Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

The Griffin Knights also landed on the surrounding buildings one after another, folded their wings and stared at Vincent.

Like a prisoner being guarded, Vincent moved step by step towards the emperor who could dictate his next destiny.

Want to see him for a long time?

Have you wanted to cut off his head for a long time?

Even in this isolated and embarrassing time, Vincent thought casually in his heart.

The heavy rain that Vincent summoned was already as light as a needle thread. Perhaps the previous fire caused the heat to rise, which raised the clouds, and then rain fell when it got cold.

Need I say, an honor?

Vincent sneered inwardly, but he didn't really say the provocative words out of his mouth.

What he knew was that this was a dream, and the Caesarline in front of him was not the apprentice he knew well, but the future that this Cavella world should have.

"..." Vincent blinked lightly. The magic circle on the robe made him feel as dry as ever even in the rain. and exhale.

"It is my honor to meet the great and heroic Emperor." Vincent bowed slightly to Caesarion and nodded in greeting.

They didn't say anything about the battle.After all, this victory was not achieved by Caesarline through a direct confrontation. For this proud emperor, it was not a feat worthy of his joy.

Caesarion stared at the black-haired mage who made him lose repeatedly, his inner excitement was revealed from his face: "You are different from what I imagined."

After staring for a long time, Caesarion said to him with some regret.

"You are very similar to what I imagined." Vincent replied nonchalantly.

Hearing what Vincent said, Caesarion had a bright smile on his face.This smile is like a thousand flowers blooming, gorgeous and magnificent enough to illuminate the night sky.

"Then, are you willing to come under my command and serve me?" Caesarion raised his hand and stretched out towards Vincent, his ice-coloured pupils revealed extremely strong expectations: "If you come , Those villains who secretly plan to resist me, I will let it go at my discretion."

He didn't care about the tragic resistance that Vincent's students and friends had waged.

The villains in Caesarion's mouth are alien races such as demihumans and orcs.

"Thank you very much for your invitation, but please forgive me for refusing." Vincent shook his head lightly.

This meeting resolved his doubts.

Caesarion is not an extreme racist, thinking that the human race should be supreme.

He just didn't regard demihumans and other alien races as intelligent races like humans.

God poured too much effort into this blond emperor, and while he gained a lot of love, he also lost a lot.

Vincent looked at the emperor who conquered the land, the sea and the sky, and felt a great dissatisfaction in his heart: if anyone could let this emperor see more How good is the possibility?

But that's the end of the matter, and it's useless to think about it any more.

"My students have already died in the battle. As a teacher, how can I be alone." Vincent smiled softly, and the wind suddenly picked up violently, blowing his robe feet.

"You are a valiant and great monarch, but also a terrible and pitiful conqueror. Your desire can never be satisfied, like a flame that will burn all obstacles that stand in your way, making you invincible."

Vincent felt pity and regret from the bottom of his heart.

"I just feel sorry for you."

Caesarline stared at Vincent, he knew what the mage was thinking, it was nothing more than delaying time, waiting for rescue and so on.

But at the moment when he was completely surrounded by them, Caesarion wanted to see what other supernatural abilities this Hyperian mage had to turn things around.

The trust in this venerable enemy and the character of Hyperion made him not order to kill the black-haired mage, but let him express his opinion.

"After you have conquered everything, what will your flame burn next?" Although Vincent used a question, his tone was an affirmative statement.

"Then, I wish you health and happiness forever." Vincent's goal of delaying time has been achieved, and the last stroke of the magic circle has been connected.

He no longer flirted with Caesarline, but gently folded his hands on his stomach and closed his eyes.

Dazzling white light radiated from his body, and transparent ice crystals spread from the soles of Vincent's feet, wrapping his body almost instantly, forming an ice crystal coffin.

At the same time, with Vincent's coffin of ice crystals as the center, the surroundings of the city also glowed with bright white light, rising into the sky from the depths of darkness.

Caesarion reacted extremely quickly and shouted loudly, "Back quickly!"

All the griffins flew up and quickly flew away from the light.

No matter how well-trained they were, facing the last magic cast by the enemy Vincent, they had subconscious fear.

The Griffin Knights, who had suffered several defeats and were tricked by Vincent's tricks, dragged down their actions because of fear.

But fortunately, what Vincent cast in the end was not a lethal magic.

