Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

Vincent helplessly tried to push down Caesarion, who had fallen asleep on his chest, but no matter how hard he tried to move that noble head, there was no way to push it away.

Not only the chest, but also the waist was tightly held by Caesarline's hands, and the legs were also tightly clamped by the legs pressed up by Caesarline.

Just like Vincent was tightly bound by the squid in the dream, he is also tightly bound by Caesarion at this moment.

Vincent sighed, and after he pushed Caesarline from his chest onto the bed, he wanted to pull away the hand tightly around his waist under the quilt, but he couldn't pull it away no matter how hard he tried.

Vincent was silent for a while, and then tried to break away from Caesarion's legs, but it was also in vain.

He tilted his head and glanced at Caesarion, who seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed, sighed helplessly, and said softly, "Can you relax a little, I'm a little out of breath. Don't worry, I won't leave without saying goodbye."

Caesarline didn't respond, but Vincent could feel the strength that restrained his body relax, and it wouldn't affect his breathing anymore.

Vincent knew that this was already Caesarion's biggest concession, so he had no choice but to let the warm body of the blond emperor cling to his own, and gradually fell asleep in the warm body temperature.

Vincent's body is considered to be of the cold type. Although the magic power is high, there is no way to change the bad habit of cold hands and feet.

And Caesarion not only has a dazzling appearance, but also a strong and warm body.

Vincent didn't dream again this time, neither the dream of Kavela's world nor the dream of being bound by squids bothered him anymore.

When Vincent woke up naturally after falling asleep, it was rare that he woke up earlier than Caesarline.

The face of the blond emperor sleeping quietly next to Vincent faded from the majesty and sharpness he had when he was awake, and the faint light from the white veil falling on the window allowed Vincent to see clearly that Caesarion was killed by the God of Beauty. The face that had been kissed, and the corners of Nayu's lips raised in a childish manner.

Vincent hadn't looked at Caesarion so carefully for a long time.

This young man who once knocked open his mage's tower in a mess has grown into such an outstanding man, and even wooed him.

When Vincent took in Caesarline and even became his magic mentor, he didn't think about gaining Caesarline's favor or attacking him.

Age is certainly one aspect, but there is more to it. Vincent felt that this kind of closeness with ulterior motives was too impure.

He treated his worst enemy in the future with the attitude he should have. Although he said that he could learn as much as Caesarline could learn, Vincent was unreserved in the face of Caesarline's questions. Answer with all one's heart and soul.

Perhaps it was this unchanging attitude that caused the sensitive Caesarlane to fall into the vortex named Vincent without hesitation.

But so what, getting Vincent's heart is just the first step of the difficulty.

According to Caesarline's temperament, since he got Vincent, he wanted to tell the whole continent to let everyone know his joy.

However, Vincent knew that although there were extraordinary things such as magic and martial arts in this world, there were no things that could make a man have children.

So even if Caesarline and Vincent were really together, they were destined to have no children.

Vincent is very self-aware, he is lazy and greedy, he can sit but never walk, he can lie down and never sit.But Caesarline is different, his character is rigorous and self-controlled, and Vincent is completely two extremes.

Forcing the same poles of a magnet to come into contact will only result in bloodshed.

This is also why Vincent is indifferent to Caesarline's courtship and pursuit.

Vincent was too lazy, he was too lazy to be emotional, and naturally he was too lazy to deal with a lot of troubles that followed after the emotional.

But Vincent did not completely reject Caesarline.

According to the emperor's character, the more Vincent refused, the more frustrated Caesarline would become, and he had to be taken down.

The emotion contained in this is probably not only because of liking, but also to satisfy his desire to challenge and conquer desire.

So it is very troublesome.

Vincent moved his gaze away from Caesarline's delicious face, and then moved his lips silently. The spell enveloped Vincent along with the restored magic power, allowing him to get rid of Caesar in the next moment. The prisoner in Ryan's arms stood on the soft and thick carpet.

As soon as Vincent stood up straight, he felt his waist ache, and the fluid remaining in the unspeakable part flowed out again.

Ah... Vincent covered his face, and he said that he seemed to have forgotten something, so it was this!

I slept so comfortably while lying down, as if to make up for the part I didn't sleep well before, so much that Vincent forgot to take a bath!

