Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

Fortunately, the medicine took effect quickly, otherwise if the black-haired lord fell asleep with such a pale face all the time, these doctors would probably be in big trouble.

"It's just a fever, there's no need to be so nervous." Claire touched Vincent's wrist, then his forehead, and finally said to him in a pleasant manner.

Vincent probably guessed what was going on.

Now his body is gradually able to move, and his consciousness is also clear, and as a result, the liquid still remaining in the middle of his legs feels very intense.

I am afraid that it is this part of the liquid left in his stomach that caused him to have a fever and chills.

Dr. Claire's smile was very gentle, and Vincent gave a soft "um" and sat up by himself.

He cleared his throat to make his voice less hoarse, and then said to Dr. Claire, "Thank you. Excuse me, can I take a bath now?"

If he didn't get out the liquid left in his stomach quickly, Vincent felt that he might have a fever again.

"Not yet. Your body is still a little hot. In order to avoid catching cold again, you should wash it later." Claire thought for a while and rejected Vincent's inquiry.

"Then we'll take our leave first, so we won't disturb your rest." Claire bowed gracefully to Vincent, and left the room with her juniors and apprentices.

After the doctors left, the dormitory became calm again. Vincent scratched his hair in distress and sighed deeply.

And outside the door separated by a wall, Claire asked His Majesty Caesarion for a private conversation.

Caesarline immediately tensed up nervously, fearing that something serious happened to Vincent.

He just followed Dr. Claire to the small bedroom next to the dormitory, and what he got was the brown-haired doctor asking coldly: "Your Majesty—please tell me the truth, did you have sex with this lord last night?"

Done?What have you done?Do goblins fight?

Caesarline was still thinking about what happened to Vincent in his head, why he was fine last night, but this morning his forehead was hot and his body was cold, and he couldn’t wake up no matter how much he shouted, the first time he heard Dr. Claire’s question, he revealed Dazed expression.

"Your Majesty, have you—" Thinking that Caesarion hadn't heard clearly, Dr. Claire repeated it again.

Caesarion blushed instantly, he faltered and didn't know what to say.

But he didn't need to say anything more about his reaction, Claire immediately understood: "Sure enough, I did it."

Now that the guess is correct, Dr. Claire will not beat around the bush: "Did you not clean up after finishing last night?"

Caesarion's face was still red, as crimson as a rose petal falling into milk.When he heard Claire's question, he frowned slightly, as if he had noticed something: "No... last night I... fell asleep holding Vincent excitedly after that."

It turns out that the black-haired gentleman is called Vincent.

Dr. Claire memorized the name and continued: "I'm afraid this is the first time for you? Unlike women, men's body structure cannot accommodate those liquids. Before doing this kind of thing with Your Excellency Vincent, you need to make preparations in advance , and there is also a need to clean up afterward—about these, I will ask my apprentice to hand over the sorted out notes to you later."

Caesarion nodded with a blushing face, indicating that he knew.

"And then." Dr. Claire's words aroused Caesarline's vigilance, and he listened intently with his ears up.

"Please don't ask too much. His Excellency Vincent's physical condition is very strange, as if he suddenly became very weak." Dr. Claire didn't want to say it at first, after all, this is also the wife of the royal family.But when he saw Caesarion, it didn't look like he was just playing around and trying something new.

"If it's to add to the fun..., try not to use too violent drugs." Claire reminded as tactfully as possible.

"The physical condition is very strange, and you suddenly became very weak?" Caesarion's complexion changed slightly, his eyes flickered, and countless possibilities flashed in his heart: Could it be that the enemies remaining in the capital harbored feelings for him? dissatisfied?No, then why not just go straight for him, the culprit?And although Vincent is a little thin, according to his magical realm, he has already reached the level where no ailments can disturb Vincent.

That's why when Caesarline found out that something was wrong with Vincent this morning, he jumped out of bed in panic and barefoot to call for the attendants and the doctor.

"I see, Vincent's body also troubles you to pay more attention." Caesarline pursed his lips, his lips that were originally as pink as spring flowers were now covered with teeth marks from his own biting.

When Caesarion returned to the dormitory where Vincent was, Vincent had recovered quite a bit, but his face and lips were still pale.

