The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

Celeste's face was very strange.

And his mood was as weird as his face—anyone would show his current face after having such a bizarre dream.

"Why do you show that expression?"

Escrito stood in front of Celeste with a smile. He had just changed into a new dress with a double-breasted lining and a long black coat with dark red cuffs embroidered with Intricate gold thread, a silky black bow tie tied under the lace neckline, and knee-length leather boots wrapped his sturdy calves.He was putting on a white silk glove for his left hand at the moment, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he frowned slightly, looking at Celeste who was sitting in the large armchair: "Is there anything dissatisfied with my hospitality?"

"If there is," said the host politely, "please let me know, and I will immediately improve it according to your wishes."

Celeste looked at him, his face became even weirder.

Without him, he has been having a weird dream intermittently during this period of time, and the other protagonist of that dream has not only the same name as the person standing in front of him now, but even his appearance is almost exactly the same.

Yes, they have arrived in the Oss Empire, and now, Celeste is staying at Eskrit's house:

—The residence of Lord Smedley.

"..." He didn't want others to know that he had such a dream, so he said dryly, "I'm a little nervous to see His Majesty the King today."

This is not entirely a lie, although it is said that King Oss has a relative relationship with him to some extent, but between countries, even if there is a father-son relationship, it is not very useful.

He has no impression of King Oss at all, and he doesn't know what attitude he should use to face the other party. Although he has collected a lot of information about the other party, the information is half true and false. The dictation provided previously is used to identify it.

This made him somewhat nervous.

"Is that so?" Escrit had adjusted his gloves and finished his formal attire. "If that's the case, then I don't think you need to be nervous."

"what do you mean?"

Celeste looked at him suspiciously, and Escrit bent down and said lightly: "You may not see King Oss."

His eyes swept across Celeste's more confused expression, "King Os has been sick for nearly three months, and Queen Os is too busy taking care of him, so you will only see the crown prince of Os."

"If I remember correctly, the crown prince is your cousin?"

Eskrit pulled Celeste to stand up, "Okay, don't worry about these insignificant things, it's time for you to change your clothes."

He didn't even add the suffix of "Your Majesty" or "Your Highness". It is too contemptuous to treat the loyal master like this, but Celeste didn't notice this. After the news came out, he was seriously considering whether to write a letter to Neuss.

But he was worried that this was false news, and he didn't want to mislead Neuss because of his negligence.

In the end, he decided to observe for a few more days, and then write to Neuss after he was able to confirm the truth of the news... No, no, it is better not to write a letter, lest the letter be intercepted, he should go back to China as soon as possible and report the observation in person Tell Noyce everything he gets, and let him judge for himself.

Escrit said with a smile: "On an occasion like this evening, it's a courtesy to dress up, isn't it?"

Celeste nodded absently, and followed Escrito to the locker room.

Escrit's dressing room is full of clothes, most of which are suitable for Celeste, but there are not many clothes that are suitable for Escrit's figure.

Celeste noticed this, but Escrito didn't say anything, and he didn't seem to intend to use it to invite favor. He just led Celeste in plainly, and picked out another set with exaggerated speakers. She changed into the gorgeous aristocratic costume with sleeves for Celeste.

This suit is really gorgeous and exaggerated. In addition to the exquisite gold thread embroidery, wide bell cuffs, and more than a dozen expensive trinkets, Celeste stood where he was and let Escrit take these little things. Hanging on him, I feel a little helpless: "I think I will probably be as eye-catching as a Christmas tree today."

Escrito raised his head when he heard the words, and Celeste was looking down at him helplessly.This suit on him is indeed too gorgeous. If the person wearing it can't hold it down, it will indeed be like a Christmas tree as Celeste said, but Celeste's appearance and temperament are enough to support him. Pick up this suit.

His fair skin complemented the dark red-based coat, and his appearance was gorgeous enough to stand out from the crowd without any modification.

A flash of amazement flashed in Escrit's eyes, he curled his lips and said with a smile: "You have always been the center of attention."

Celeste snorted and didn't say anything more.

