The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

Celeste stood there in a daze for a while, and what George said seemed to have turned into an incomprehensible incantation, and it took him a long time to understand.Then he hurried to the kitchen, George's voice chasing him, but Celeste was too fast to hear.

He pushed open the door of the kitchen, and his eyes lit up. All kinds of ingredients were neatly placed on the table, and the iron kitchen utensils hanging on the wall were shining like brand new.Flames were dancing in the wide fireplace.The warm aroma of food wafted through the air.

A burst of indescribable joy welled up from the bottom of his heart, and Devenan Manor became even more magical. Does this mean that Escrit is coming back?

Since he discovered the specialness of the Devenan Manor, he has searched for a lot of information on this subject. He has read all the books on this subject in the library. Unfortunately, there are not many official documents, and most of them are mysterious stories.Among the many magical stories he had read, one of them explained that a wizard can endow an object with spirituality, and the closer the wizard is to the object, the stronger the spirituality of the object.

So now, the spirituality of Devenan Manor has increased, is it because Escrit is approaching?

Celeste took a step back and closed the kitchen door tightly. He couldn't let George find this out. George is a staunch supporter of science. If he knew, he would probably inform others to study the secrets of the manor. .Celeste cannot allow this.

So he closed the door and went back to the hall, George was still worried about his leaving just now, and was about to ask something, Celeste said first: "George, you go back first, and tell the chef not to come .”

His words were fast and hasty, with an incomprehensible expectation floating between his brows, George narrowed his eyes and looked at him suspiciously: "What happened?"

"No!" Celeste replied quickly, but he prevaricated too obviously, "George, you go away, really, this is very important to me!"

George knew Celeste's past very well, so he was not very surprised, but he was a little helpless. In his opinion, Celeste had lost his head again and started to dream.

"Escrit will be back soon!"

Celeste said solemnly: "It's true, George, I'm going to wait for him here!"

Indescribable hopes agitated in his blue eyes, and the whole person fell into an uncontrollable frenzy. To be honest, George suspected that Celeste had some mental problems to some extent, but most artists seemed to be like this.He tried to calm Celeste, but failed quickly.

Celeste half begged, half forcefully drove George out of the door. Before closing the door, he said with regret: "I'm really sorry, dear George, but I can't let others Stay here. I'll call a carriage for you, and I'll go and call in the drawing room."

George stood outside the door, a little in disbelief.

Of course, he was not shocked and distressed by Celeste shutting him out. He knew Celeste's character very well, and he was more or less mentally prepared.It's just that Celeste has never exercised. He is a slender painter with little strength, at least not comparable to George.But just now, George couldn't resist his strength.

It's kind of weird, but George is a staunch supporter of modern science, so he just marvels at how powerful humans can be when they're emotionally charged.Then, he stood outside the door.

The weather wasn't cold, and he felt pretty good standing outside the door. He heard Celeste's footsteps and the sound of his phone call. Celeste reported the address of Devine Manor to the other end of the phone, and then He went upstairs.

George sighed. He thought about Celeste and decided that he would never let his children embark on the road of art.

What should I do if my son falls into madness like Celeste?George couldn't imagine.

It's all the fault of that painting.

He didn't stay at the door any longer, and started walking outside, waiting for the carriage at the gate of the manor.Vaguely, he realized that something was wrong.

When he and Celeste came in just now, the flowers in the garden were in full bloom, and the branches and leaves of the trees were trimmed neatly. He didn't think much about it, maybe Celeste hired someone to take care of it regularly.But now, the garden looks desolate and desolate, and the trees and vines are also growing wildly, without any aesthetic feeling.

George was taken aback, but he didn't think much about it, only thinking that he had made a mistake.

In the same garden, how can there be such a big difference in less than an hour before and after?George suspected that he was affected by Celeste's nervousness, he frowned, and walked out at a faster pace.

As he walked, he thought, he can't let Celeste go on like this anymore, he will come back tomorrow, and at the same time, he will try his best to find a psychiatrist for Celeste.

...or a psychiatrist.

But he had to sign a non-disclosure agreement in advance, and he couldn't let this matter affect Celeste's reputation.

