with him for so long, he should have figured out all the things you don't like, and when the time comes, he will use those things to scare you, I see what you do."

"Damn it, how could he climb so high in such a short period of time?! He can still represent the wishes of King Oss, is King Oss out of his mind? He doesn't even hide himself! Could it be that King Oss So confidently using a counterfeit product from another country?"

Noyce was so angry that he began to speak out, he was furious, like a dragon that was crazily breathing fire, and Celeste found it difficult to resist, so he found an excuse to leave.

In the corridor, he meets Escrit.

... Celeste didn't know if it was luck or bad luck. He wanted to see Escrit, but he didn't want to see Escrit. These two thoughts had been entangled in his mind for a long time, which made him a little dilemma.

"Good day."

Escrit took the initiative to greet him, he seemed to be waiting there specially, "Nice to meet you."

Celeste had no choice now, he stood there stiffly, "Good day."

Escrito smiled gently. He stood in front of Celeste and looked at Celeste carefully.His eyes were searching, which made Celeste very uncomfortable. When he was about to say "excuse me, let me go", his chin was raised unexpectedly.

Escrit raised his chin with his fingertips like a normal person, "Excuse me, your bow tie is a little crooked."

As he spoke, he bent down slightly, loosened Celeste's bow tie, and tied a bow skillfully.

He was dressed gorgeously, but behaved like the former knight commander who followed Celeste and took care of everything for him: "It seems that you are not very good at taking care of yourself."

Celeste was startled by his action, he subconsciously wanted to back away, but Escrit held his shoulder, "Okay."

He let go of his hand as if nothing had happened, and picked up the cane that he was leaning against the wall again, "Will you walk with me? I really want to visit the garden of St. Peter's Empire."

"……I am glad to."

Hillest said with a blank face that he and Escrit walked side by side, twitching the corners of his mouth as a smile, and Escrit hugged him intimately, which made his mood very complicated.

—Maybe I'll never forget him again.

Celeste thought that for nobles, a partner and a lover are two completely different existences.Escrito was his onetime lover, but he was too good to forget.

Celeste felt that she would never find a lover again.

The gardens of St. Peter's Empire are very beautiful. Celeste often comes here to spend time, and Escrito is often by his side. Try to stay on the scenery in the garden.

"What are you thinking about?"

Escrito's tone was soft, and Celeste had endured it for a while, as long as Escrito spoke like this, the desire to make peace with Escrito would rise uncontrollably in his heart.Celeste ruthlessly suppressed this thought, and replied coldly: "I don't think I need to report my thoughts to you, do I?"

The expression on Escrit's face remained unchanged, "I'm sorry if this question offended you."

They were silent for a while, Celeste stopped, and said politely and distantly: "I'm going back, it's just my nap time, I'm already a little sleepy."

"I'll take you."

Escrito said politely, Celeste turned first, and Escrito followed him closely.

……

Celeste didn't know how the situation became like this. Escrito, who should have left long ago, was kissing him with his head down, and he didn't refuse, and even hugged him in a daze. The opponent's neck.

The unexpected warmth of the other party's body was completely different from the coldness that Celeste had ever felt, but...whatever, he was addicted to this sweet kiss, almost unable to extricate himself.

But soon, after realizing that Escrit had further plans, Celeste turned his head indifferently and rejected him, "You are rude."

He accused, obviously he himself was also responsible, but he didn't say a word about it, and blamed all the mistakes on the other party's head: "Bold."

Escrit curled his lips and smiled, admitting the crime.

"You've charmed me completely," said Escrit, "and I'll be at your service, if you'll give me a treat now and then."

He half-kneeled down in front of Celeste, took one of Celeste's hands and kissed shallowly, "You can use the name 'Marquis of Smedley' as you like, and do whatever you want thing."

Celeste was stunned for a moment, but quickly came back to his senses: "With all due respect, do you want to negotiate a deal with me?"

"It's not a deal." Escrit said with a smile, "It's an exchange, and you can call it off at any time."

The two of them played this tacit game as if they had completely forgotten their previous relationship. The identities of the two parties in the game have changed. And extra exciting.

With a move in Celeste's heart, Escrit sent the initiative to him in another way. It was difficult for him to refuse this temptation. After weighing it in his heart for a while, he smiled lazily, " Lord Smedley? Yes, to prove your sincerity."

"I will do everything to please you."

Escrit smiled, "So, what do you want?"

Celeste looked at him, and suddenly remembered what Noyce had said, so he said bluntly, "I want the entire Os Empire."

In fact, he was just talking casually, his sanity was still there, and he knew that this request was somewhat whimsical.He paused, and was about to tell Escrit that it was just a joke, but Escrit lowered his head and said affectionately and confidently, "I will handle it, my lord."

Celeste was silent for a while, and didn't make his comments, but he didn't take it seriously, it was probably Escrit's beautiful words to please him.Celeste stood up and looked around, surprised to find that his black leopard was gone.

He didn't worry too much. Compared with being raised by humans, the proud black panther prefers to be self-reliant. It likes to run into the forest to hunt by itself. At the beginning, it did make people panic, but it has been so long, how much do you all know? are used to it.

Escrit hugged him from behind, "Let me help you change your clothes." He said, "I remember you said you were going to take a nap."

Celeste looked at him and said calmly, "If it wasn't for you, I think I'd be asleep by now."

"It was my fault."

Escrito didn't object, he took Celeste by the hand, let him sit on the edge of the bed, and began to change his clothes.

The Marquis of Smedley obviously knew the Duke's clothing storage very well. He took out a nightgown from the closet and changed it for Celeste. After setting up this volatile lover, Smedley Marquis Leigh walked quickly to the floor-to-ceiling windows and drew heavy curtains. There were two layers of curtains. The first layer was light white gauze curtains, which were drawn all year round to ensure light transmission while blocking the view.The other layer is the thick velvet curtains. Escrito drew the thick curtains, and the originally bright bedroom immediately became dark.

"I wish you a good dream."

Escrito sat down beside Celeste's bed, tucked the quilt for him, "Go to sleep."

"... Seriously, I can't sleep if you stare at me like that."

Celeste hid under the quilt, and his muffled voice came from under the quilt: "Excuse me, for the sake of my sleep quality, you'd better go."

Escrito smiled connivingly. He stood up, walked to the side of the soft chair and sat down, took out a book from the bookshelf, and looked down.

It is exciting and exciting to mingle with the powerful ministers of the powerful allies.In particular, the other party used to be a servant who prostrated at his feet. Although he is now in a high position, he is still prostrate at his feet again. This kind of experience makes it hard not to feel inflated.

Celeste's vanity has been fully satisfied, and he is actually quite obsessed with each other (although he doesn't want to admit it), so when there is only a short time left before departure, he often Will have close contact with this envoy who represents the will of the Austro Empire.

Now, he thought clearly, what does the other party have to do with him?He wasn't a devout believer himself anyway.As long as Escrito could please him, that was enough.

After all, isn't a lover just for making yourself happy?

After Celeste figured it out, he stopped being stingy with his smiling face, and his mood was no longer cloudy, which made Escrite addicted to it and delighted.

Both of them are happy with their relationship so far.

until--

"What are you doing?"

Escrito leaned down and kissed the tip of Celeste's ear tenderly.

Celeste waved his hand, "If you're fine, please go and see my leopard. I've been neglecting him recently."

Escrit didn't move, he looked down at the gift list drawn by Celeste, his eyes narrowed slightly.His tone was soft: "Who are you preparing a gift for?"

Celeste replied flatly without raising her head, "To Princess Serena."

Princess Serena, Celeste's marriage partner, the second princess of the Os Empire.