I could bear it when I didn't find it, but I couldn't bear it anymore after I found Vincent. He cast teleportation magic and his figure disappeared into the bedroom.

And after Vincent left for a while, Caesarion finally woke up from his rare deep sleep.

Before he even opened his eyes, he touched where Vincent was.

But Caesarline didn't feel the temperature that belonged to Vincent, what he felt was a small emptiness sunken down.

Caesarline suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, lifted the quilt, and saw that there was no one around him.

The blond emperor with messy hair was silent, he got off the bed with bare feet, only the violent chest heaving revealed his mood at the moment.

"Vincent..." Caesarline murmured the name of his sweetheart in a low voice, and the bright blond hair seemed to have dimmed a lot with the owner's depressed mood.

"Huh?" Caesarion's heart filled with loss and frustration brightened up again when he heard Vincent's voice behind him.

He quickly turned around, and what met his eyes was that his hair was still dripping with water, and the clothes on his body were soaked by the water droplets on his body, which looked a little transparent.

Vincent sat on the bed and looked at Caesarion innocently and suspiciously.

Caesarion pursed his lips, and finally said softly in a hoarse voice: "I thought you had already left." I thought you had left my side and returned to your mage tower.

As long as you think about it, your future self may become like Ludwig I, who sent letters one after another to summon Vincent, but got no reply, Caesarion's heart It was as if being grabbed by an invisible hand, and the pain was so painful that I couldn't breathe.

Caesarline knew very well how powerful Vincent's mage tower was. If Vincent didn't want to come to see him, Caesarline might not be able to force him out.

——No, there are still ways to force him out, but if it really gets to that point, I'm afraid Vincent will only hate him to the bone.

"I promise you, I won't leave without saying goodbye." Vincent raised his head and said calmly.At this moment, the tip of his hair was still dripping with water, and along his shiny black hair, it slid into Vincent's collarbone, and sank into the gap between the chest and the skirt.

Vincent has always been good-looking, and he knew it from the time Caesarline lay on the carpet of the mage tower and looked up at Vincent.

But now Caesarline was standing, condescendingly looking down at Vincent sitting on the bed, and felt that Vincent at the moment was a different kind of good-looking.

Caesarion obeyed his inner desire. He approached Vincent, put his arms around Vincent's waist, and buried his face in the black-haired mage's abdomen, which still had moisture and a faint fragrance, without saying a word.

Although Vincent said that he would not leave without saying goodbye, Caesarline, who was Vincent's former apprentice, knew very well that this did not mean that Vincent would not leave without saying goodbye.

——It's not that Vincent didn't take him to do this before.

But Caesarline also knew where his advantage was, so he hugged Vincent's waist calmly.

Vincent helplessly put his hand on Caesarline's messy hair just after getting up, and combed him with his fingers: "You are already the emperor of the empire, so you can't act like a spoiled child to me anymore. By your subordinates, Or maybe your enemy saw it, but it's hard to explain."

"But even if I act like a baby to you, I don't look like an emperor at all, I am still Caesarline in your heart, and this will not change." Although Caesarline buried his head on Vincent's stomach, he The pleasant voice still came to Vincent's ears clearly.

"..." Vincent didn't reply, he just combed Caesarion's blond hair with his fingers, letting the silky hair flow through his fingers.

It wasn't until Vincent combed the messy hair smoothly that he slowly said, "It's dangerous for you to think so, Caesarlane." Vincent's voice was a little cold, and he lowered his eyelids, looking at Li Caesarion at his waist.

If Caesarion raised his head at this time, he would probably be able to see Vincent's rare dazed and strange expression.

Vincent's expression quickly subsided, returning to his usual gentle and calm expression.His fingers slid onto Caesarion's earlobe hidden under the long hair like a waterfall, and then gently squeezed it.

"——!" Caesarion shook his body, raised his head with a blushing face, and got up from Vincent.The earlobe is Caesarline's weakness, and Vincent only found out about it by chance.

Facing the weeping face of the blond emperor, Vincent said without changing his expression: "Ludwig I also said similar things to me. But you know the final outcome. Even if I can treat you as usual He, treat him as a close friend, but after all, he can't treat me as usual."

