The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

Celeste had never had such a good conversation with anyone.

Du Lian is like a best friend tailor-made for him by heaven. They have almost the same views in many aspects. Although their personalities are different, Celeste can hit it off with him at first sight.

They discussed things that only existed in imagination, and played with exquisite machinery together. Du Lian said that he believed that one day machines could replace human beings to do coolie work, just like clocks replaced time tellers.

"One day, it will no longer be human beings who farm the fields, nor are they chopping firewood. We will have machines that carry water, drive boats, and drive cars... All humans will live a lazy and wealthy life. We read books, We listen to music, we paint...we no longer have to travel for a living."

Celeste never thought about this before, but after Du Lian said it, he felt that it was all so natural:

In this huge future vision, some have already been realized, such as the unattractive waterwheel on the field ridge and the small pocket watch in the palm.

This is an extremely miraculous thing, and Celeste had never thought of it before.

Du Lian opened a whole new door for him.

He felt happy, so he turned his head and asked Escrit: "This is indeed a surprise, but I still want to know, what happened to my memory?"

When he was chatting with Du Lian, he also asked Du Lian, but Du Lian's answer was a bit vague, just comforting him, telling him not to worry, the memory will recover sooner or later.

"That's exactly what I wanted to say."

Escrit didn't shy away from this topic, "You should remember that dream, right?"

"Although the dream was artificially induced and soon interrupted, it still had some truth to it."

"You used to be close friends with Du Lian. You and him both come from the past. There is a long story in it, which cannot be explained clearly in a few words. I am very worried that my words will mislead you."

Escrit said: "I was already preparing when I discovered Durian. You can let it take its course, or you can let me speed up the process."

After Du Lian's foreshadowing, Celeste accepted the fact that he still had a memory of the past.He held Escrit's arm lightly, "I don't want to let nature take its course."

He couldn't wait to know the memory that he didn't recall, and at the same time he was a little worried. He is Celeste now, and he has all the memories from childhood to adulthood. If he gets that memory from the past, he will Will it still be Celeste?

In that period of memory, he had a completely different life from now. Will his personality be affected?Will his personality change as a result?

Escrito stared at Celeste's light blue eyes, and the other's subtle worry flashed through his ocean-like pupils. He lowered his head and printed a few kisses on Celeste's forehead, lightly A light kiss with painstaking tenderness.

The carriage is airtight, eliminating all possibility of catching cold while riding.The smell of oak spread in the narrow space, and Escrito carefully arranged Celeste's somewhat disheveled blond hair.There is a smile in his emerald green eyes: "If you want my help, then I can let you watch my memory during that period. Although I am not with you all the time, but let you understand your The past is probably enough."

Celeste felt itchy in his heart, but it wasn't the uncomfortable kind of itching, as if a feather floated past his heart, and the soft down brushed against his heart inadvertently.

He looked up into Escrit's eyes, and thought of a piece of clear emerald that his mother liked.He wrapped his arms around Escrit's neck and carefully kissed his eyes.

"Your eyes are so beautiful." Celeste said briskly, "If I could, I would look at them forever."

Escrit showed a smile, his red lips curled up, revealing his white and neat teeth, which stood out in the dim carriage.

Inadvertently, Celeste felt that Escrito looked like a large beast, luring prey into its ambush range, but this was an illusion, he shook his head, throwing this unreasonable imagination out of his mind mind.

The preparation work is very simple. Alchemy is a field that Escrit is familiar with. He took out a bottle of light orange potion the next day. After Celest drank it, his eyelids were so heavy that he could not open it. A strange scene appeared in front of his eyes, but he himself was still awake.

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He lowered his head to look at himself, but he didn't see his own limbs as he imagined. He was floating in mid-air like a ghost, and his vision was very clear.

He can also control his field of vision as long as he wants.

Slightly dull footsteps sounded, it was Escrito.He was wearing a black robe, and his appearance was different from what Celeste was familiar with—his black hair was long, tied behind his head by a golden silk headband, his expression was indifferent, and he walked in a hurry, as if he was about to rush To deal with an urgent matter.

Celeste was "dragged" forward by him, he couldn't leave Escrito, and could only be forced to keep up with the other party's pace.

He followed Escrit through the dark and long narrow corridor, along the winding stairs, and soon came to the watchtower.

The sky was gray, and the drizzle was falling. Escrito put on his hood and stared indifferently at the men in black robes outside.

These men in black robes also saw Escrit, and they stepped back in fear, "Where's Mansfield? We want to see Mansfield!"

"You want to see my master?" Escrit's voice was very soft, but it spread very far, and his tone was full of indifference: "I'm afraid you are not qualified enough."

This kind of Escrito was something Celeste had never seen before. He exuded evil spirits all over his body, "If you are sensible, leave now, and I can spare your lives."

The group of men in black robes below stopped talking, and they began to use various offensive alchemy techniques in an attempt to break through the castle's defenses.Escrit didn't stop them either. He folded his arms and watched them with interest, as if watching a clumsy but interesting show.It wasn't until an alchemist used a loud alchemy technique that his face suddenly darkened.

"Why don't you continue to keep quiet?" His tone was very unpleasant: "My master is still taking a nap now."

He sighed, "Really, I wanted to watch it for a while."

He took out something like a small fruit from his arms, and threw it down casually. The alchemists below were extremely vigilant about this, and they quickly drew an alchemy formation. Suddenly, a light film rose in vain, and Xi Lai Sturt was amazed and stared intently.

The inconspicuous "little fruit" burst open in mid-air, and the tiny water droplets slowly fell on the light film. Almost instantly, the seemingly extremely hard light film eroded a huge hole, piercing through it. The water droplets that passed through the light film fell on the alchemists, and the alchemists who were unfortunately contaminated by the water droplets uttered screams, as if they had encountered extremely painful things.

Celeste couldn't see what happened to them. Even though he was standing beside Escrit, the scene in front of him was blurred.

"I'm sorry." Escrit's soft voice suddenly sounded next to his ear, "There are some things you'd better not look at."

Celeste: "...Oh."

It seems that Escrit struck very hard.

The author has something to say: After playing for a few days, the heart of the scumbag author lost his mind...

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