After finishing the basic preparations for the banquet, there was not much time before the dinner began. He and Escrito boarded a light and gorgeous four-wheeled carriage and hurried towards the Royal Palace of Oss.

They met many cars along the way, but every car made way for them at the same time. Celeste didn't express any opinions, but his heart was full of turmoil.

Judging from the performance of these nobles giving way, it is clear that Escrit has gained great power, but this is simply unreasonable!

The identities of the nobles are derived from the noble blue blood that flows through them. People with higher rights tend to have older surnames. So, why does Escrit get such high power?

He didn't look down on Escrit, but even though Escrit also had the blood of nobles, compared with those old nobles, he was not worth mentioning.

What's more, he is not an aristocrat of the Os Empire!

--and many more!

Celeste suddenly remembered that the person with noble blood in the St. Peter Empire was Eswell, and Escrit was just a substitute of unknown origin. Could it be that he really belonged to the Smedley family? people?

That makes perfect sense.

Reminiscent of Escrito's suspected identity of being resurrected from the dead, Celeste made a guess that he thought was reasonable:

Escrit used to be a member of the Smedley family, maybe he was the head of the family, but due to some accident, he failed to die normally, but was resurrected, and after he was resurrected, he saw that the family had already Falling, they used some means to replace the current members of the Smedley family, and then returned to the upper echelons of the Os Empire.

Celeste thought about it, but he still couldn't figure it out. He didn't know why Escrito ran to him in such a depraved manner as some kind of damn knight commander.

Even if it was to find out the enemy's situation, the sacrifice he made was too great.

Celeste remembered that Escrito had groveled by his side for several years, which was not something ordinary people could bear.

He thought of the dream he had before. He always believed that the dream was caused by his own wild thinking, but now it seems that it may indicate something.

He looked suspiciously at Escrit's side face. Escrit's face was very handsome, but a little too pale, and the other's ears were also quite normal, exactly the same as the ear fins of the mermaid he met in his dream. different.

After noticing his gaze, Escrit turned his head and asked gently, "What's wrong?"

Celeste shook his head and said nothing.

Until he figured it all out, he better not startle the snake.

"Can you tell me about the banquet later?" Celeste took the initiative to bring up another topic, "I've been worrying about this, you know, I've never attended a banquet in the Os Empire, so I'm very worried. You will make some inappropriate actions yourself."

This is a lie, there are only a few routines in the banquets among the nobles, how could Celeste not know?Even if he participates with his eyes closed, he can guarantee that he will not make a fool of himself.However, he frowned and put on a genuinely worried look. Coupled with his captivating appearance, his persuasive power was particularly strong.

Escrito smiled, and began to explain some precautions to Celeste in a gentle voice.

Celeste turned her face sideways and listened with a smile on her face. The atmosphere between the two was exceptionally harmonious, as if the barriers between them had disappeared completely.

Celeste looked at Escrit, and the two images in his mind kept alternating:

One is the mermaid-like Escrit singing under the moonlight. His ear fins and fish tail are shining in the soft moonlight, which is fascinating.

The second is the corpse-like Escrito crawling out of the mud. His face is pale, and the gorgeous clothes on his body have been eaten by worms, making him extremely dilapidated. He opened his eyes from death, his pale body stained with mud. Ten fingers stretched out from the ground, and then slowly, the whole person crawled out of the grave.

Finally, under a weird full moon, he stood up again in the world, left the tomb unsteadily, and walked towards a darker place in the distance.

Thinking of this, Hillest couldn't help shivering. He looked vaguely at Escrit who was still explaining various details to him, and felt a chill rise up his spine.

He took a deep breath, then interrupted Escrit's words, he directly pulled Escrit's neckline and pulled him over, and kissed Escrit's lips without hesitation.

The thin lips were warm, Celeste embraced Escrit's neck, under his palm, the blood symbolizing vitality was flowing.

Celeste breathed a sigh of relief.

The author has something to say: My dears, the scumbag author has already thought up a side story!

What do you think of the strange noble patriarch undead x curious and adventurous college students who are deadly?

(The modern Western background is the background in "Frankenstein")

The scumbag author feels so emotional!

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