Vincent knew that always bringing up another subtle person in front of someone he liked was asking for trouble, but Vincent had already suffered a severe fall in this regard.

Once bitten by a snake for ten years and afraid of well ropes, Vincent didn't care no matter how many patches he applied in advance so that he could stay safely in the mage's tower.

If Caesarion is so willing to give up, it might not be a bad thing.

It is a good thing for Vincent, for Caesarline, for Sewell, and for the human empire.

"I don't like that you always compare me with that man, Vincent." Caesarline said displeasedly. Although he no longer put his arms around Vincent's waist, Caesarline's hands were already wrapped around him. Vincent's shoulder.

"I will definitely let you see that I am completely different from that stupid fellow Ludwig I." Caesarline swore in such a low voice.

Vincent let out a casual "oh", thinking about what to do next in the capital.

Now that the magic circle that restrained him has been dismantled by Caesarline, Vincent can go back whenever he wants.

Now Caesarline is very interested in him, and it is the right thing to do when he loses interest before leaving.

People are always brooding over things that could have belonged to them.

And with Caesarline as Vincent's backer, he can do anything with half the effort.

Just when Vincent was thinking about how to maximize the benefits of this sudden accident, what Caesarline said next greatly exceeded Vincent's expectations.

"Speaking of Vincent... you should know? In the mountains in the south, adventurers discovered a new underground palace ruins. According to research, it may be the ruins left by the war between gods and demons thousands of years ago." Caesarion threw The bait released was full of weight, making Vincent look up at the blond emperor.

Caesarline naturally noticed Vincent's gaze, but he didn't look back, but used his fingertips to wipe away the drops of water that fell into Vincent's chest.

"The Mage Tower and the Mage Association have already begun to arrange the ruins of the underground palace. If all goes well, it will be a great help to the Mage, to human beings, and to the entire empire."

"Do you want to go, Vincent?" Caesarline finally raised his eyes to meet Vincent's pure black pupils when he asked this sentence.

Caesarline, who used to be a sorcerer's apprentice, naturally knew what a new underground palace ruin meant to the hairlines.

Like delicacies from mountains and seas in front of hungry gourmets, like peerless beauties posing in front of impatient ghosts, no mage can escape such a temptation.

Caesarline also believed that even if he didn't tell the news, according to Vincent's ability and charm, the reappearance of the underground palace would reach Vincent's ears.

Just like the two mages who Caesarline took Vincent away from them at the banquet.Caesarline recognized them, but he never thought about whether Vincent would have deeper entanglements with these two prominent mages.

But so what?The one who has the deepest relationship with Vincent is Caesarline, and it will only be him.

When Vincent heard Caesarline's invitation, he immediately connected with the fragments that Wendekin and Mural said before.

No wonder the Mage Tower and the Mage Association sent them to participate in the ceremony. It seems that Caesarline does hold a lot of cards in his hand.

In all fairness, if it were Vincent, he would be somewhat tempted.

And this bargaining chip that should have been held in the palm of Caesarline's hands, laughing at the mage tower and the mage association's submission for the good things leaked from Caesarline, was unexpectedly presented to Vincent by Caesarline without reservation.

Caesarline's invitation didn't even come with any additional conditions. Vincent didn't think that Caesarline would be such a reckless person, and he didn't believe that Caesarline would be such a character who didn't expect anything in return.

——That can only show that what Caesarion is looking for is a greater reward than the ruins of the underground palace, such as Vincent himself.

It's really ironic.

If it were other traversers, no matter they had read this book, or they were raiders with some system, they would probably have gathered around Caesarlane long ago to increase his favorability.

It's not like Vincent, who not only doesn't want to accept Caesarion's courtship, but also doesn't want to get into the muddy water of Caesarion from the bottom of his heart.

But now, Caesarlane is obviously doing this to win Vincent's favor. If there were raiders and traversers present, he would probably be so envious that he would bite his handkerchief.

Unfortunately, only Vincent and Caesarline were present.

And one of the parties involved was staring intently at his sweetheart, waiting for Vincent's reply.

Caesarline knew that the possibility of Vincent's refusal was very small, but people in love always worry about gains and losses, not to mention Vincent's indifferent and lazy temperament, which is completely different from ordinary mages. An invitation is not out of the question.

