The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

Escrit wondered whether he should conceal his parentage.

Before becoming an alchemist, he was a complete commoner.His father was a carpenter, and he learned carpentry from his father since he was a child. If he hadn't met his mentor, he might have become just like his father.

He would become a carpenter, make a good living by his trade, and marry a wife when he was old, just like his father.

Before, he never felt that there was anything to hide about his background. His ordinary background made his talent more outstanding and his achievements even more rare.What's more, he never cared about other people's eyes. His tutor accepted many students, many of whom were from noble families, but none of them could compare to Escrit.

What Escrit could learn easily, those noble students had to ponder for at least a month to barely understand, which made him gradually lose his awe of the nobles.He no longer respected the nobles as before, which naturally caused the dissatisfaction of the noble students. After being targeted and embarrassing a few times, he was completely harsh to the noble K officials.

Those aristocrats were not of high background, and they were hypocritical in receiving people and treating others. Escrit also had no contact with real aristocrats, so he thought that this was the whole picture of aristocrats.It wasn't until he met Celeste that for the first time he felt a little ashamed of the other person's temperament cultivated by a family with a deep heritage.

Escrito, who has always been indifferent to other people's eyes, has never mentioned his origin since then.

If it hadn't been accidentally revealed when he was in love, he would have buried this secret forever. He didn't want his lover to find out how humble he was, and he wanted to keep a strong and mysterious appearance in front of Celeste forever.

"So, can you really do woodworking?"

Celeste was very curious, "Can you carve a puppy for me?"

He peeked at Escrit's hands. Those hands were slender and fair, with well-defined bones and very beautiful K. Celeste found it hard to believe that Escrit could do carpentry.

Escrito remained silent, he cut off the corner of the table and carved a puppy out of that piece of wood.He didn't need a carving knife, but just used his fingertips, like kneading a ball of soft clay, to carve the wood into shape in a few strokes.

Celeste was stunned as he watched Escrit's carving process just now seem like a miracle to him. He quickly took the wooden carved puppy that Escrit handed over, looked at it over and over again, it was fresh, I can't put it down again.

Escrito didn't speak, and looked at Celeste from time to time, and accidentally met Celeste's eyes. He found the admiration and admiration in Celeste's eyes, so he nodded reservedly.

They left Wangcheng soon.Compared with Old George's eagerness to return home, Celeste doesn't want to go home so much.He sent old George to lead the convoy first, and he and Escrit took the opportunity to play around.

Old George was a little worried, but he still couldn't hold back his little master. Celeste blindly trusted Escrit and believed that Escrit could protect him.And since Escritter rescued Celeste, Old George has become very trusting of him.

So, despite some worries, he left first.

Celeste, who was so free for the first time, couldn't hide his excitement. He asked to visit the place where Escritt lived since he was a child.

Escrit accidentally revealed that since his birth, he has diligently practiced how to make his carving look more striking.The result was very good, which attracted Celeste's deeper admiration.It's just that he didn't expect Celeste to have this show.

A long time has passed, and his memories have faded away, and he rarely recalls his former residence, nor has he thought about repairing the crumbling log cabin.And why are you willing to take Celeste to see it?

He looked like a young man on the outside, but his soul had passed through many years, and the cabin would only be older than him.

(And he never mentioned the question of age to Celeste)

Escrit insisted. Originally, Celeste just mentioned it casually, but Escrit's strong objection made him make up his mind to visit his lover's childhood residence.

As long as Celeste is willing, he can become more lovable than anyone else. He acted like a baby, mentioned it repeatedly in a soft tone, and gave Escrites a kiss every now and then. Conceded.

After Escrito agreed, he didn't regret it, he just wanted to take the time to repair the wooden house, but Celeste stuck to him so tightly that he couldn't find the time, and finally, he appeared in front of Celeste What is still the crumbling house.

Celeste didn't feel disgusted, but was very novel. He walked into the house without hesitation, hoping to find some traces left by Escrit when he was a child.

