Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

Vincent shuddered when Caesarion's hot lips touched his skin.Obviously, His Majesty's lips on his neck were hot and soft, but Vincent's hands and feet were as cold as if he had fallen into icy water.

"Vincent..." His Majesty the Emperor murmured Vincent's name, sniffing lightly at his neck with the tip of his nose, like a coquettish big cat, pawing its limbs on Vincent's body.The medals pinned to Caesarline's chest pressed against Vincent's chest, and as Caesarline rubbed him into his arms more and more, Vincent felt chest tightness and shortness of breath.

"Please let me go, Your Majesty." He finally couldn't help but speak, and at the same time put his hand on Caesarion's body and pushed him away a little.

Before Vincent could catch his breath, Caesarline narrowed the distance between them again.This time, Caesarion's scorching lower abdomen was pressed tightly against Vincent's, so that Vincent could feel the heat and weight being transferred from the highly breathable mage robe to his skin.

Vincent's face turned pale. He originally thought that the teleportation location of the magic circle was only set in this room, but Caesarline's behavior seemed to have other meanings.

"I don't want to let it go." Caesarline's aggrieved voice sounded muffled from Vincent's ear.

He said softly to his mentor, whom he had been thinking about day and night, "I miss you. I've been thinking about you for a long time, but you didn't come to see me."

Vincent pursed his lips. He was imprisoned in Caesarion's arms, and he couldn't break free from the son of destiny who was both skilled in magic and martial arts.

Vincent frowned, but when he tried to use his magic to retreat from Caesarion's arms, he found that his magic power seemed to be sucked away by something, and it was continuously lost, even Vincent's Limbs go limp.

And Vincent could neither extract the slightest bit from his body, nor could he obtain the floating magic power from the outside world.

Vincent's eyes slowly darkened, and even his lips, which were as pale as pink cherry, became pale.

—He knows where this is.

Vincent should have thought that after Caesarion ascended the throne, he would naturally be treated accordingly.

Vincent's throat was dry, and he turned his head slightly to look at the wall beside the bed. When he saw the violet patterns and reliefs that he was familiar with, his pure black pupils were slightly widened, his knees slipped, and he almost fell down. to the ground.

Caesarline was still immersed in the joy of being reunited with Vincent and being able to embrace Vincent with these hands, but he didn't notice that the expression of Vincent in his arms gradually turned into a blank with no emotional fluctuations.

Vincent took a deep breath and had to hold on to the fabric behind Caesarion so that he could slip and fall to the ground without embarrassment.

——This is the palace where the emperors of all dynasties once lived.

Ludwig I once brought Vincent to this room.

Caesarion felt the movement of Vincent embracing him, a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face, he closed his hot eyes, and blinked away the tears that were about to flow from his eyes.

After waiting for so long and working hard for so long, he was finally able to stand upright and ask his sweetheart to fulfill his promise.

Caesarline buried his head in Vincent's neck and secretly rejoiced. At this moment, his nostrils were filled with Vincent's breath, and what he felt in his palms was Vincent's temperature. The new emperor feels extremely satisfied.

After holding Vincent tightly for a while, Caesarline reluctantly let go of Vincent.

Even after letting go of the black-haired mage, the blond emperor's hand still held Vincent's shoulder, and the fiery temperature seemed to reach the depths of Vincent's heart and soul.

"I made the promise, I made it!" Caesarline smiled as vigorously as a boy, his ice-coloured pupils swayed with flames full of expectation, and the hands holding Vincent's shoulders followed Vincent's. Te's arm, elbow slid all the way to the wrist, and Caesarion held his palm tightly.

"The entire empire is mine, so you are mine too, right?" Caesarion's tone was excited and high, he lowered his head slightly, and pressed his lips, which were burning with longing, on Vincent's cold knuckles superior.

"Your hands are so cold..." Caesarion frowned, breathing hot air on these slender and white hands distressedly, trying to warm them up.

"Did you catch a cold? I remember that you have always liked to go barefoot. You should change this habit. It is easy to catch cold." Facing Caesarline's concerned eyes, Vincent wanted to ask him. Why could he act so nonchalantly when he was brought into this cage?

Yes, there are countless enchantments and magic circles all over this gorgeous bedroom that symbolizes the supreme status.This kind of magic circle was not set up by others, it was Vincent's former best friend - Ludwig I.

