Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

When Vincent was awakened by the familiar on his big soft eiderdown bed, it was already high in the sun.

He blinked his sleepy eyes, stretched his hands upwards vigorously, and heard the crackling sound of his bones and joints, Vincent said slowly, "Why did you call me up at this point? I Haven't had enough sleep yet..."

The handsome human-shaped familiar brought clothes to Vincent. Although his movements were gentle, the words he spit out were not as respectful as a magician's familiar: "You have slept for thirteen hours, if you sleep again, Do you want to be Sleeping Beauty and wait for the prince to kiss you to wake you up? Not to mention whether there is a 'prince' who can enter your tower to kiss you awake. Just when you fell asleep, the envoy of the capital Roland was already outside the mage tower I've been waiting for a long time. If I don't go out to meet them again, the famous mage 'Hyperion' will be crowned with the 'reputation' of arrogance and rebellion, and the rumors of the capital Roland will probably add a lot of talk."

"What's the talk? Don't I have enough talk? Why aren't they tired?" Vincent curled his lips, he sighed heavily, got up from the wide bed, and stood on the ground covered with soft monster blankets , took his familiar - the clothes handed over by Daniel, and began to put them on slowly.

Vincent fastened the dark blue mage robe embroidered with dark spells, pinned the golden medal with slender golden braids on his chest, which symbolized the mage tower and mage title bestowed by the empire, and finally put on the The magic pointed hat of the mage identity.

"I don't want to wear this outfit, and I don't want to meet guests..." Vincent muttered, the familiar Daniel took a step back, uttered a spell, and an ice mirror appeared in front of Vincent, reflecting the text. What Sente looks like at the moment.

In the mirror, Vincent's black bangs were pressed under the brim of a dark blue hat of the same color as the mage's robe, and a tiny star fell far from the tip of the hat, exuding a faint pearl-colored brilliance.

The black pupils scanned his whole body, and after confirming that there was no embarrassment that the skirt of the clothes was crooked or the hem was not stuck in, Vincent took a step forward with reluctance.

"Your Excellency, please wait, you forgot to put on your shoes." After the familiar Daniel waved the ice mirror away, seeing that his master was still confused, he couldn't help but sighed and stopped Vincent.

He got down on one knee and put one of Vincent's feet on his lap.Vincent's boots were summoned by Daniel with a floating spell. Daniel held the boots with one hand and gently held Vincent's ankle with the other, and then put on the boots made of desert monster skin for his master. .

Vincent, who was not yet fully awake, finally woke up from sleep when he felt his ankle being touched by the familiar Daniel: "Alright Daniel, let me wear the other one myself." Vincent thought uncomfortably. He wanted to pull his ankle out of Daniel's hand, but Daniel didn't use much force, but Vincent couldn't pull it out no matter what.

The soles of Vincent's feet were clean and fair. He stepped on Daniel's dark trousers, and his round toes shrank inwards, which made Daniel's eyes darken.

The contrast between white and black gave this noble mage an indescribably sexy look, but Daniel knew that no matter how much Vincent indulged his familiar, he as the familiar and Vincent as the mage, There is still a ditch in the sky in terms of identity.

Daniel lowered his head, letting the flaxen hair cover his longing expression, he took a deep breath, filled his nostrils with Vincent's breath, and suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, Daniel said softly: " Then let you fall on the carpet because of improper balance? With all due respect, Your Excellency, you have no extra time to waste now—the invitation letter for the coronation ceremony of the new emperor is waiting for you to receive it in person downstairs." Daniel said while seeking truth from facts As he said so, he quickly put on the other boot for Vincent.

I just knew this and that's why I didn't want to go.

Vincent sighed deeply in his heart.

It has been several years since he traveled to this fantasy world.As an outsider with tires, he finally upgraded from an apprentice to a mage step by step, and finally he can comfortably nest in the mage tower. When he was a salted fish who received a high salary every year, Vincent realized that he was actually a mage. into a book.

Originally, Vincent didn't know that this world was a book, but when the protagonist in this cool novel knocked down his mage tower with a face of dissatisfaction and anger on a rainy night, Vincent took the world from himself. Since time travelling, I have faintly noticed that something is wrong, and all of them have been corrected.

No wonder I feel like I have heard the name of the person I met somewhere.Vincent couldn't help but slander.

But because the key protagonist didn't appear, and the trivial clues didn't connect together, Vincent just attributed this problem to his sense of déjà vu.

But knowing that he's transmigrated into the book is of no use to Vincent.Because the beginning of the book is still long after, and Vincent has almost realized his ideal.

