The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

Chapter 19 This Is My Tower

"A tower?"

Celeste was both surprised and curious. He walked towards the tower first, "I have read the information of the territory, and there has never been such a tower in the records of Latius."

This is a very tall tower, the tower body is arc-shaped, and the walls are covered with dark green vines, which makes the tower look ancient and elegant.

"Eri."

Celeste turned around and called to his knight commander. He didn't notice it from a distance. Only when he got closer could he find that the ground around the tower was not covered with grass, but water covered with duckweed.

He wanted to go over and take a closer look at the tower.

Escrito looked at the lake with dim eyes.He bent down and stretched his hand into the lake water. When he raised his hand again, there was a small gray-green fish on his slender white fingertips.

The fish had a big mouth, showing deep sharp teeth, and it was biting Escrit's fingertips tightly.

But the strange thing is that when Escrito tore it from his fingertips, it failed to do Escrito any harm.Celeste held Escrit's hand and looked at it for a while before reassuringly confirming that he was not injured.

"So." His eyes fell back on the fish, the small gray-green fish writhing in Escrit's palm looked particularly ugly and hideous, "What about the teeth of this fish?"

He wanted to try to put his fingers in front of it, to test its damage, but Escrito stopped him almost immediately, he closed his fingers and pinched the fish to death.

After confirming that the fish was dead, he gave the fish's body to Celeste.

Celeste was not angry either. He took the fish, opened its mouth and examined it carefully, and found that the teeth in its mouth were not soft, but very hard and sharp.

Then why wasn't Escrit injured just now?

He threw away the fish in his hand, grabbed Escrit's hand again, and squeezed his fingertips. His nails were smooth and his fingertips were soft, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Maybe this is the unique ability of their elves?

Celeste didn't intend to get to the bottom of it, he just said: "Then let's go back first and bring the boat over next time."

He said so, but his eyes remained on that tower. For some reason, this tower always gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity. His instinct told him that he was the owner of this tower.

"This is my tower."

He blurted out his thoughts automatically, but it seemed right.Because his knight commander warmly echoed: "Of course."

"This is your territory, so everything on the land of Latiou is yours."

He walked behind Celeste, bowed his head and kissed Celeste's side face, "Do you want to see this tower?"

"Of course." Celeste knew that his knight commander was going to meet his request again, "but I don't want you to get hurt."

He used to only care about whether his orders and requirements could be fulfilled perfectly, but he didn't care much about how they were achieved.

Once upon a time in Briarson, when he was too weak to take part in noble hunts, he let Escrites participate on his behalf, ordering him each time to bring back the most ferocious beast in the forest, each time Escrites They will all come back with injuries, but Celeste doesn't care at all.

He looked at the blood of the knight commander as if nothing had happened, and besides, even if Escritter fulfilled his request perfectly, he never praised him.

Celeste himself is not in good health, and when he looks at Escrito returning with the beast on his back, he always has some jealousy in his heart, and this unspeakable jealousy makes his temper even worse.

He had a bad temper at the time, and would find various excuses to lose his temper with Escrit, but Escrit would not get angry no matter what, but would obediently admit his mistake, which surprised all the nobles.

Noyce couldn't figure it out. Celeste had treated Escrit like this, but Escrit still firmly chose to follow Celeste.

"I think he may be in love with you."

Noyce once joked like this, but Celeste didn't take it seriously at the time, but now he feels that maybe Noyce was right at the time.