These magic circles absorbed the magic power in Vincent's body, turning him from an unfathomable archmage into a powerless ordinary person.

No, perhaps Vincent at this moment is worse than ordinary people, because at least ordinary people can still break free from these shackles with martial arts and strength.

Vincent's body trembled, and he recalled that time when he, who had great trust in his best friend, was tricked into this bedroom. A weakling that can be suppressed by ordinary servants.

More shocking and painful than losing his power was being cheated by his best friend.

This bedroom was the renovation carried out by King Ludwig I in order to completely keep Vincent in captivity.

Vincent didn't want to think about his embarrassing and painful self at that time. He only felt the bone-chilling chill and the naive ridicule of himself.

People are always changing, and the only thing in this world that doesn't change is 'change'.

The reliable friends who used to be reliable, the partners who used to have a good drink together, and the comrades who shook hands and vowed to change the bad habits of this human continent, have become unrecognizable under the corruption of power and throne.

Vincent was lying on the huge bed filled with high-quality monster fur, his black hair scattered on the white sheets.And covering him is Ludwig I, whose blond hair still shines, but whose face is inevitably wrinkled.

"Vincent..." The emperor called out the name of the black-haired mage, and stroked Vincent's still smooth and clean face with callused fingers.

"I want to make you my property." Those pupils that Vincent once felt extremely reliable were full of purple desire/desire.

"—Are you okay?" Ludwig's voice and Kaiserline's voice seemed to overlap, and Vincent was in a daze before his eyes, and he took a step back involuntarily.

"Vincent, what's the matter with you?" Caesarline was confiding to his sweetheart the love he had accumulated over the years, but while he was talking, he found that Vincent was obviously distracted and his face was not very good-looking.

He worriedly put his palm on Vincent's forehead, and after feeling the temperature quietly for a while, he breathed out in relief, "Fortunately, I don't have a fever."

Caesarline still remembered how Vincent was being entangled by the messenger sent by Ludwig I from the capital.

When Vincent sent away the troublesome messenger who was familiar with the gentle nature of the Hyperian mage, and was slumped on the sofa in the hall, sipping wine, Caesarline resigned himself to tidying up the table for the lazy mage, while He still couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked: "That is... how many letters have been sent from the capital? Is it really okay to keep refusing?"

Although he has decided in his heart to take his sister back from His Majesty the Emperor, the imperial power still has a shadow of doing whatever he wants in Caesarline's heart.

Because Ludwig I is the emperor of this empire, as the motherland of Caesarion, who cannot rival the empire, he dedicated his sister, who is known as the beauty of the country, to Ludwig I in exchange for the favor of His Majesty the Emperor. .

So he was also very curious, why Vincent was able to maintain such negligence and laziness in the face of such frequent summons from the capital.

"Ah, it doesn't matter. I have already refused the summons with good reasons." Vincent's expression was colder and more flat than before, and Caesarline noticed this keenly.

He glanced at Vincent playing with the ring on his finger, then calmed down first, focused on tidying up the wine bottles and glasses on the table, and put them into the washing machine made by Vincent.

Caesarline rolled up his sleeves and looked busy before and after, which made Vincent a lot better. After all, a beautiful and delicious boy can always make people feel happy.

"Your Excellency, you drank a lot of wine again!" Caesarion thought about tidying up, so he simply cleaned up this side.

Such a move was terrible, as soon as he bent down, he saw several wine bottles kicked under the table by Vincent.

"Because I'm in a bad mood." Vincent scratched his hair lazily and sighed helplessly.

"Is it because of the messenger just now?" Caesarion frowned and asked worriedly.

"Part of it." Vincent didn't intend to elaborate on the entanglement with Caesarline, he replied vaguely.

"...Does that His Majesty really own the entire empire? Does everything belong to him?" Caesarion asked suddenly.

At this moment, he was squatting beside Vincent, holding a wine bottle in his hand, which was already empty.

Vincent was silent for a while when he heard Caesarline's question.

He turned over on the wide soft sofa, allowing his face to meet the eyes of Caesarion looking quietly over.

"...Yes, he owns the entire empire, and the people in this territory are his subjects and his property." Vincent's voice carried what Caesarline didn't understand at that time. Ridiculous and self-deprecating, told Caesarion so.

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