Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

Neither Mural nor Vincent knew Wendekin's inner journey.

But Wen Dejin's determination and irony in Mural's tone are very obvious.

The key person in the topic sat on the sofa in the corner, watching the atmosphere between the two mages filled with gunpowder inexplicably.

Although he really wanted the topic to stop, Vincent could only take a sip of the wine in silence in the end, thinking about when they would leave.

Mural couldn't help pursing his lips when he heard Wendekin say to himself that Vincent didn't like him.

He knew what Wen Dejin said was very reasonable, but it was not his style to lose like this.

Just when Mural was about to fight back, Daniel, who was looking for Vincent's trace, shook off the little tail of Weilandon.

The familiar with flaxen hair quietly breathed a sigh of relief, cast magic to find the contract, and appeared directly in front of Vincent.

"Your Excellency Vincent—it's time for us to go back." Daniel bowed gracefully to Vincent, who was holding a wine bottle and was stiff.

But when he straightened his body, what he saw was not the expected smile of his master, but a face full of bitterness and hatred.

"?" Daniel tilted his head in confusion, wondering what he didn't do well.

Just when he was about to ask again carefully, two excited voices suddenly sounded behind him: "Is Vincent here?!"

Daniel was dazed by the sudden conversation. He turned his head and saw a mage with strange red hair and red eyes, and a younger mage with sandy hair and eyes.

Although their appearances were different, the expressions on their faces at this moment were strangely the same.

"Is it hidden magic..." Wen Dejin's excitement quickly faded when he heard Vincent's name, and he immediately judged the magic used by Vincent.

"Your Excellency Vincent, haven't you been here all the time...?" Mural thought of this.

If Vincent was really here from the beginning, wouldn't he have listened to the conversation between him and Wen Dejin?

Although Mural thought he had a clear conscience, his own words and longings about Vincent were heard by the deity, which still made this shy and gentle young man blush.

"..." They have already been called out and there is no need to hide any longer.

Vincent snapped his fingers helplessly, and withdrew his magic under the expectant gazes of Wendekin and Mural.

When the figure of Vincent sitting on the sofa was reflected in Wen Dejin's eyes, his heart beat violently, and the roaring sound like a drum could be heard in his ears.

Wen Dejin raised his hand and pressed it tightly in front of his chest. If he didn't do so, he was worried that his heart might just jump out of his chest and run straight to Vincent.

Wen Dejin stared greedily at Vincent. The soft black hair, beautiful face, light-colored lips, and slender figure were almost the same as Vincent in his memory.

As if returning to his student days, the Vincent in front of him now overlapped with the previous Vincent, making Wen Dejin's throat choke, and he tried several times to utter a few words but failed.

So did Mural.He was filled with the joy of finally meeting Vincent and the embarrassment of not knowing what to do.

Should I say hello first?Or should I apologize to His Excellency Vincent for my previous recklessness and mistakes?

These emotions made Mural's brain like a pot of porridge, bubbling and bubbling.

Suddenly seeing the person he had been thinking about day and night, joy and bewilderment invaded the minds of Wen Dejin and Mural, making the two quick-witted and up-and-coming mages speechless for a while, and could only stare at Wen Dejin greedily. Sente, as if trying to carve him into the bottom of my heart.

Of course, Vincent, who was stared at so fiercely, couldn't pretend that he didn't see it.He sighed deep in his heart, scratched his cheek hair, then raised his hand and smiled at the two mages: "Long time no see... Mural, Wen Dejin."

Little did they know that just such a polite word set off a shocking wave in the hearts of these two.

—Did you hear that, Wendekin!Lord Vincent call my name first!

Mural was overjoyed.

——Damn it, why on earth? !Why is my name on the back of this brat! ?

Wen Dejin's face sank, and the sound of grinding teeth could still be heard vaguely.

If Vincent could read minds, it would probably be a headache.

It's just the order before and after greetings. Is it necessary to care about it to this extent?

Obviously Wen Dejin and Mural are well-known and highly respected mages in the outside world, but why did they suddenly lose their minds when they were in front of Vincent, turning them into naive seven-year-old children?

"Your Excellency Vincent, I would like to explain to you what happened in the Mage Association... I want your understanding!" Mural wanted to take advantage of the victory to clear up the misunderstanding at this time.

Vincent looked at the anxious Mural, and raised his hand to stop what Mural wanted to say next.

"You don't have to take it to heart." Vincent's tone was calm and indifferent, his pure black eyes looked at Mural who was obviously startled, and he continued: "Let the things that have passed be past, and we will not mention them until now." It doesn't make sense anymore."

Vincent really didn't care about it. After all, he had achieved his goal of going to the Mage Association, and he followed the trend when he was expelled.

