The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

The room that George ordered was also the most luxurious room in this hotel, but its interior furnishings were not as good as the middle suites in some city hotels.

Celeste and Escrito sat down on the living room couch, and George sat across from them.

George seemed very reserved, his eyes always stayed on Escrit intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes were full of questioning and amazement, as if what he saw was not a person, but a liar or an antique that could not appear.

Escrit has been missing for decades, and the society has tacitly accepted his death, otherwise his assets would not have been auctioned off.However, now he appeared so suddenly, with a young face like a man in his 30s or [-]s.

This is simply not possible!

George examines him, suspecting that he is a liar.

There is never a shortage of people with similar looks in this world. Perhaps the man in front of him who called himself "Escrito" heard about Celeste's obsession with the legendary painter, so he came to fish in troubled waters relying on his appearance.

This is very possible, just looking at Celeste's appearance, this dazed little fool is obviously sunk.

George frowned tightly, ready to fight.

Unlike him, Escrit's expressions and manners were very natural. He even made two cups of tea by himself, pushed one cup to George, and held the other cup to Celeste's mouth.

Celeste bowed his head to drink tea with Escrit's hand. After a few sips, Escrit put down the teacup and took out a handkerchief to wipe the tea stains on his lips.Celeste didn't make a move the whole time, which made George feel complicated.

Escrito was anti-customer and controlled the rhythm of the conversation. George was very annoyed at being led by his nose, and finally couldn't hold back, and asked the most pointed question:

"Mr. Escrit, I don't want to question you. It's just that you were 28 years old when you disappeared. Including the decades of your disappearance, you should be at least 60 years old." George looked straight at To Escrit: "I just want to know, why does a 60-year-old look so young?"

Celeste couldn't sit still, he seemed to have something to say, but Escrit calmed him down, and he looked at George without avoiding it, the green pupils were full of words that George couldn't see clearly. Sentiment: "I'm not 60."

His words were very cold, and it seemed that George's phrasing annoyed him, "I can tell you that I am still 28 years old, and I will be 28 years old for a long time to come."

George felt a bitter smell in the air. He was familiar with this smell. He had bought paints for Celeste countless times.

He stared closely at Escrit, hoping that the other party could explain this unclear answer, but Escrit just smiled calmly, and seemed to have no intention of continuing to explain.

This meeting was not very pleasant. After making sure that George was all right, Escrit almost dragged Celeste back to Devenan Manor.

He was very eager, and Celeste didn't know why, but he was still cooperative. He remained silent for a while after self-doubt.

What he likes is not the real Escrit, what he likes is just the figure he imagined, and his love cannot be superficial.Celeste didn't want to admit it, but it was the truth.

Celeste is not a fool, he understands that the problem lies with him.

Escrito made him fall in love, but in fact, he didn't know what the real Escrito was like. He just liked the Escrito he imagined wishfully, and thought his own How deep is the love, his love for Escrito stems from a portrait... To put it more bluntly, Celeste just fell in love with Escrito's incomparable face and his own imaginary The image is not really in love with Escrit at all.

As long as Escrit showed something slightly different from his fantasy, he would subconsciously reject it.

—He loves only phantoms of his own imagination.

After recognizing the reality, Celeste felt very ashamed and didn't dare to face Escrit.

Right now, they were on their way back to Devenan Manor, Celeste was still sitting next to Escrit, he was very sad, and it was always uncomfortable to find out that he was a hypocritical fantasist.

He knew that he had to tell Escrit about it, but whenever he saw Escrit's face, he couldn't speak, he was worried that he would make Escrit angry.

After all, it was his fault.

It was he who bought back Escrit's portrait, and it was he who frantically poured out false love to the portrait. After Escrit was moved by him and decided to respond, he would tell the other party that his love was actually fake. .

How does this make him say?

The sky cleared, Devenan Manor was ahead, Escrit got out of the carriage, and Celeste followed behind him.

The Devenan Manor was still warm and comfortable, and Celeste stayed with Escrit who was about to go to the kitchen to prepare meals for him, forcing herself to speak out.

"so what?"

There was no emotion in Escrit's voice, and his tone was very light: "What do you want to do by telling me this? Are you planning to leave me? Because you found out that you don't actually love me?"

"No!"

Celeste hurriedly responded: "No, it's not." After he denied it, he fell silent for a while, "I just, I just don't know what should I do?"

He grabbed Escrit's fingertips, "I feel like a liar..."

"I just thought I should let you know about it." He glanced at Escrit's expression, "What do you think?"

Escrito looked down at his hand, Celeste was holding it tightly, "You told me that you don't like me, but you don't want to be separated from me, is that what you mean?"

This kind of behavior is shameless, and Celeste knows it herself.But he still hoped that Escrit would agree.

"If you are willing to give me a chance." Celeste clenched her hand even tighter, "I will try to fall in love with the real you!"

Escrito gave him a condescending look, his eyes narrowed: "An opportunity? What opportunity?"

"If you agree, I want to pursue you from now on."

There was joy in Celeste's voice, because he felt that Escrito had promised him.

"In that case, I think I have something to tell you too."

Eskri smiled. "I'm not human anymore."

He had always wanted to hide this before, worrying about scaring Celeste, but now he doesn't want to hide it anymore, "As you know, I disappeared decades ago, don't you wonder why I still maintain this Does it look like it?"

Celeste confessed honestly: "I think it's because you are a wizard."

Wizards in many mysterious stories can live forever. It seems that it is not surprising that Escrit remains the same as it was decades ago?

Escrit: "...I'm not a wizard."

He helped his forehead, and his tone became more relaxed: "At the beginning, I mixed my blood and paint, and used it as a medium to incorporate my soul into my self-portraits. I found a way to control the world in the painting .”

Speaking of this, Celeste understood right away, and he wasn't surprised at all, "So," he said hesitantly, "you stayed in the carriage when it was raining, and you didn't want me to get in the rain. won't touch my hand..."

He carefully expressed his conjecture: "Is it because the color will fade when you touch water?"