Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

When Caesarion sat on the throne and put his hand on the armrest of the throne, it meant that the coronation ceremony, which was not extravagant or even very simple, had come to an end.

After the coronation ceremony, it was a feast for the guests, but Vincent really didn't want to stay any longer.

He took a step back, his figure rippling as if submerged in water, Vilandon just glanced away, and when he went to look for Vincent again, he couldn't see the trace of the black-haired mage.

Weilandon was shocked. If Caesarion knew that he had lost Vincent, he didn't know how he would blame him.

Seeing that Daniel was still standing there, Vilandon hurried over and asked in a low voice, "Did you see Lord Vincent?"

Daniel glanced at Vincent, who was actually standing here but hid aside, and showed an impeccable smile: "No, I don't know where you are."

"This is terrible..." Vilandon scratched his hair in distress and frowned.

"How will I explain to His Majesty later..."

Vincent knew that he made the right decision to hide his figure when he heard Weilandon muttering this sentence.

He carefully avoided the drunken knights and walked towards the gate of the castle.

However, along the way, the crowd dancing together or rushing towards the throne will always block his way.

It's a headache. It's not that Vincent can't use magic, but he knows that he's not the only mage present.

Once he uses levitation or other magic, I'm afraid it will directly attract the attention of the mages and the blond emperor on the throne.

This is contrary to his original intention of wanting to slip away quietly.

Forget it, just find a place to eat something first.

Vincent's nose could already smell the aroma of the various snacks placed on the shelf in the corner.

Exquisite and exquisite, it can be swallowed in one gulp, and guests are free to take a wide variety of drinks.

Vincent licked his lips and his eyes lit up.

He tried his best to avoid those noble ladies whose panniers were like mushrooms and flower umbrellas, and walked towards the corner where the snacks were placed. Tiny beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

When he finally fell into the soft sofa beside him, Vincent let out a big breath and didn't even want to get up.

After all, he didn't sleep last night and stayed in a noisy and crowded place for so long, Vincent felt exhaustion flooding towards him like a tide.

After a short rest, Vincent wiped the sweat from his cheeks, and began to look at the guests in sight.

Wen Dejin, Vincent's former classmate, has grown fiery red hair, and the face and eyes are also covered with traces of time, but those wrinkles did not damage his appearance, but refined his charm even more Mellow.

At the moment he is chatting with another mage, and it seems that the discussion is very intense.

But when Vincent saw who Wen Dejin was talking to, he couldn't help thinking, is the world really small?Characters who don't like you will always gather together.

That's right, the young man with sandy hair who seems to have a "very happy" conversation with Wen Dejin is the apprentice of the mage Vincent argued against - Mural,

Vincent still remembers the painful and sad face of this apprentice when he vowed to "make you suffer the punishment you deserve".

Probably because he hated Vincent because he just relied on some crooked ways and cleverness to argue against his teacher, and even caused his teacher to be seriously injured.

Vincent himself was very helpless, he also respected that mage, but a mistake is a mistake, it is impossible for him to let his admired senior go astray when he knows the correct answer?

However, Vincent knew that he hadn't done it perfectly enough. If he had been more cautious and detoured, it might not have put the mage in danger of his life.

Vincent touched a bottle of wine from the side and took a few sips of royal wine.

Occasionally a few words from Wendekin and Mural would float into his ears over the melodious music.

Vincent heard things like "The Mage Association has decided..." "This is from the Mage Tower..." "The Underground Palace..." "That's from the Witches..."

Those words made Vincent raise his eyes suddenly, and began to concentrate on summoning the wind elemental spirit so that he could hear more clearly.

But to Vincent's embarrassment, they had probably finished their discussion, and they no longer continued this topic.

Vincent pouted, stretched out his hand and took another piece of mousse from the side shelf, and chewed it slowly in his mouth.

Just the right amount of jam and cream spread in the mouth, and the frozen yogurt in the middle layer diluted the slightly sweet taste. The sweet and sour blended into a harmonious sonata, which made Vincent squint his eyes happily.

Well, the desserts in the palace are quite delicious, as expected of the royal family supported by the whole country.

I don't know whether to praise or belittle the extravagance of the royal family, and Vincent picked up another piece of chocolate pine cone.

Just when he put the fancy pine cone into his palm, Vincent heard his name said from Wen Dejin's mouth.

