Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

"I've accepted the letter, you can go." Vincent closed his eyes wearily, and waved his hand to signal Daniel to send the messenger away.

"Then will you come?" The messenger asked tentatively. When he met the cold eyes of the black-haired mage, he shuddered, and quickly lowered his head. Cold sweat continued to emerge from his forehead, and his feet couldn't help shaking. stand up.

"I'm very sorry! Then I'll take my leave now!!" The courier didn't dare to raise his head, and retreated all the way while maintaining a bowed and bowed posture.

Daniel also bowed to Vincent, and then backed out.

After he couldn't feel the gaze of the mysterious mage, the messenger took a deep breath and straightened his body.Daniel stood quietly aside, until the messenger was about to leave in a trance, and then he opened the portal from the mage tower.

Vincent, who was still in the living room, pursed his lips and pinched the gilded envelope over and over again, but he didn't open it.

Daniel, who sent the messenger away and re-entered the living room, saw the expression on the master's empty face. He stepped forward to Vincent's side and quietly watched Vincent crumpling the letter.

"Oh... we have to go anyway." Vincent was stunned for a while, and finally said this sentence with a sigh.He opened the red seal and took out the letter inside.

The cursive characters printed on the parchment were gorgeous and elegant that Vincent was familiar with: "It's still handwritten..."

Vincent murmured, he glanced down ten lines at a time, passing those formulaic greetings, and a series of titles he got before his name, and his gaze was fixed on the final scene: "—— Once upon a time Promise, don't forget to fulfill it."

"This serious blond boy... actually remembers the promise I made as a joke." Vincent fell to the side, handed his body to the soft sofa, and the letter fell from Vincent's fingers to the ground.

In the faint light projected from nowhere, the inscription was printed in pale black ink on the inscription, and it read: "Sincerely, Caesarion".

Vincent's temples were still throbbing due to lack of sleep. He lay on his back on the sofa, looked at the star map revealed on the ceiling of his mage tower, and sighed deeply.

In a daze, Vincent seemed to have returned to the rainy night when he was entangled with the blond boy of the Chosen One.

——It was a night without even a little light.Vincent was listening to the sound of raindrops baptizing the mage tower, while doing what every mage must do in order to become stronger and explore the mysteries of the world: meditation.

Vincent's body was lifted by the magic power, floating in the sky, and the stars twinkled around him.As Vincent raised his hand and waved his fingers, those blue or white, purple or red stars fell into his palm, and then fell into the vast star map.

Take the sky as the chessboard and the stars as the chess pieces.

Vincent sat cross-legged on the star chart, and the stars snuggled up and surrendered to him. In the next moment of his mind, they cruised and embedded in the astrolabe under Vincent's order.

What is exposed in Vincent's calm and plain eyes is the past that this world once had, the ongoing present, and the future that has never come.

A ball of warm starlight nestled in the palm of his hand, like a coquettish cat rubbing against him, refusing to go where it should go.

Under the flickering light, Vincent's warm face looked a little indifferent.

The stars kept sliding across the astrolabe like shooting stars, reflecting the gorgeous scenery in Vincent's smooth and deep black pupils.

It was at this time that Vincent felt the existence outside the mage tower that was filled with all the love in the world.

He took a deep breath and waved his sleeves to return the stars to their original places.

The wind brought by the flying stars rolled up the hem of Vincent's robe, exposing his naked feet without boots.

Vincent gently landed from the starry sky and stepped back on the ground.

Vincent glanced out the dark and deep window, and the occasional purple thunder that passed through the air illuminated the earth as if a giant black bowl had been turned upside down by the gods, allowing Vincent to catch at a glance at the bottom of his mage tower That shiny golden head.

The thread of destiny has been spun, and all the lives and praises of the world will finally belong to one person.

The poor boy who is standing outside his mage's tower in the rain will stand at the top of the entire continent in the future, and all races will bow their heads under his iron hooves.

His status is paramount, and the blood of his enemies is but the red carpet for his coronation.

Vincent thought, at least it was a moment to witness history, and he still confirmed it with these eyes.

So he bypassed the books that were piled up to the ceiling in the room, walked around the layers of spaces step by step, and came to the bottom of the tower.

Vincent's mage tower has no door, and outsiders can enter Vincent's domain only after being invited by someone with authority.

With resentment and hatred, Caesarion came to this mage tower through the Seville Plain in the rainstorm and thunder.

Caesarion's cloak had a waterproof spell on it, but that didn't stop the mud and rain from soaking his boots and trousers.

The ferocious rain hit Kaiserline's head, taking away the temperature of his body.