Vincent saw Caesarion's blond hair that shone so brightly when he entered the room. He glanced at it without saying a word, and then turned his gaze back to the curtain above his head.

When Caesarline saw Vincent's appearance, his heart was pierced like a knife, and he pursed his lips with a look of guilt that he didn't know what to say.

But in the end, the blond emperor just sat silently beside Vincent, firmly holding Vincent's cold hand, and using the temperature of his palm to warm the skin that was as cold as jade.

Vincent didn't speak. He closed his eyes and wanted to rest for a while, but the real sight that fell on him was too hot, as if he was wrapped in tin foil and baked between the sun and the fire.

After sighing in his heart, Vincent opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the former disciple and Emperor of the Empire with tears in his eyes and guilt on his face.

"I'm fine, it's just that I have a fever." He said softly, slightly curling his fingers and holding Caesarion's sweaty palm.

What happened now, Vincent himself wanted to know.

Vincent's feelings for Caesarion are still very complicated.

Originally, Vincent thought that there were only a few connections between himself and Caesarion.

The ruthless mage and the down-and-out noble boy, the irresponsible and arrogant mentor and the apprentice responsible for daily care, cooking and cleaning, and then the reclusive salted fish and the radiant emperor.

If all the arrangements and hidden stakes Vincent made went well, then the relationship between Vincent and Caesarlane would probably be like this until death.

And if it doesn't go well...

Then one more thing should be added to the relationship between Vincent and Caesarion—the Son of Destiny who is favored by the world and the bug he can't get rid of no matter what, the wise and mighty emperor and the roadblock that prevents him from unifying the mainland.

But now, Caesarline suddenly made such a brilliant move, which made the relationship between Vincent and Caesarline even more complicated, which was already as complicated as a ball of string played by a cat.

If you want to describe it, it is the webs made by spiders and the tangled long hair of women, which can't be straightened out.

Vincent never thought that Caesarion had such thoughts about him.

But it doesn't make any sense to ask why now.

The binding magic circle was certainly a reason for Vincent to abandon his weapons and surrender, but if Vincent strongly resisted and was unwilling, Caesarlane might not touch him at all.

The blond boy was the one he had watched growing up, and his proud self-esteem Vincent was well aware of.

Vincent exhaled lightly, and no longer thought about the shaking in his heart when he was kissed by Caesarion.

He looked at Caesarline, and after the feelings of betrayed expectation and despair receded, Vincent realized that Caesarline probably didn't even know that there was such a magic circle in this bedroom.

That's right, after all, in order to keep him, Ludwig I had to know as few people as possible, and those who can let Ludwig I deliver such an important task must be confidantes.

Even if he is still alive, it is naturally impossible to tell such court secrets to Caesarlane who is not of imperial royal blood.

Vincent was still affected by those dreams after all.But luckily it wasn't too late.

"Your Majesty, no...Caesarline." There was an inexplicable light in Vincent's pure black pupils.

When he heard Vincent calling him, Caesarline quickly bent down and approached Vincent, with a nervous look as if he was afraid of missing a word Vincent said.

"I'm here, you can tell me anything." His voice was hoarse and slightly choked, his ice-coloured pupils were filled with mist, as if looking at the glaciers standing by the lake from the surface of Lapople Lake Peak, too beautiful to behold.

No one would be willing to hurt such a beauty?

Vincent has always known that Caesarline was good-looking, but after he became an adult, he became awe-inspiring and majestic. Even Vincent, who had seen countless people, couldn't help but startled, seeing the gods.

But Vincent quickly came back to his senses, he pulled his hand from Caesarion's hand, but did not pull it out.Vincent had no choice but to let Caesarline hold him.

Vincent's expression became serious, and he asked calmly, "I hope you tell me honestly, do you know that this bedroom is a prison for me?"

'Cage'?

When Caesarline heard Vincent's words, it was like a thunderbolt piercing his heart, and all the strange things were connected immediately.

"Hyberian is Ludwig I's lover" "That Vincent and His Majesty the Emperor are ambiguous" The rumors that have been heard inadvertently were suddenly revealed, and in the bottom of Caesarion's heart, it was like a bird after another. The rotten wooden box exuding only a rotten stench made his throat choked up.

