The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

Celeste woke up.

What woke him up was Escrit's soft and mellow voice. The thick velvet curtains were pulled open, and the warm sunlight came in through the window. Celeste blinked blankly, not knowing what was going on.

That eerily vivid dream still haunted his mind, making him feel sick and weird.

He felt very unreal.

In fact, he viewed this dream as entertainment. The choices he made and the things he experienced in the dream were all in line with his personality, so he was basically interested in this dream. There is nothing contradictory about continuous dreams.

However, last night's dream was so weird, and although it felt normal at first, later on, when he opened the "tent curtain", everything started to go wrong.

Celeste knew that he had a "sister" in his dream, and he had always regarded it as something he had imagined to satisfy the shortcomings in reality, but how could the "sister" in his dream experience such a thing?

It would be too unreasonable to say that this was also imagined by him. He would not wish for his sister to suffer bad luck.

Although Celeste was not affected much, the experience of the "sister" in the dream still made him feel embarrassed, but he did not have much emotional fluctuations

Because that sister feels so unreal.

It was as if someone had forced a concept into his mind: You have a sister, and your sister has gone through a miserable experience, and you feel guilty.

The concept is clear, but it also strikes Celeste as unreal.

All right.Celeste blinked, pulled his thoughts out of last night's dream, and devoted himself to real life.After all, no matter how outlandish what happens in a dream, it is ultimately unreal.

"Eri, do you remember that I have a sister?"

He asked out of nowhere.Escrito was kneeling on one knee to put on socks for him at the moment. He seemed to be taken aback when he heard Celeste's endless questions, then smiled and replied softly: "Of course not, my Your Excellency, why do you suddenly have such an idea?"

"You've always been an only child, haven't you?"

Celeste said vaguely, "It's just a dream."

After finishing speaking, he paused, and muttered: "I thought both younger brother and younger sister were fine, but now it seems that if my mother becomes pregnant again, I hope it will be a younger brother."

"...my younger brother is better."

Escrit said gently: "You have so many wonderful ideas this morning."

"Have you studied dreams?"

Celeste asked, "What is it if a person is having a continuous dream?"

He finally asked, but his tone was relaxed, as if he was just asking casually on a whim.

"Under normal circumstances, a person will not have continuous dreams." Escrit stood up, "If a person suddenly starts to have continuous dreams, and the content of the dream is still very clear, it means that someone interfered his dreams."

"...Really?" Celeste said dryly, "Unfortunately, I feel that I have been interfered with."

Escrit seemed a little surprised, his expression immediately became serious, "When did it start? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"On our way to Oss." Celeste said without looking away, "I thought it was just an interesting dream."

— In fact, I suspect you did it.

But it doesn't seem like it now?

Celeste didn't make a judgment hastily, he looked at Escrit without any trace, but the expression on the other side's face was flawless, worry and slight annoyance were intertwined, and there was some blame in his tone: "I really don't care Take it seriously."

As he said this, he paused, "Let's cancel today's schedule first. Grammar class and piano class are moved to tomorrow, and the banquet is also postponed. Let's solve your problems first and then talk about other things."

"...It doesn't need to be like this, does it?"

Celeste is not very willing. Grammar and piano lessons are moved to tomorrow, which means that he will not only learn history, temperament, but also piano and grammar tomorrow-this will really kill him!

"Need." The expression on Escrit's face was still very worried: "I just moved the course to tomorrow, and you only have to study for four hours tomorrow. This is not a problem for you, is it?"

Celeste: "..."

Escrito must be taking the opportunity to retaliate!

Celeste was dejected, like a cat whose neck was pinched by someone, and suddenly became obedient.

He reluctantly accepted the arrangement, "Okay, then is there a way for you to keep me from being interfered with?"

"Of course, it just requires your cooperation."

Escrito seemed confident, he asked Celeste to lie down and close his eyes, Celeste did so, and not long after, an inexplicable drowsiness surged up, and the dream reappeared.

But this time, Celeste's consciousness was very clear. He stood in the perspective of a bystander, looking at himself in the dream.

Unlike before, this time the dream seemed to be sped up a lot.

Celeste looked at himself in the dream, in order to restore his sister's soul, and exhausted various methods. At the end of the dream, he watched himself finally recover his sister's soul, but in order to make her forget the unpleasant In the past, it was also to make her more capable of protecting herself, so she didn't put her younger sister's soul into her original body.

