Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

Wendekin's words entered his heart.

The alchemy products produced by Vincent are all ideas from different worlds, remanufactured with the magic of the Kavela world.Although the results are gratifying, it is not good news to rest on your laurels.

And Vincent also needs more information.Regardless of whether it is for possible future wars or for the partners on the Sevier Plain, intelligence is the most important thing.

Moreover, the products manufactured in the Seville Plain also need a place to dump.

The area that originally traded with Sewell could no longer eat the products produced after industrialization.

So do you want to stay longer?But Caesarion's ambiguous attitude towards him was like the sword of Damocles hanging above his head, which made Vincent inexplicably anxious.

What exactly is Caesarion trying to do?Vincent has already thought of countless possibilities, using his reputation to subdue the mage family, or luring him to the capital, using the location to completely defeat him, a salted fish mage who can only be praised for his magic power, and destroy him, the biggest mage. Threats are killed in the cradle.

Caesarion will be the overlord who rules the entire world, Vincent is very clear about this.

And once Caesarline set his sights on Sewell, Vincent would definitely become an enemy with him.

Do I want to be enemies with Caesarion?

Vincent asked himself.

Whether it is Vincent as a mage mentor, Vincent as a reader, or Vincent as an ordinary person, he admires and appreciates Caesarion.

Not just relying on the aura of the protagonist or the favor of the world to get everything easily, Caesarline's hard work and desperation Vincent knows better than anyone else.

When Caesarion was still in the Mage Tower, he still vividly remembered the appearance of forgetting to sleep and eat, and he didn't even notice that the flames had burned his robe feet.

But Caesarline is no longer the sorcerer apprentice who he let him flatten and round in his memory. Caesarline, who has experienced more blood and conspiracy battles, may already be the emperor with a heart as hard as a stone.

These complicated thoughts flashed through Vincent's mind, but he replied in a timely manner: "Of course I won't miss such an opportunity. I just don't like places with many people, and I don't need it right now." Leave the capital."

Hearing Vincent's words, Wen Dejin and Mural's faces flashed with joy.

Forget about Mural, after all, he is young and inexperienced, but Wen Dejin is also a mage at the same time as Vincent, so it is probably not good to show emotional fluctuations so easily.

Vincent, who didn't know that only in front of him would Wen Dejin become such a youthful look, thought so.

However, Wen Dejin's family has always been the mainstay of the mage forces in the capital, and Wen Dejin doesn't need to force himself to make false claims with others, and he should be able to live comfortably.

After hearing Vincent's explanation, Mural couldn't help but said: "In that case, Your Excellency Vincent, please accept the mailing address of my magic net, and please let me know if you have any needs!"

Mural's expression showed the unfinished second half of the sentence: After telling me, I will do my best to do it for you!

Windekin naturally saw Mural's careful thinking, he snorted, and said: "Recently, a lot of 'good goods' have been bought in the Mage Tower, you can come and see the day after tomorrow-this is from my magic net. Mailing address, if you have anything you want, just tell me, and I will let them keep the best for you."

This is open and aboveboard going through the back door and using power for personal gain.

And Vincent also accepted his magic net address as Wen Dejin thought.

Mural's eyes were about to burst into flames. It was obvious that Wen Dejin next door was an authentic fire mage, and Mural was obviously a wind mage, but the reddish skin of the sand-haired young man seemed to be good at magic and magic. Wendekin swapped the same.

Just after Vincent accepted the magic net communication addresses of the two mages and thought it was time to retreat, a voice as beautiful as the sound of nature sounded from behind them: "What are you all discussing? It seems like we had a good conversation."

Vincent's spine stiffened at that moment. He was very familiar with that voice. He had heard it countless times in the mage's tower and in his nightmares.

This voice spoke countless times in Vincent's ear in a high-pitched, joyful, or murderous tone.

"—Your Majesty Saint Ann." Wendekin and Mural lowered their heads, put their hands on their left chests, stepped back slightly with their right feet, and walked towards the new emperor with a young face full of vitality but in a high position I saluted.

The Lord has appeared.

Vincent sighed in his heart, he looked at Daniel, and Daniel instantly understood what the master was thinking.

The flaxen-haired familiar nodded, and when everyone's attention was drawn away by the arrival of the blond emperor, his figure quietly disappeared into the corner.

After Vincent confirmed that Daniel had successfully disappeared, he turned and met Caesarion's eyes.