Rather than hugging the protagonist's golden thigh and getting involved in the troublesome things that Vincent can think about, Vincent would rather stay in his mage tower and watch the fire from the other side.

Of course, now that it's like this, Vincent can't do it even if he wants to watch the fire from the other side.

Because the messenger downstairs who sent the invitation letter, which is actually a mandatory order, is the protagonist of this book, the new emperor of the empire, the chosen son, and the supreme ruler of the entire continent in the future-Caesarline.

Anyway, he is the protagonist, so he shouldn't be too shameless.

Even if he has been called around by him, but he has become his immediate boss, shouldn't he care about a little mage like him?

Thinking of this, Vincent couldn't help feeling guilty.

But so what if it is the protagonist, it is impossible to shake the salt with salty fish.

Isn't it just a coronation ceremony? I'll come back after attending it.

Vincent thought proudly as he stepped onto the elevator at the end of the room.

After all, as we all know, the mage tower is the territory of a mage, covered by countless spells and barriers, and the bones of the guys who want to break through the mage tower can be piled up as high as the mage tower.

Therefore, there are other people who are not used to seeing mages being treated so favorably by the empire. They joked in private: "The mage tower is the tortoise shell of mages. Once they hide in it, don't let them come out."

If the value of an ordinary mage in battle is 10, then the mage in the mage tower can use this 10 to 15 or even 18.

As for Vincent's mage tower, even if Vincent is not inside, the power that can be exerted is 18, let alone when he is there.

Although Vincent himself is physically useless, he has unparalleled talent in magic and techniques.

In the former Academy of Magic, Vincent was known as "a rare genius once in a thousand years". Before he graduated, he was rushed to be accepted as a disciple by several well-known mages.

But that was a long time ago.

Vincent, who installed an elevator to go up and down in his mage tower, didn't even bother to use teleportation magic, is now just a salty fish sprinkled with salt.

The messenger who had been waiting outside the mage tower for a long time did not dare to complain. The mages are so eccentric and difficult to serve. It has long been an empire, no, no, it is a truth recognized by the entire continent.

After all, compared to accidentally stepping on a wild flower outside the mage's tower and being turned into a frog; or thinking that he is an envoy of the royal family and considers himself noble, but his words offended the mage, and he was blasted out with a spell and his whole body was burnt black. It's just a few hours of waiting outside the mage's tower, and it's completely affordable.

What's more, what he was waiting for was the gloomy mage Hyperion, who was rumored to be noisy in the dust. He only hoped that this trip would be able to escape safely...

The messenger swallowed his thirsty throat, carefully glanced at the pure white mage tower in front of him, then quickly and respectfully lowered his head, waiting quietly.

Just when the messenger thought he was going to wait for the moon to reach the branch, the mage tower finally made a movement.A portal suddenly appeared in front of the messenger, and a handsome man with flaxen hair stepped out of it.

The man bowed gracefully to the messenger, and a gentle voice sounded: "You are the envoy from Roland, the capital? Please come with me."

The messenger breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but the big rock in his heart has not been let go, after all, the next step is the main event.

He followed behind the flaxen-haired man, and when he saw the joints exposed under the neck covered by the hair, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes: he deserves to be feared by the mages and appreciated by the emperor. Hyperion, even this man-made familiar is so lifelike.

Just now he thought that the flaxen-haired man was a sorcerer's apprentice, but only when he saw the artificial joints did he realize that it was a familiar.

While feeling emotional, the messenger's awe and fear of the mage deepened.

Vincent, who was simply cooking because of his humanoid familiar, had already sat comfortably on the sofa chair in the living room.

The huge backrest and armrests are stuffed with cotton grown in his territory. Vincent seems to be surrounded by clouds, and the soft touch of his whole body sinks in, making Vincent want to go back to sleep again.

In fact, he was indeed about to fall asleep with half-closed eyes, but Piaofei's consciousness was awakened by Daniel's voice: "Your Excellency Vincent, the messenger has arrived."

When the messenger saw the rumored mage Hyperion, he couldn't believe that the black-haired man in front of him was the one he was looking for.

The black-haired man sitting on a huge soft chair like a cloud has soft facial lines, those pure black pupils are calm and gentle, and his lips are light pink that is tempting to kiss.

On the mage's finger was a ring inlaid with dark blue gemstones, and the shining gold medal on his chest made the messenger involuntarily lower his head and bend his back respectfully.

It was the only medal made by the former emperor of the empire, the past, and the former overlord.

And the medal that caused the world to talk about it was hanging on Vincent Hyperion's chest.

The representatives contained in this medal are not only glory and brilliance, but also tens of thousands of lives.