This place has been abandoned for too long, and there is thick dust everywhere. Escrito walked behind Celeste. He put on the hood, pulled Celeste over, and covered it with a cloak.After Celeste was released from his cloak, the thick dust covering the entire room had completely disappeared.

Escrit hasn't been back for a long time, the past has faded to him like a wisp of smoke, time has passed for a long time, everything in front of him has become strange, he looked at the people in this house Furnishings, with a hint of familiarity in the strangeness, I began to doubt whether I had really lived here.

Celeste didn't know what he was thinking. He explored the house. Compared with the castle he grew up in, the two-story wooden house was too small. The first floor was the hall and living room, where the carpenter worked. There are three rooms on the second floor, one obviously belongs to a couple, and the other two separate bedrooms should belong to the couple's children.

One of the two bedrooms belonged to Escrit.Although his memory faded, he still recognized him in the bedroom. He was about to speak, but Celeste stopped him, "I want to judge for myself, and then tell me if I guessed right."

Celeste poked around in the two bedrooms, and finally chose one with a lot of half-finished wood carvings on the floor.

There are some semi-finished wood carvings on the floor of the two bedrooms, and the wood carvings in one of them are exquisite, but not many.Although there are many semi-finished wood carvings in the other room, they look a bit naive.

"You're so smart, you guessed right."

Escrito helped Celeste brush the broken hair that fell from his forehead behind his ears, "How did you guess that?"

"I deduced it."

Celeste said solemnly: "You carved a puppy for me before, and that puppy is very cute, but objectively speaking, it is not as good as those wood carvings on the other floor. I wonder if this is Since I haven't carved for many years, I'm rusty, so I went to look at the wardrobe. One wardrobe is mostly children's clothes, and the other is mostly middle-aged men's clothes, so it can't be you s room."

Celeste hugged Escrit's waist: "You are so young and beautiful, how could you be a middle-aged man?"

"You must have left home when you were very young, and the other room must have belonged to your brother."

Escrit froze

—Actually, he is the older brother.

When he left home, his brother had not yet been born.

Celeste didn't notice Escrito's stiffness, and asked on a whim, "How old are you?"

After finishing speaking, he reported his age: "I am nineteen this year."

At 19, a fraction of Escrit's age.

He was ambiguous, "Are you 19 years old? You are so young. I heard that young lovers are easy to change their hearts."

Celeste immediately forgot her question, "Really? That must be nonsense, I don't think I will change my mind, you are so nice, I can't even see others."

He talked sweetly and picked out a lot of verses from love poems. Just looking at his current performance, people who don't know why might mistake him for a great lover.

After a while, Celeste completely forgot about the question he just asked.

Standing in a dilapidated log cabin in brocade clothes, the contrast was quite strong, which made Escrit even feel strangely pleased. He thought that he was bullied by those little nobles back then, and they said he was just a humble An apprentice, but now, his humble apprentice has the favor of a great nobleman, and he feels like the lion in the story who snatched the princess as his wife.

Celeste once said to him that he regretted not meeting him sooner.Celeste didn't understand that meeting Escrit earlier would do him no good.If he lets Escritter be his substitute, then Escrilt is likely to gradually control the castle, control the power that originally belonged to Celeste, and then lock the real owners of these things in the castle.

Had he met Escrito as an alchemist, his situation would have been even worse.Escrit would tell him that he could get him through, but not by getting him through.

It's a pity that with Du Lian's existence, he sued the king in a superfluous manner. Time was running out, Celeste was in crisis, and Escrit had to use the fastest way to help him.

Du Lian brought trouble to Celeste, but also indirectly helped him.

That night, Celeste and Escalite fell asleep in the bedroom where he had slept in when he was a child. They lay on the bed, and the narrow bed could not accommodate two people, and Escrit lay on his side.Celeste had enough space, but the bed was too hard, making him uncomfortable, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

So Escrito resumed the posture of lying on his back, and let Celeste sleep on his body.

Escrito's body was not soft, but Celeste quickly fell asleep.