A group of griffin knights who couldn't retreat were engulfed by the white light. They were not injured. Even after being engulfed in the white light, the knight felt something pushing his back, bringing him and his griffin together. Launched into the white light.

After the white light dissipated, what appeared to Caesarion and his Griffin Knights was a transparent barrier that extended infinitely and wrapped the area with white light.

Caesarion frowned, and drove his pure white Griffon Enfees to Vincent, who was wrapped in ice crystals.

He stretched out his hand to touch the ice crystal, but was stopped by the barrier.

His palm touched the translucent barrier, spreading out several complicated magic circles and spells.

"Are you using your body as an obstacle—" Caesarline frowned, feeling sorry for Vincent from the bottom of his heart: "Are those bad people worth your sacrifice in your own name!?"

"Answer me! Hyperion!" But no matter how the proud emperor yelled Vincent's name angrily, the only black-haired mage who had caused Caesarlane to suffer defeats, and even failed to win once, had fallen into a trap. He fell into an eternal slumber, unable to answer his questions any more.

"Your Majesty... what should we do next?" Wilandon, the head of the Griffin Knights, drove the Griffin to fly to Caesarion. The black-haired mage also felt a touch of loss and sadness in his heart.

He originally thought that the black-haired mage would either submit to His Majesty Caesarion's command, or refuse to submit, and finally fight with them forever.

Weilandon did not expect that Vincent would choose this way to reject Caesarion's solicitation.

"Go and see if this barrier covers the whole of Seville." The blond emperor, who had suppressed the panic and disappointment on his face, was still staring at Vincent in the ice crystal coffin. His voice was cold and his head was shaking. He ordered without replying.

Vilandon responded, and he let Fiona the Griffin fly to a high place, and ordered to the other knights: "The first team will investigate to the east, the second team will go west, and the third team will go up - act now! "

"Yes!!" The Griffon Knights flew in three directions, and Vilandon looked worriedly at Caesarion, who seemed to be transformed into a statue. He wanted to say something, but finally swallowed the words.

The Griffin Riders who went to investigate soon returned.

Just as Caesarion expected, this barrier surrounded Sewell.

Seville is not just plains, but rivers and foothills.

While the flag of Caesarion was spread all over the continent, the only place where the flag could not be nailed was here.

"Even in the end, did you cunningly win and escape?" Caesarion gritted his teeth, and the unwillingness and remorse in his heart made him clenched his fists.

His Griffin Enfeais looked at his master worriedly, rubbed his furry head against His Majesty's back, and let out a slight cry from his throat.

"I won't let you go." Caesarline put his hand on Vincent's face, his slender and white fingers caressed Vincent's face in the ice crystal coffin through the barrier, his ice-coloured pupils were dim unknown.

"I will never let you go."

——! !

Vincent opened his eyes suddenly, his chest heaved violently, his whole body seemed to be pulled out of the water, already soaked.

He covered his beating forehead and looked at the dark blue curtain, and it took him a long time to recover.

This dream was so real that even when he woke up, Vincent still could smell the bloody and burnt smell lingering around him.

And what kept his heart beating was the gloomy look in Caesarline's eyes at the end.

It was as if he had penetrated the ice crystals and watched himself floating in the air, and was about to turn into a cold chain to bind Vincent tightly.

His throat was as dry as burning charcoal, Vincent covered his burning eyelids, his body was still trembling in the aftertaste of the nightmare.

Is that the ending in the original world line, or the ending of this world line?

Before seeing Caesarion's eyes, Vincent thought it was just another nightmare, but after waking up again, he didn't dare to make a judgment.

"But in the end, it turned out to be a storage battery." Vincent couldn't help but wryly smiled while covering his sweaty black hair after he stopped shaking.

That barrier was built on the basis of Vincent's body. Vincent did not die, but his body and consciousness would be permanently sealed in the coffin of ice crystals, providing a steady stream of power for the barrier.

And that barrier protected the last survivors who lived in Seville, and resisted Caesarlane's iron hooves for a while.

But in the end Caesarion got his wish and set up his griffin banner on the land of Seville.

And what happened to Vincent who was sleeping in the ice crystal coffin?

It's not mentioned in the novel, but judging from this ending, I'm afraid it's not a happy ending.

Vincent didn't intend to spend his life honestly following the original novel.

But every once in a while, he dreams of the confrontation and battle between himself and Caesarion, as lazy and gentle as Vincent, it is inevitable that he will be affected by the dream.