The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

Generally speaking, Celeste would not open such a letter of unknown origin.But now that he was in a foreign country, what he was most worried about was missing important news.

He carefully recalled the nobles whose surnames began with "A" in the Ostian Empire. After thinking for a while, he still failed to screen out possible senders.

Celeste read the letter again and again, and finally opened it with a letter opener.

【...Dear Your Excellency the Duke, I think you have had a good time in Oss recently, right?

Although I have never met you, I have also heard some news about you. As far as I know, you have always disliked dances, but recently, you have shown a considerable degree of dislike for things you don't like. Positive... oh, almost enthusiastic, isn't it?

You benefited a lot from those idiots, didn't you?My dear, I am watching you every night when you are writing in front of the window.

You're really smart, but have you ever thought about it?The value of news can change at any time, as long as it becomes inconsistent with reality, it will become worthless.However, in order to respect the fruits of your labor, I will not do such a thing.

——As long as you can't go back, the news is also worthless.

...So, you might as well consider my suggestion, the Os Empire is stronger than the San Pedro Empire, if you nod your head, your life will only be better, and you will have more wealth than you used to, more fief, and you no longer have to bow to others.

Would you like to know who am I?Although I am just an insignificant little pastor, I also want to leave a name in your heart. Please remember that my name is Aponomo. If you like, you can also call me "A".

Looking forward to your reply. 】

Celeste threw the letter back on the table with an ugly expression.

The content of the letter made him feel creepy. Think about it, you always thought that what you were doing was impeccable, but suddenly one day, a person jumped out and told you that in fact, he could see everything you did.

To make matters worse, this letter also specifically mentioned "I am watching you every night when you are writing hard", how terrifying, a pair of strange eyes are closely watching his body without his knowledge. Every move!

After reading the letter, Celeste felt a chill run down his spine.

Escrit hasn't come in yet, but now, he thinks it's a good thing.

Because, the handwriting on this letter is exactly the same as Escrit's handwriting!

This weird connection affected his trust in Escrit to some extent. His brain was trying his best to think, but no matter what he thought, he just couldn't come up with a convincing inference.

—Perhaps the letter was written by Escrit?

No, he didn't hide it from Escrit when he wrote something. Sometimes, he would ask Escrit some details to avoid his misremembering.

—maybe it was just written by someone who happened to have a handwriting similar to Escrit's?

But this kind of coincidence is too subtle. Celeste observed it carefully. When Escrit wrote "W", the upper right end of "W" looked like a shrunken "e". Besides, this The "e" is also very characteristic. At least until now, Celeste has never seen another person write like Escrit.

——Perhaps, perhaps, the writer of the letter deliberately imitated Escrit's notes?

This is possible, but what is his purpose in doing so?

Celeste thought of many possibilities, but none of them convinced him.

Abernomo, he has no memory of this name, the only thing he can think of is "Abernoir", but it is an earl of St. Peter.

Suddenly, Celeste remembered what Eskrit had told him, the wizard who had bewitched all the upper nobles of the Oss Empire.

Now it all makes sense.

Celeste rubbed his forehead, he spent too much energy today, otherwise he should have thought of it immediately when he saw the word "priest".

He picked up the letter again, intending to read it carefully again, trying to see if he could find some more clues.At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps.

Escrit should be back.

Celeste put the letter and envelope in the notebook without thinking.

When Escrit opened the door and came in, he put the notebook in the drawer nonchalantly, leaned over and blew out the candle on the table.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I'm a little stuck today

My head is full of games, and the things I wrote are not right, I deleted a lot, and then there are only a few left

Games are really a stumbling block in the struggle of young people (sorrowful.jpg)

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 4475885610 bottles;

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