Caesarion's skin was as cold as ice, but inside his head was like a raging fire. The flame burned his reason, his soul, his heart, and poured out from his icy pupils When he comes out, he will burn all the injustice and suffering he has suffered, together with this distorted world, into ashes!

In the next period of time, Caesarion will be forced to live in this pure white cage with the gloomy and evil Hyperian mage.

And all this is because of those hateful and cowardly nobles! !

He failed in the war launched by the outside world, and in order to calm things down, he took away his innocent sister and married him to an old man who was old enough to be their father!

However, Caesarion is too weak, and now he cannot resist the empire, let alone the emperor who is in charge of this country.

What's more...he was also sold to this mage tower because of the emperor's darling - the master of this mage tower needs an apprentice!

Caesarline's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a ferocious hand, and he was so weak that he couldn't resist a mysterious and powerful mage.

The soldiers who sent him to this plain had long since left. If he didn't want to be eaten by monsters on the plain, the only option for Caesarlane was to enter this mage tower.

Caesarlane had enough courage and enough wisdom. Rather than being miserably bitten by wild beasts in the plains, it was more in line with his nature to find a glimmer of life in the mage's tower.

What's more, following a mage, he may have a chance to become stronger.

Just when Caesarline listed in his heart how he should respond if the master of the mage tower persecuted him, his feet suddenly stepped on the ground, and the solid ground turned into a hollow void, accompanied by the whistling wind. The noise of raindrops poured into Caesarion's ears together.

But in this falling hollow, Caesarion didn't feel the coldness of the rainwater flowing into his neck, and the warm wind blowing up from the soles of his feet when he fell warmed his cold body a little.

Even the drenched clothes were dried by the warm wind, leaving only mud spots on the clothes, forming hard marks.

After falling in weightlessness for an unknown amount of time, Caesarion finally landed on the ground.But he fell to the ground suddenly, and before his body could react, he fell heavily on the soft blanket directly on his stomach.

Even with the cushions underneath, he was still dizzy from the fall.

When Caesarion regained his composure and raised his head from the blanket lying on his stomach, what he saw was the owner of the pure white mage tower, the black-haired mage who was rumored to be the emperor's lover, with a condescending attitude.

The mage stood in front of him, surrounded by books that were so high that they almost touched the ceiling. It was always stacked in an impossible posture, and it was not surprising when they collapsed.

With just one glance, Caesarline couldn't take his eyes off the mage.

The first thing Caesarion saw were the mage's naked feet.

The mage's ankles were submerged by the soft and comfortable blanket laid on the ground, revealing his slender ankles.

Under the reflection of the burning fireplace on one side, the mage's smooth skin was covered with a layer of delicious orange red.

On the mage's robe, which is attached to the mage's tall body and outlines the thin lines, there are occasional flashes of light.

Caesarion knew that it was a magic spell embroidered on the cloth.

Not only the spell, but according to Caesarion's point of view, even the raw material for weaving this mage's robe is probably a treasure that is hard to find.

The black-haired mage didn't wear a mage's hat, his plump and pitch-black hair hung gently on his forehead, and his soft lips were slightly pursed.

What caught Caesarion the most was the mage's calm and deep black pupils.

It's like a vast sky covered with stars, just looking up, you will realize how small you are and how high the night sky is.

——Would such a person be willing to commit himself to the emperor?

"You are going to be my apprentice, that blond boy?" The mage's voice sounded flatly, and Caesarline recovered from the inexplicable stare.

After realizing his gaffe, that rain-drenched face turned crimson like the morning glow.Caesarline gritted his teeth, directed his weak limbs, and struggled to stand up from the carpet on his stomach.

Although his body was swaying from cold, exhaustion and hunger, Caesarion's back was straight.

Caesarline raised his chin slightly, and stared directly at the mage with the name of restraining countless children from crying with his ice-coloured pupils, and announced his name in a clear voice: "This is Caesarline Liesel, This is the one who will be your apprentice!"

"Understood, don't shout so loudly, I can hear clearly." The mage who made Caesarion couldn't help being dazzled at the first sight said lightly: "Put away the dagger you hid in your sleeve, and then Clean up that rug you just soiled."

"I need an apprentice who will take care of the mage tower for me. As long as you do your job well, I don't care about what you want to do."

Relying on the height of the elder, the mage glanced at the blond boy with a distressed expression, and there was a smile in the corner of his mouth that made Caesarion feel uncomfortable no matter how he looked at it.

"So... before the wings are full, close your fangs and don't cause trouble for me."