"Speaking of it, Mural. I remember this ceremony, and Vincent was also invited?" Wendekin's eyes, which were as bright red as his hair color, stared at the rising star in front of him, and brought up this topic as if casually.

But who among the mages doesn't know that Mural's teacher's realm has plummeted after discussing with Vincent?

That mage was highly respected and respected and loved by all mage forces. As soon as this incident happened, Vincent immediately became a street mouse that everyone shouted and beat.

"Yes, His Excellency Hyperion is also on the invitation list. After all, he is the one who built the mage tower on the Sevier Plain, so it would be strange not to be invited." Mural replied calmly.He is very clear that the visitor is not kind, not to mention that he is no longer the helpless sorcerer's apprentice many years ago.

Mural would not have stepped into such a simple trap.

The Plains of Seville is an area that humans will not set foot in unless necessary.

There are dangerous monsters infested there, and it is located at the junction of the human country and the place where aliens live. Thousands of years ago, it was the first front line of the war between gods and demons.

Few mages would choose to build a mage tower here. Even though everyone knows that there are countless precious materials here, only Vincent has actually successfully built a mage tower here.

He even made all the forces around him endure, allowing him to station his mage tower here smoothly.

This is just one of the things Vincent 'Hyperion' is known for.

The back-and-forth conversation continues.

"It's true." Wen Dejin looked at Mural with bright red eyes, and continued to chase after him: "I remember your Excellency once swore to make Vincent 'deservedly punished'? Now I know He is in this royal capital, so he didn't show anything?" Wen Dejin raised his wine glass to the younger mage, and the bright red wine like blood dangled in the transparent glass.

"What kind of performance do you want to see from me?" Mural narrowed his eyes vigilantly, "Everyone knows the grievances between me and His Excellency Vincent, but I will not fail to taste it to this extent. Not to mention asking for trouble at such a moment. But you, Mr. Wen Dejin, I have heard that you are very dissatisfied with the fact that Mr. Vincent is always one step ahead of you?"

"But it's true. After all, the eternal No.2, this kind of title is really ugly." Mural is not the type to be ridiculed in vain. There is a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he raises his chin, looking energetic .

Wen Dejin seemed to have been poked into a sore spot, and his complexion sank: "It's better for young people to pay attention to their words and deeds."

"Regarding this point, I think that just relying on age, I think that I have deep qualifications and can give advice to the seniors in the country, so I should pay more attention to my words and deeds?" Mural raised his eyebrows and sneered.

The two of them were the best mages in the first place, and the confrontation between the two made other people who couldn't get in the way shy away.

But Vincent, who was the center of the topic, was watching with great interest. As soon as the others retreated, he could see the appearance of the two people clearly. Lip reading.

However, Vincent felt that he was just an excuse for them to compete for resources, and hating Vincent was not the most important point.

He only heard a few words just now, which is probably the key to the confrontation between the two.

The underground palace, witch, mage association, mage tower.

Vincent quickly extracted the information from it, then sighed, and thought helplessly: I'm afraid it will be rough again next time.

Vincent rested his chin on his left hand and gnawed on his snacks while watching these two respectable mages getting louder and fiercer.

Fortunately, they also know how to set up a magic barrier so that the sound will not affect other places.

But Vincent cast a hidden magic on himself, and unfortunately, one of these two mages was the eternal No.2 chasing after him, and the other was his teacher who was defeated by Vincent.

I'm afraid they didn't realize that the person in their topic was sitting not far away watching them talking about themselves.

Just when Vincent had finished the snacks he brought, he was thinking about when they could stop cueing him to quarrel, but he didn't realize that the topic had developed to a strange place when he was distracted.

"Heh, when Vincent and I were classmates, you didn't know where you were crying and calling for mother to drink milk!" Wen Dejin sneered with his shoulders crossed, his face full of complacency.

"So what? No matter how close you were to His Excellency Vincent when you were a student, couldn't you just run behind him without getting a glance back from him?" Mural countered mercilessly.

Uh-huh?

Is there something wrong? ?

Vincent was dumbfounded. Shouldn't these two get mutual recognition from dissing him?Why is the dialogue not like his black at all, but like his fan? ?

What the hell happened while I didn't know? ? ?

The author has something to say: Vincent: Dumbfounded.jpg

Mural: The number one fan is me! !

Wen Dejin: Hehe, people who have never done anything for Vincent or hacked him dare to say that they are the number one fan! ?Order Bilian!