Mural lowered his head, but the hand by his side clenched into a fist unwillingly, and the nails sank deeply into the palm.

"Your Excellency Vincent..." He murmured Vincent's name with a bitter and gloomy expression.

Mural naturally heard the alienation in Vincent's words, but he was also one of the people who pushed the wall down, and even swore to his face that he would let Vincent taste the pain...

Such a self suddenly said to Mr. Vincent for forgiveness, I am afraid it is too thick-skinned.

Mural's distraught appearance made Vincent a little unbearable, but his own affairs had already given him a headache. The biggest trouble was the protagonist of this coronation ceremony. There was really no time to comfort this junior. Tell him you don't really care.

When Wen Dejin saw Mural's dejected look, his mood immediately improved a lot. He took a few steps forward and asked expectantly, "Vincent... how are you doing?"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Wen Dejin wanted to bite off his tongue. There was nothing wrong with this greeting, but the tone of his speech belonged to the habitual superiority of the Bober family.

Annoyed in his heart, he looked at Vincent anxiously, worried that his tone would make Vincent stay away from him like he did when he was a student.

"Thanks for your concern, I'm doing well." Vincent looked up at Wen Dejin's heavy face, and replied politely.

Wen Dejin opened his mouth and wanted to continue the topic, but found that his words were poor, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Vincent waited patiently for a while, watching Wen Dejin's eyes flashed with various emotions, his lips were tightly pursed, and his body exuded a heavy and terrifying aura.

Until the time passed, Vincent felt that he couldn't wait any longer, so he said, "If there is nothing else, please forgive me and leave first."

"Did you just leave? Don't you plan to attend the banquet later?" Mural couldn't help but stepped forward and said eagerly.

"This kind of thing will have a bad influence on you. If you really don't like it, please stay at least until after the banquet begins..." Mural did it for Vincent's good, after all, he was so arrogant and rude in front of the new emperor. Coupled with the false rumors about Vincent and the former Emperor Ludwig I, Mural was really worried that His Majesty the Golden Griffin would regard Vincent as a thorn in his side.

Vincent didn't know Mural's thoughts, but his concern for himself was actually conveyed.

Vincent looked at the light cast from the glass window, closed his eyes gently, and then opened them again.

"No need, the invitation letter is just for me to attend the coronation ceremony, the banquet is not part of the coronation ceremony." Vincent raised his lips, stood up from the sofa, and approached the two mages.

Daniel followed behind him, read the master's mind, and put the dark blue cloak with starlight on Vincent's shoulders.

Wendekin recognized the cloak shining like a shooting star. It was a magic product made by Vincent after he was expelled from the capital.

The superior magic cloak "Starlight is like the wind", the person who wears this cloak can fly in the sky under the moonlight at night without using much magic power.

Not that no one wanted to recreate the power and beauty of the cloak, but without the key material of griffin feathers, the resulting cloaks were nothing more than inferior imitations.

There is neither the radiant and flickering brilliance, nor can it fly in the air for a long time.

As the producer, Vincent would have such a cloak as a matter of course, but when he actually saw "Starlight Like the Wind" wearing it on Vincent, Wen Dejin saw the magic in a daze.

Whether it's pure black hair or ivory white skin, the snow-white dress exposed from the gap of the cloak when walking around is so beautiful that Wen Dejin can't take his eyes off.

Vincent has always been good-looking, which is different from the current aesthetics of men.

Although Wen Dejin thinks that brave and tall men are good-looking, but the quiet type like Vincent has more mysterious charm.

It's not that Wen Dejin hasn't seen other mages or aristocratic women who bought the "Starlight Like the Moon" cloak simply because they think it looks good, but he swears to the God of Law that so far only Vincent wears it the most beautiful.

"Are you leaving now?" When Wen Dejin saw this scene, his feverish brain finally began to play its original role.

——You can't let Vincent just leave like this!

Windekin's subconscious mind issued a warning.

If you don't take advantage of this opportunity and wait until Vincent returns to Sewell's mage tower, and Wen Dejin wants to see Vincent again, it will be almost as rare as seeing a mermaid in the sea traveling in the desert!

"The royal capital has changed a lot recently, so it's rare to come here. Isn't it a pity not to take a stroll?" Wen Dejin said calmly, his ignorance and restraint like a kid just disappeared like dew in the sun. disappeared.

"Moreover, the Mage Tower and the Mage Association are also planning to hold a conference after the ceremony to share and discuss the latest discoveries. As a Mage, Vincent, you can't miss this opportunity?"

Facing the invitation from Wen Dejin, Vincent hesitated.

The author has something to say: Dad's situation has improved a lot, and he is relieved.Thank you for your concern!