The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

Celeste looked at him indifferently, he knew that Du Lian just wanted to provoke him, and if he got angry, it would be in Du Lian's arms.Du Lian was always willing to make him lose his composure.

Seeing that Celeste didn't show an angry expression as he wished, Du Lian spread his hands boredly, "Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that you acquiesced?"

He couldn't say anything more, Escrito, who was standing behind Celeste and pushing his wheelchair, walked up behind him and lifted him up, throwing him aside casually.Du Lian fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Escrit has now changed his black robe into a waiter's uniform. He took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the armchair made by Durian, and then put Hilles Pushing Te's wheelchair over, he reached out and hugged Celeste onto the seat.

He didn't say a word the whole time, as if what he had just done was trivial.This made Du Lian feel extremely humiliated. Since he fled here, he never experienced the feeling of being slighted. Even the king regarded him as a guest.Now, a little servant dared to offend him like this, Du Lian's eyes were burning with anger, and he waved his fist at Escrit without thinking, wanting to teach this ignorant servant a good lesson.

But unfortunately, Du Lian's fist was not as powerful as he imagined. Escrit easily caught the blow. After the "click" sound, it was Du Li'an's scream.

Celeste wanted to laugh, and Escrit's actions made him extremely happy.But he restrained himself and kept the indifferent expression on his face.

Escrit didn't even look at Du Lian, took out a new handkerchief and began to wipe his hands. The servants served the dinner calmly, and no one looked at Du Lian.

Du Li'an's face was ugly, and after standing up with his intact hand, he shook his sleeves and left.

Before leaving, he left a dark sentence: "Cilester, I'll wait to see what happens to you."

Celeste paid no heed to his words, thanked Escrit, and started dinner lightly and cheerfully.

After dinner, it was time to practice walking, and now Celeste was able to stand still and take a few shaky steps forward.

Standing not far from Celeste, Escrito stretched out his hands, "Stand up, Your Excellency, and come to me."

Celeste stood up with his hands on the armrest of the wheelchair. It took him a while to maintain his balance. After he was sure that he would not fall, he tentatively stretched out his right foot, and then his left foot, although He could fall down at any time, but he still managed to walk in front of Escrit.

Escrit held Celeste's hands to help him maintain his balance. After Celeste stood still, he let go of his hands and walked farther away. This time the distance was farther. He stretched forward His own hands, "Come on, come here."

Walking is just difficult to learn at the beginning, as long as you master the knack a little, the progress will be rapid afterwards.This time, Celeste also walked to Escrit's side smoothly.

Fifteen days passed quickly, Du Lian couldn't wait on the tenth day, but he still suppressed his desire to advance the departure time, and watched Celeste with relish.In his opinion, this is Celeste's last struggle, so what if Celeste is calm?He must be putting on a show, and he must be terrified.

Maybe in the dead of night, he secretly hid in the bedroom and wept.

With this kind of malicious imagination, Du Lian confidently ignored the abnormality in the castle, after all, he had seen the real appearance of Celeste.The Duke has worked so hard for so many years, but he couldn't turn Celeste into a human form. How could an accident beyond his expectations happen in such a short period of time?

When old George brought the tailor to make a dress for Celeste, Durian thought contemptuously: this is just a futile effort.So what if the clothes are tightly covered?

However, Celeste can only use these useless actions to comfort himself now.

When Du Lian thought of this, he couldn't stop laughing.

Look, the aristocratic young master who dominated his life in the past has actually fallen to such a state. He really cannot but make him happy.

He didn't feel that the Duke and Celeste had any kindness to him. It was just a deal. He gave up his freedom and acted as another person's shadow.If he had a choice, he would not agree to this transaction. Who would be willing to live in the shadows forever?

It's a pity that the Duke didn't give him a choice at all. Although the Duke said that it doesn't matter if he disagrees, Du Lian felt that this was just his hypocritical rhetoric.If he doesn't agree, the Duke will definitely kill him.

A year ago, the Duke suddenly fell ill and his control over the castle declined, and Durian immediately seized the opportunity to escape.It didn't take long for him to win the favor of a noble girl, and with her recommendation, he gradually climbed to a high position.