Caesarion has grown into a mature male, and the slightly neutral beauty and roundness that remained when he was a child have completely transformed into sharp handsome and handsome edges and corners.

But those ice-coloured pupils were the same as when Vincent saw them for the first time, as if they were always burning with ice-blue flames, making him as dazzling as the sun.

"—Your Majesty Saint Ann." Vincent lowered his eyelids, letting his slender eyelashes cover his pupils.

He saluted Caesarline just like Wendekin and Mural did, but just when he was about to get up, he found that Caesarline had already come to him when he bent down and bowed.

Vincent straightened his body, raised his head slightly to meet Caesarion's gaze, and said calmly, "What's the matter with you?"

Caesarline's face that originally contained anticipation and excitement was startled, and he frowned beautifully, as if a face that had been kissed by a beauty god showed a trace of sadness: "Your Excellency, have you forgotten our agreement?"

Caesarline seemed to completely ignore the eyes of the surrounding nobles, and the stunned and puzzled expressions of Wendekin and Mural. The emperor, who was very willful in a certain sense, stretched out his hand and grabbed Vincent's wrist , the faint shadow cast by the tall and slender figure shrouded the slender black-haired mage under his shadow.

When his hand was held by Caesarion, Vincent subconsciously frowned.

He didn't like the prying eyes that followed him.

"Please respect yourself, Your Majesty." He pulled his wrist out of Caesarion's palm.

But when he saw Caesarion's sad clear blue eyes, Vincent opened his eyes especially, and said in a low voice, "Is there anything to talk about later?"

After all, Vincent still couldn't see Caesarline's sad look.

Caesarline smiled when he heard Vincent's almost compromised words.He took Vincent's wrist, and said to Weilandon who followed him with a face of not knowing what to do: "You can host the banquet for me later, I have other important things to do."

After finishing speaking, he directly took out a magic crystal and crushed it, activated the teleportation array engraved on the magic crystal, and teleported him and Vincent to another place.

The sudden rise of His Majesty made Weilandon helplessly cover his forehead. Leaving aside how to proceed with the banquet without the key protagonist, the follow-up trouble caused by Caesarlane's outrageous behavior is enough for Weilanden Deng has a headache.

The two mages who also witnessed Caesarline's actions were still worried about Vincent, and did not notice Caesarline's special attitude towards Vincent.

But Verandon was an outsider, and he saw it very clearly.

With just a quick glance, he could tell that the red-haired Mage Wendekin and the sand-haired Mage Mural both had a special attitude towards that 'Master Hyperion'.

It stands to reason that Vilandon should bless Caesarline, who is a monarch and a good friend, to find an important existence, and then watch Wendekin and Mural's distraught appearance with the evil taste of watching a good show.

This is the bad taste of Willandon, who looks upright and modest on the outside, but actually has a bit of a bad heart.

- It should be like this.

As an outsider, Weilandon should take charge of the overall situation and appease the nobles who were disturbed by His Majesty's sudden departure. However, like Wendekin and Mural, he stared blankly at the place where Vincent disappeared. god.

When Vincent was transported to his bedroom by Caesarion, it was a lie that he wasn't surprised.

But he quickly calmed down and quietly looked at Caesarion's suddenly relaxed face.

This golden griffin, the future overlord of the mainland, opened his arms and hugged Vincent like a boy many years ago, letting his long hair as smooth as gold fall on Vincent's shoulders .

"Teacher, I miss you so much..." Caesarion buried his head in Vincent's neck and murmured.

Just reminisce?Much better than the actions Vincent envisioned.Vincent relaxed his tense body, raised his arms and hugged Caesarline's body, and patted his back gently.

"You have grown up, and you have become an outstanding big shot." Vincent said softly, "You are much more promising than my unqualified teacher."

Caesarion's self-deprecating words fell into Caesarion's ears. He laughed a few times, closed his ice-blue eyes, and immersed himself in Vincent's breath.

The familiar elegant atmosphere with a faint scent of ink made Caesarion quickly relax, as if he had returned to the time when he was still in the pure white mage tower.

Although it was hard at that time, Vincent taught him a lot of knowledge that he couldn't learn in other places, and compared with the intrigue he experienced back in the capital, those days were more pure and pleasant.

More importantly, Vincent was by his side.

Caesarline carefully pressed his lips on Vincent's exposed neck skin, and narrowed his eyes contentedly.