He found a male body suitable for his sister and put her soul in it.

It is worth mentioning that he also specially found a man who looked similar to his sister.

Celeste: "...?"

Is this serious?Putting a female soul into a male body, isn't it afraid that she will feel uncomfortable?

He woke up from the dream in complete incomprehension, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Escrit's smiling eyes: "Okay, you don't have to worry now, you will never have that dream again."

Celeste was quite satisfied with this result. After he woke up, he seriously thought about the logic of his actions in the dream, and felt that there were mistakes everywhere, and there were problems everywhere. He really didn't want to admit that it was him. figured it out.

However, dreams generally have no logic, and this is not his own problem.

"So, what happened?"

Escrit didn't answer right away, he seemed to be organizing his words, and he said after a while: "Well... I just felt that what you dreamed about is probably your experience, or your dream. The future experience, because I feel the breath of time and space. Although I don’t know why someone wants you to dream about these things, but this dream will not harm you.”

"What's more, starting today, you will never have this kind of dream again."

"Do you know who did it?"

"If you had told me sooner, I would have known," Escrit said. "It's been so long now that the traces that should have been erased have been erased."

"But don't worry, no one will have a chance to attack you again."

Escrito seemed to be understating it, and Celeste looked at him suspiciously. He always felt that things were not that simple, but since Escrito had said so, he had no choice but to believe it.

However, he remembered Escrit's words, and looked at the man in formal attire very curiously. Since it was his own experience, could it be that Escrit was a mermaid?

His eyes lingered on Escrit's slender legs for a while, and he thought with great regret: It doesn't look like it, it shouldn't be.

In the eyes of the nobles nowadays, alchemy is a lowly subject, because alchemists have to touch a lot of dirty things, and most of the alchemists are disgraced, living in poverty, and very shabby.

The status of alchemists in their hearts is similar to that of clowns or magicians, and Celeste's mother firmly believes that all alchemists are liars. When Celeste was young, his mother often used The alchemists in her country made magical medicine for the king, but the king died sooner after taking it, and told Celeste.After hearing more, Celeste became even more disapproving of the alchemist.

Although Escrit and the Marion he found before seem to have real materials, the concepts he has cultivated over the years are not so easy to change.

He enjoys the benefits of the alchemist - the pendant that Eskrit gave him keeps him healthy - and he doesn't think much of the alchemist.And don't think it's a problem at all.

As a diligent nobleman, His Excellency the Duke has always been enthusiastic about learning, and he has a good grasp of what he should master. Even when he was in poor health, he did not stop studying, but there were fewer courses and less time. Also short.Now that he is in good health, without being urged by others, he consciously retakes the courses that he missed due to his health. The course time has also been extended. Each course is one hour, two courses a day, and one hour in the morning. An hour in the afternoon was more than enough for him, and he still had time to attend parties here and there.

But today, after taking four classes for a total of four hours, Celeste became bored with studying for the first time.

...In fact, it doesn't matter if he doesn't study anymore, anyway, he is already an adult, so will anyone pressure him to go to the tutor?

This idea popped into Celeste's mind, but she quickly put it down in shame.

He wasn't very worried about his safety. Subconsciously, he always felt that Escrit could protect him. As for this accident, um...it's hard to say whether it was Escrit's fault.

Celeste decided to go back to St. Peder as soon as possible. In his heart, he actually hoped that the Os Empire would be as chaotic as possible. The reason why he didn't plan to stay here was because he was worried that the wizard would get his idea on his head. It wasn't planned so early, but that letter made up his mind.

As for whether to go back... Well, in his mind, as long as Escrit is willing to take him back to St. Peder, then the wizard will not be able to keep him.

It's just a wizard who can confuse people's hearts, and it's definitely not as good as Escrit.

So, after dinner, Celeste asked, "I'm going back to San Pedro."

Escrito narrowed his eyes, and before he could speak, Celeste continued, "Don't you want to marry me?"

The Duke smiled slyly: "You can start counting your dowry, Miss Smedley."

The author has something to say: the game is finally cleared, from today onwards, the scumbag author must be a good pigeon!

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Shan San 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Lanmeng Shengge;

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