His calm and calm always seemed to disappear in front of Vincent.It's not that Caesarline didn't notice this, but he still happily faced himself like this.

Because the other party is Vincent, he deserves to be treated with all the sincerity of Caesarline.

"Hmm..." Vincent did hesitate.As a mage, an underground palace ruin is indeed an irresistible temptation.Leaving aside the treasures inside, what Vincent wants more is related documents and slates.

It's really troublesome. This kind of instinct to seek more unknown knowledge is the reason why Vincent wants to become a real salted fish, but he can't do it anyway.

"I want to go, can I?" Vincent finally answered Caesarion.

After getting the reply he wanted, Caesarion was calm on the surface, but his nervously beating heart quietly returned to its original frequency.

"That's really great. Whether it's for the research on the remains of the underground palace or for the human empire, it's great news." Caesarion said sincerely.

Caesarlane, who had been an apprentice in his mage tower, was very clear about the breadth and depth of Vincent's knowledge.Be it public or private, Caesarline hopes that Vincent can accept this invitation.

And Vincent agreed as he wished.

Caesarline smiled. He put down the boulder in his heart, and said to Vincent briskly, "Then it's time to start preparing. The tents, dry food, and equipment you want to go to the underground palace..." Caesarline was thinking while talking He said, "You have to have servants who take care of your daily life. Otherwise, I'm really worried that you will take care of yourself worse and worse."

Vincent couldn't help retorting aloud when he heard the words: "I haven't lost my limbs to that extent?"

Caesarline laughed. He held Vincent's relatively cool hand with his warm palm, and his deep magnetic voice was more touching because it was full of affection: "But I want to make your life more comfortable. , just treat it as my little selfishness, okay?"

Vincent really couldn't bear this kind of straight ball, he stopped for a moment, moved his eyes away, and stopped looking at Caesarline's ice-coloured eyes that were soaked with love and were moist and bright.

In fact, it is useless to bring servants, after all, if you successfully enter the depths of the ruins of the underground palace, then those servants who have no ability to protect themselves will only become a burden to Vincent.

Caesarline naturally knew this too, and he added: "Don't worry, I won't be a monarch who sends my own people to die. When they send you outside, other people will naturally take care of you."

"I have a humanoid familiar, he can take care of me." Vincent finally said.

At the banquet, Vincent asked Daniel to leave first, and Caesarline has not asked Vincent Daniel's whereabouts until now.

But anyone who has heard the rumors about Master Hyperion knows that this famous and weird mage has long created a humanoid familiar with self-awareness.

Caesarline didn't say anything, but it didn't mean that Vincent could ignore Daniel.

"I know it's the attendant named Daniel." Caesarion's expression remained unchanged. He picked up the pot that was magically kept at a constant temperature from one side, and poured a glass of water for Vincent.

The warm water moistened Vincent's thirsty throat. He held the cup and looked at Caesarion, waiting for his next words.

"He can take care of you, does it have anything to do with me wanting to take care of you?" Caesarline took the water glass from Vincent's hand very naturally after waiting for Vincent to finish drinking, and placed it beside the bed mahogany table.

"It really doesn't matter." Vincent smiled helplessly, and started to ask another question: "Then what's the departure time?"

"Five days later." Vincent was slightly startled when he heard the time Caesarline said, and realized that this time was much faster than he estimated.

I am afraid that under the rule of Caesarion, the operation and execution capabilities of the capital have improved a lot.

If it is carried out with other countries and races, this speed may give Caesarion a very advantageous position.

Vincent, who was thinking about the meaning of the time reported by Caesarline in his heart, did not expect that, according to what Caesarline said now, he deliberately reported more than five days.

If he gives an order, all the necessary materials can be prepared within two days at the fastest and three days at the slowest.

The reason why Caesarion wanted to change the three days he said to five days was because of his little selfishness: he still wanted to stay with Vincent for a while, even if it was only a short two days.

"Then I should get ready." Vincent thought for a while, and then asked: "Can I go shopping in the street? After all, there are some things that I should buy myself."

"Of course, you are not my prisoner. You can go wherever you want." Caesarion said hurriedly, as if thinking of something, he said quickly: "I will let my most trusted deputy accompany you Yes—if you say he is familiar with King Roland, he is one of the best!"