The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

Celeste's eyes were still blurred. Although he couldn't see the scene below clearly, he could probably guess how cruel Escrit's methods were by virtue of those screams.

He couldn't see the situation below clearly, but he could see Escrit's expression in his eyes.Escrito folded his hands on his chest, his long and narrow eyes were slightly bent, and he looked like he was enjoying it.

He stopped and admired for a while, until all the screams below disappeared, then he brushed off the non-existent dust on his sleeves, turned and walked into the dark castle.

Different from the direction he came in, he started to walk up the castle.

The layout and furnishings on the top floor of the castle are completely different from those below. It is resplendent and resplendent here, with various luxurious tapestries embroidered with patterns blocking the dark gray stone bricks on the wall.The soft carpet covered the wet ground, and all kinds of exquisite furniture were put away in different categories. If he hadn't followed Escrit himself up, Hillest would never have believed that this place and the downstairs are actually in the same building. of.

Escrit didn't hesitate at all. Obviously, he was very familiar with the layout here. He walked through the dining room, living room, and study room, and finally stood in front of a door. He knocked on the door lightly, but he simply Push the door straight in.

There is a luxurious four-poster bed in the center of the bedroom, and the bed curtains are all down, making it difficult for people to see the scene inside, and only vaguely find a figure.

The heavy boots stepped on the soft carpet without making any sound. Escrito gently lifted the curtain of the bed. Following his movements, Celeste saw the person lying in the middle of the bed with impressive length. With a face exactly like his.

—Obviously, this is his past self.

He decided to call his past self Mansfield.

"Time to wake up."

Escrit softly called out: "My dear master, afternoon tea is ready."

Celeste watched Mansfield slowly opened his eyes under the bed curtain. Unlike him, Mansfield was very good at taking care of himself. After he opened his eyes, he simply sat up and quickly changed his eyes. Good clothes, Escrit stood aside, looking like he had no intention of helping.

The two walked out side by side, and Mansfield yawned and asked lazily, "Ah, is anyone here looking for trouble today?"

"No." Escrit didn't blink: "You are famous, how dare they rush to disturb you?"

Mansfield snorted, "Come on, famous?"

"I think they are not afraid to come to the door, but they are preparing for the door to find trouble." Mansfield said lightly: "I knew that the alchemy technique is a trouble."

"I have a question." Escrit asked politely: "Since they are so eager for Alchemy, why don't they just cooperate and study it?"

"Judging from their concerted plan to force you to hand over the alchemy technique, they are obviously very united. Since they are so united, why don't they just cooperate in research? Isn't it safer and faster?"

"My dear." Mansfield said with a smile, "Alchemy is a subject that requires talent."

"One hundred ordinary people studying together for ten years is not as good as a momentary flash of inspiration." They walked slowly to the living room, where Escrit had already arranged the afternoon tea.

"That's why they don't do their own research. Eri, because they can't do it." Mansfield sat down on the soft chair, picked up his teacup and took a sip of the fragrant tea, "They are all idiots, and Idiots are very self-aware, and instead of doing their own research, it's better to grab the results directly."

"Anyway, they can't figure it out anyway."

Mansfield was enjoying his afternoon tea slowly. He was an alchemist who didn't like to go out. His skin was abnormally pale due to the lack of sunlight all the year round. He and his servants were entrenched in this gloomy and towering castle. Absolutely will not leave.

Mansfield's work and rest are very unhealthy. He likes to light candles and work on alchemy at night. During the day, he usually sleeps. Escrit speeds up the flow of time in his memory, filtering out these ordinary daily routines quickly. , jumping directly to the scene where Mansfield and Du Lian meet for the first time.

It was late at night, and Durian took the liberty of knocking on the gate of Mansfield's castle.

It was rare that Mansfield was lazy that night and did not study alchemy. After hearing the knock on the door, he put down the book in his hand and opened the door with curiosity.

——From the perspective of a bystander, Celeste had to say that Du Lian's luck was very good.Otherwise, if Mansfield was doing alchemy experiments, or he had a thought and ordered Escrit to open the door, then there was a high possibility that Durian would not see Mansfield at all.

He would be "handled" by Escrit in a very unseemly way.

Under normal circumstances, Escrito likes to treat some troublesome guests in this way, and the guests who are dealt with by him will become inseparable from the dirt, and they cannot be traced at all.Then Escrit would go back and report to Mansfield, telling him that it was a nuisance guest, unworthy of reception, and that he had sent him away.

Mansfield didn't bother to pursue it either. He was convinced that Escrit was very measured, so he never got to the bottom of it.

This time, Mansfield went to open the door on a whim, and Escrit followed behind him every step of the way, welcoming the lucky guest outside the door.

Du Lian stood outside the door with a very complicated expression. He sat down after being greeted coldly and politely by Mansfield, picked up the tea that Escrit had poured, and drank it with his head raised.

The clothes on his body were stained with mud, and the fabric on the cuffs and hem was very torn. He pinched his fingers and calmly announced his family name: "I am Du Lian."

Mansfield knew him. Du Lian had a great reputation in the Alchemists Association, but it wasn't a good reputation. This guy didn't have much achievements in alchemy, but he liked to play with some inanimate things, such as wood and iron blocks. , he will use a method completely different from alchemy to animate these little things.

Most alchemists looked down on his behavior, but Mansfield had no prejudice against Du Lian, he was curious, why Du Lian came to him at this time, is it also for alchemy?

Du Li'an sat upright, lowered his head, and said in a hurried voice, "I know it's presumptuous of me to visit this time, thank you for hosting me."

He gradually calmed down, "I want to ask you, don't disclose the alchemy technique to others. The fewer people who master this technique, the better."

"Why do you say that?"

Mansfield was really curious now, he looked at Du Lian, trying to see Du Lian's true thoughts through his expression.

"Listen to my explanation..." Du Lian took a deep breath. Although Mansfield's attitude was mild, he was still nervous: "Too much gold will only cause disaster."

He closed his eyes: "If there is too much gold, the gold will depreciate, and they will have a very bad influence."

Mansfield: "Really? This statement is very interesting, can you explain it?"

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