Celeste hung up the phone and walked upstairs with mixed emotions. The strong longing and the panic brought about by the accumulated disappointment were entangled in his heart. He walked through the corridor, and the dining car was still parked at the door of his room.

He looked at the silver-white dining car quietly, and said cautiously: "You...do you know where Escrit is?"

"I am here."

A strange male voice sounded from behind Celeste. Celeste had never heard this voice before, but almost instantly, he was absolutely sure that it was Escrilt's voice!

When the expected thing happened, Celeste couldn't believe it. He stood there, motionless, as if a wizard had cast a curse on him so that he couldn't move.

His whole body was stiff, his breathing was rapid, his hearing was maximized, and the low and inaudible footsteps exploded in his ears like thunder.Once, once, loudly, the sound got closer and closer, and Celeste trembled.

Suddenly, he shivered suddenly, and a warm body embraced him from behind, his moist breath was accompanied by a low laugh: "What's wrong? You have been looking for me for so long, but now you refuse to look at me ?”

These words made Celeste return to reality from the blankness of joy. He turned his neck, and Escrito's handsome face was displayed in front of him, so real, as if a dream came from illusion to reality.

"you……"

Celeste had imagined countless times what he would say to Escrit when he met him. He had prepared a lot of plans, and he had polished what he was about to say countless times and kept it in his heart.But now, in front of Escrit's smiling face, he can't make any sound from his throat, his vocal cords are temporarily unable to work because of being too tight, and his brain is also temporarily shut down, leaving only an illusory At a loss.

Finally, he asked in a trance, "Am I in a dream?"

These words provoked a low laugh from Escrit, the shock in his chest spread to Celeste's back, Celeste trembled a few times, and a light kiss landed on the side of his face.

His shoulders were held, the whole person was forced to turn around, and then he was firmly bound by a pair of arms.

Without even thinking about it, Celeste fell into this beautiful dream with all his heart. He followed the opponent's strength and threw himself into Escrit's embrace without any resistance.

This embrace was warm and reliable, and Celeste leaned too close, and a faint bitter taste filled his nose.

He was so happy that he temporarily lost the ability to think. He obediently followed Escrit's footsteps and let the other party manipulate him. When he recovered, he was already sitting in an armchair. Escrite stood before him half bent and kissed him.

The sweetness of the intertwining of lips and teeth was unimaginable to Celeste before. He stretched out his arms and hugged Escrit's neck, and responded enthusiastically.

If this is a dream, Celeste thought, then he would rather never wake up.

Or... a thought quickly flashed through his mind:

—or is he downright mad?

Escrit was the leader of this kiss, he stepped back slightly, touched Celeste's lips lightly, and announced that this kiss was over.

"This is the first time we've met," he said. "I was a little rude, and I'm sorry for that."

Celeste looked up at him, his blue eyes as bright as jewels were full of undisguised fascination: "No, I was the one who was rude, I did these things without your permission."

It was a little too much for him to move into Escritt's house without his consent and have his portrait hanging over his bed.

These words earned Escrit a smile. His face was as pale as a vampire, and his lips were as red as roses. "I promised."

"If I don't allow it, you won't be able to come in at all."

He looked down at Celeste condescendingly, who was already an adult, but looked like a delicate and innocent little animal, who didn't know anything about staying in the hunter's snare, hoping to be loved by the hunter.

"I've been watching you, you've read poems to me, you've written me letters," he said, leaning down and pecking Celeste on the cheek, making the dream come true. "I'm very satisfied. , so I gave you a gift."

"I allow you to live in."

He held Celeste's arms and pulled him to stand up. Celeste focused on Escrit. He was brought to the easel. The white canvas was displayed in front of him, and the palm of his hand was put a paintbrush.Escrit guides him and puts pen to paper on the painting.

Lines are drawn on the snow-white canvas, roughly shaped and filled with color blocks.Celeste changed the brush, painted the details, and added more colors.

Almost in the blink of an eye, an excellent self-portrait appeared in front of him, Celeste looked at himself in the painting, he was exactly the same inside and outside, there was not even a slight difference, and there was no movement difference.

"Well done." Escrit kissed his earlobe, whispering praise:

"Good boy."