This made him resent the Duke even more. If the Duke hadn't been a hindrance, he would have been able to live such a superior life long ago.

On the day of departure, the malicious excitement in Du Lian's heart reached its peak. He watched the waiter carrying Celeste into the carriage, and saw Celeste wearing a thick robe, and couldn't help but want to Laugh out loud.

He rode on his horse, took a last look at the castle that carried his endless humiliation past, and walked forward with satisfaction.

Du Lian was in a hurry to get on the road. He surrounded the convoy with the guards he brought to prevent Hilleste from escaping.He travels day and night, and only stops to rest when he is really tired.

One night, after everyone fell asleep, Escrito gently shook Celeste awake. Celeste was still a little confused when he woke up, and then a wet handkerchief drove away all his Dazed, he came back to his senses and asked, "What's wrong?"

"We will be able to arrive at Wangcheng tomorrow."

Escrit said softly, "I don't know how long you will stay in Wangcheng, just to be on the safe side, let me take you to soak in the lake tonight."

During this time, Celeste stayed in the carriage, and Escrito would often wipe his tail with a wet handkerchief, but the moisture was completely incomparable to that of the lake.Celeste still felt a little uncomfortable.He immediately agreed, and after getting along for this period of time, he has completely trusted Escrit, "Is there a lake near here?"

"Have."

Escrit said firmly, "Let me take you out."

He picked up Celeste and left the carriage without a sound. The soldiers patrolling around didn't even see them leave.

Celeste hugged Escrit's neck tightly, pursing her lips tightly so as not to hold back Escrit.

It didn't take long for the lake to arrive, but unfortunately it was winter and the lake was covered with thick ice.

Celeste was a little disappointed, but he understood that this result was inevitable.It is snowing outside, and it is impossible for the lake to not freeze. This is a law of nature.It's just that Escrito's identity and the magical alchemist's methods he showed gave Celeste hope. He didn't question it aloud, and waited quietly.

Not long after, Escrit proved with facts that the alchemist's methods were enough to make him defy the laws of nature. He squatted by the lake and didn't know what he did. When he stood up, the lake water began to melt.

The hard ice seemed to be exposed to the scorching sun and began to melt quickly. They began to thin, and there was a slight "click" sound. Water gushed up from the cracks on the ice surface and gradually spread to the ice surface. The whole block of ice that had covered the lake was torn apart and scattered by the current.

Celeste stood by the lake, looking in amazement at the miracle created by Escrit in front of him, "It's amazing."

He couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Escrito said a few words of self-effacement, but there was no complacent expression on his face. Perhaps in his opinion, this was just a trivial matter, not worth boasting about.

Celeste noticed his performance, and his evaluation of Escrit was much higher in his heart.

He can walk freely now, but he gets tired easily. With more practice, he can completely look like a normal person.He took off his coat, and just as he was about to take off his shirt, Escrit turned his back on him.

He is a very conservative alchemist. After getting along with him for this period of time, Celeste knows his character and has gotten used to it.

Escrito stretched out his left hand, and Celeste understood what he meant, so he hung the clothes one by one on his outstretched left hand. After thanking him politely, he went into the water with bare feet.

The lake water is very cold, but this has no effect on Celeste. He is not afraid of the cold, and immediately becomes a mermaid after sinking into the water. After many attempts, he has been able to control the change of form freely.

Celeste swam a few laps in the lake happily, and after half an hour, he went ashore.

As soon as he crawled out of the water, he was covered by a soft blanket. Escrito wrapped him in the blanket, and then he found himself flying into the air, "Go back first." Escrito magnetically The voice rang in his ears, "The clothes will not be worn until the carriage."

Celeste has no problem with that.Escrit took him back to the carriage as silently as when he came, and no one noticed them.

There were soft blankets everywhere in the carriage, and Escrito dried Celeste's hair and tucked him under the covers.

"...Uh, sorry, I haven't got any clothes on yet."

Escrito's voice sounded a little hoarse, he pulled up the quilt to cover Celeste, and stuffed a nightgown under the quilt, "Sleep like this."

Celeste: "...?"