Caesarion's body trembled, with sadness and extreme anger on his face.

And the trembling was also transmitted to Vincent's palm, no matter the magnitude of the tremor or the more violent chest heaving, let Vincent know his answer.

"You really don't know." Vincent sighed softly.

Caesarline couldn't understand the emotion contained in Vincent's sigh.

But this voice made Caesarline break free from his annoyance, self-blame, and hatred of the former emperor Ludwig I. He looked at Vincent lying on the bed, and the face he had deeply in his heart was just like Caesar's. As Ryan remembered, he remained calm and gentle.

Although sometimes, Caesarline felt that this equal tolerance and gentleness was more ruthless.

But... who made him like Vincent?

And Caesarline also has the confidence that all of Vincent's tenderness and love will belong to him.

"You really don't know." When Vincent said this sentence again, he felt relieved.

After all, he did not misunderstand the person, and Caesarline did not become a person like Ludwig I.

"That is the magic circle set up by King Ludwig I, only for me." Vincent closed his eyes gently, so that his hot eyes could get a little rest.

"How dare he...!" Caesarline gritted his teeth, and just imagining what kind of treatment Vincent received at Ludwig I's place after this simple sentence made Caesarline tremble with anger.

"Why didn't he dare?" Vincent asked back.

"He is the power holder of the strongest empire in the human kingdom. The blood and status of the royal family endow him with everything that others can't imagine." Vincent said calmly when talking about Ludwig I who once imprisoned him .

"But that's already in the past." Vincent changed the subject and didn't say any more.

"He wanted to keep me by his side forever, so he specially made this 'birdcage'." Vincent's next words made Caesarlane's ice-coloured pupils widen, beautiful Disgust appeared on his face.

"He probably thinks that this 'birdcage' designed and built by him is very suitable for me." Vincent chuckled lightly, with a calm expression, not at all like someone who was almost imprisoned.

"Then what about you?" Vincent finally said what he wanted to ask the most at the moment. He blinked his eyes, looked at the stunned Caesarion, and asked, "You also Do you want to lock me in this 'birdcage' and keep me up?"

"I didn't intend to do that...!" Caesarion wanted to defend himself, but just as he said this, he realized that deep down in his heart, he had indeed had such a plan.

——It would be nice if Vincent stayed by his side all the time.It allows him to see Vincent at any time, hear Vincent's warm voice at any time, and hold Vincent in his arms with these hands at any time.

When he realized that he really had this thought deep in his heart, Caesarion tightened his lips, smashing the ambiguous and cold thought.

He didn't want to be as odious as Ludwig I.

Caesarion's head, dazzled by getting his wish, finally cooled down from the boiling water.

"...So, you don't remember our agreement at all, and you didn't accept my courtship at all, did you?" Caesarion's voice became cold, even though it was still as beautiful as a melody played by an upper-numbered instrument, But Vincent could hear that the proud golden griffin was very sad.

But it was the sensitive and proud Caesarline who was actually very emotional and hot, the one Vincent knew very well.

As for the kid who looked like he was immersed in love and couldn't extricate himself when he met him before?Vincent didn't recognize it.

Now that the net has been laid, the rest will be in Vincent's hands.

Although Caesarline is calm and sophisticated in politics and military affairs, he is still a blank slate in love, so he will naturally not be Vincent's opponent.

"So last night, we can treat it as an accident." Vincent's voice carried some persuasion and coaxing that Caesarline could not find.

"You should also know that in a place where I once had unforgettable memories, it is really a burden on my spirit to be done this kind of thing that I have tried my best to avoid-and your courtship is the same. "Vincent's eye feathers trembled slightly, and slowly fell down, with sadness and distress appearing on his face.

After hearing these words, Caesarion's face, which was as clean as the first snow, became even paler, even his lips, which were as pink as petals.

And Vincent's expression was like sharp arrows shooting at him one after another, piercing through Caesarline's heart, tearing that soft organ to bloody flesh.

"...I see." Caesarion heard his own voice was blank and hoarse, and he suddenly buried his head in his hands, trying to hide the gaffe that would appear on his face.

Hearing the sobs and gasps that leaked out after trying his best to suppress them, Vincent moved his eyes considerately.

After patiently waiting for Caesarion to calm down his violent mood, Vincent asked softly: "Then, can you let me out of the palace now, Your Majesty? I think it's time for me to go back to my mage tower."

Caesarion looked at Vincent with icy eyes, and said lightly, "No."

"—Huh?" Vincent blinked, "Why not?"

"You haven't recovered yet. And I have to be responsible to you." Caesarline covered Vincent with a quilt and replied solemnly.

"What you said just now was indeed my mistake. I'm sorry to have left you with bad memories." Caesarion had a solemn expression. He raised his right hand to cover his left chest, and then seemed to make an oath Just as pious: "It doesn't matter if you forgot the agreement, I will pursue you in order again."

"—Please don't worry, I will never coerce you like that villain Ludwig I." Caesarline said firmly, "I will get your heart rightly and make you happy!"

"Oh, really." Vincent closed his eyes.

Although Caesarion's reaction was unexpected, it was also reasonable.

After all, he is the son of destiny who has obtained the entire empire. Although Vincent didn't know why he fell in love with him, there was indeed no reason for him to retreat in just a few words.

But it doesn't matter, Vincent has mastered the sovereignty.

Vincent licked his lips that were dry due to heat, and a calm smile flashed in his heart.

After all, love is a thing...

Whoever is tempted first loses.

Vincent couldn't be blamed for being cunning in this matter. In those consecutive dreams, Caesarline was one of the chief culprits who cast a shadow over his comfortable salted fish life.

After Caesarline expressed his heart to Vincent, he left in a hurry. Vincent estimated that he was going to sort out his mood and plan to attack him next.

Unlike Vincent, who procrastinates, Caesarline has always been the type to act immediately when he has a goal.

Hearing the sound of the door being closed, Vincent immediately relaxed his body, revealing a lazy salted fish prototype, buried his chin in the soft and fluffy quilt, and sniffed the faint fragrance sprinkled on it.

"It seems that you can rest quietly for a while." Vincent murmured.

This is simply the best news he has received since he came to the capital.

Vincent turned around comfortably and nuzzled his head into the same soft pillow.The pillow full of sunlight made Vincent drowsy, and he guessed that when he woke up after a nap, Caesarline would have dispelled the magic circle.

He really believed in Caesarion's terrifying mobility.

With a faint smile on the corner of Vincent's mouth, he fell asleep without hesitation.

Then Vincent had another dream.

This time, I didn't dream of the ending of the original Kavela world, but a very strange dream.

Vincent was sitting on a golden boat sailing in the ocean. The clear blue sea was rippling with waves, the sky was vast and high, and occasionally white seagulls spread their wings and passed over Vincent's head.

Originally, Vincent was still immersed in such a rare and soothing dream. He was lying on the deck lazily basking in the sun, enjoying the comfort.

However, a vortex soon appeared on the sea surface, and when Vincent's whole body was as soft as white bread, something climbed up the ship's side, leaving wet marks.

By the time Vincent realized something was wrong, he had been completely trapped in the shadows by the uninvited guest.

"..." Vincent stared silently at the squid, which was almost as tall as a five-story building, and immediately tried to run as fast as he could, but before he could take a few steps, his ankles were bound by tentacles.

The body of this squid is not cold and smooth, but warm.

But this giant squid flexibly moved its tentacles/hands along Vincent's ankles, wrapped around Vincent's calves, knees, and thighs, and then bound his waist all the way.

Vincent couldn't move immediately, and could only watch the squid wrap other tentacles/hands around his body.

The whole body was tightly bound, strangling Vincent's legs, waist, and chest, making him suddenly feel difficult to breathe and dizzy.

Obviously, he no longer had the continuous dreams that always troubled him, why did he have such a strange dream again this time!

Vincent was very angry, he glared at the squid, and he already guessed why this happened.

The angry black-haired mage snapped his fingers in displeasure. The endless sea, the blue sky, the golden boat shaking in the waves, or the squid that made Vincent uncomfortable were like soap in the afternoon. Like a bubble, it disappeared with a snap of the fingers.

And when Vincent's consciousness returned from the dream to reality, he opened his sleepy eyelids, and as no surprise, he saw the luxurious and smooth blond hair spreading across his chest like molten gold.