Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

Fiona the Griffon bent her hind legs, then bounced vigorously, spread her powerful wings on both sides of her body, and flew towards the blue and cloudless sky.

Vincent and Vilandon drove the figure of the griffin to fly high above the city, and the buildings under their feet were placed in the sand table like cake pieces, which looked delicious.

The street where the mage association is located is not far from the palace, because there are mages all over there, and the griffins don't need to avoid ordinary people and land in remote places.

But even so, it is very rare for members of the Griffon Knights to come to the gathering place of the mages.

What's more, the vigorous griffin that landed on the street belongs to the leader of the Griffon Knights and the confidant of His Majesty the Emperor--His Excellency Weilanden's battle pet.

When Vilandon and Vincent appeared on this street, the mages who were bargaining, or arguing about researching fallacies all kept their voices quiet for a moment. It took a while to recover.

The mages glanced over Vilandon and his griffin without a trace, and then fell on the black-haired young man who was carefully helped down by him.

The robe he was wearing was undoubtedly a mage.

The black-haired mage is not tall, with a fair complexion, but his face is pretty, but he looks very young, probably not more than 30 years old.But mages will not make judgments so easily based on appearance alone. The stronger the mage's body, the more youthful he can stay.

It is not uncommon for the head of the Griffon Knights and a mage to appear here. What is strange is which mage is so noble that Weilandon personally escorts them.

But the mages were also more aware of what is enough and enough was enough. They continued to do what they were doing, but their eyes were hidden behind Vincent and Vilandon, and they didn't look back until they walked into the gate of the mage association.

Weilandon naturally noticed those secretive gazes. For the head of the Griffon Knights with keen senses, he couldn't help but straighten his back and put his hands on his waist. If there is any situation, Weilandon can use Pull the sword out of the scabbard at the fastest speed and cut down the enemy.

Vincent allowed Weilandon to remain invisible on the surface, but his actions were carefully protecting himself.

He looked at the familiar decoration of the Mage Association with some nostalgia, the thick wooden floor, the bulletin board full of announcements, and the small round tables placed in twos and threes in the hall, all of them were the Mage Association familiar to Vincent.

He walked to the innermost place with strides, where there was a dark wooden table half the height of a person, but there was no one behind it.

Vincent lightly ran his fingers across the smooth surface of the table, and then tapped on a wooden knot on it.

"Why is the barrier set up here still the one I set up before..." Vincent sighed, "It's easy to be invaded like this, Mural."

Vincent withdrew his hand, turned his head to Mural who appeared along with the magic fluctuation, and a large group of mages behind him with dark faces and weapons in their hands.

"Vincent—do you still have the face to step into the gate of the Mage Association!" One of them recognized Vincent, he frowned and shouted angrily, aiming the dark brown staff at Vincent.

"You who have been expelled, what do you want to do here now?" Another mage was calmer, but it seemed that Vincent's influence was too great. He looked pale and asked while holding his staff tightly. .

"Don't think that if His Majesty Caesarion is so kind, we will beg you. The Mage Association and Your Excellency Mural will not bow to you!" The even more explosive mage also growled.

"Everyone, calm down." Mural raised his hand to stop the mages from making noise. He looked straight at Vincent and said softly, "Your Excellency Vincent...it is our honor to have you come to the Mage Association." .Is there anything I can do for you?"

Mural completely ignored the expressions of the mages behind him whose eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets, but quietly expressed his attitude with words and deeds: "The attitude and behavior of the Mage Association, and I, towards you were fallacious, I hope His Excellency Vincent can forgive us for our mistakes."

Mural said, and bowed to Vincent again.

Vilandon narrowed his eyes, feeling a little displeased.He had heard about the discord between Vincent and the Mages Association, but Mural's behavior made the politically sensitive head of the Knights feel uneasy.

——Apologizing to Vincent in front of so many people is simply moral kidnapping?

It seems to be saying, look, I have lowered my body and apologized to you, if you don't accept it, you are too small-minded.

Vilandon's posture shifted to arms folded, ready: if Vincent decided to turn around and leave, he would immediately summon Fiona the Griffin to fly in and take them both away.

Facing Mural's expectant eyes, Vincent knew that this young man really just wanted to apologize to him and gain his understanding.

And if Vincent didn't make it clear whether to accept or not, Mural would probably always remember it.

If Vincent had been more malicious and kept procrastinating without giving Mural a definite answer, it would probably make this straightforward and clear-minded young man feel regretful and unstable for the rest of his life.

Even if he told Muir the truth that Vincent really didn't care, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to accept it.

"If you really want to express your apology..." Vincent sighed helplessly, snapped his fingers, and a piece of paper filled with writing floated into his palm: "The materials on this, please help me Find them all, okay?"

"Of course—!" Mural's eyes lit up, and he solemnly put the piece of paper into his hand as if he had found a treasure, and nodded vigorously. The fanatical and happy expression made Vilandon rub himself. Arm: "I will live up to my trust! I will do my best for you!"

Seeing Mural's behavior, the mages who thought they were trying to find a way for the Mage Association couldn't help thinking deeply about Mural's initiative: Even if His Majesty Caesarlane ordered Vincent's name to be removed After getting off the blacklist and adding a lot of titles, Mural is too enthusiastic about Vincent?

However, Mural, the next leader of the Masters Association, was so humble and begged to reconcile with Vincent, they couldn't destroy Mural's efforts.

But still very unwilling!Vincent, who could only sadly leave the capital a few years ago, now returns with the head of the Knights who is second only to His Majesty the Emperor.

And the next president of the Masters Association had no choice but to raise a smile and try to find an opportunity to be courteous and reconcile with Vincent.

The mages with a slightly keener sense of smell already had a premonition that Vincent's return might cause a storm in the capital.

"Is that all?" Mural glanced at the list of materials that Vincent handed over, opened his eyes in disbelief and hurriedly said: "Your Excellency, are you sure you did not give the wrong one? Each of these materials and props is It's very common..."

Mural's implication is that Vincent can open his mouth a little wider than the lion.

Mural had already prepared more advanced and expensive materials and props for Vincent.

"This is what I need. Although it is very common, it is very troublesome to gather all of them in such a few days." Vincent scratched his black hair, "The place with the most complete materials and props is only Here it is."

Vincent looked gently at the sad-haired young man with a disappointed expression, and continued, "Can I ask you?"

"Of course there is no problem!" Mural returned to his senses and said quickly. He straightened his back solemnly and said solemnly, "I will definitely prepare it for you!"

After a pause, Mural asked embarrassingly: "It's just that after the collection here, where will it be delivered to you?"

Mural looked at Vincent with bright eyes, wanting to know the exact location of Vincent now.

Vilandon knew at a glance what Mural's idea was. He hadn't planned to intervene, but Mural's intention made him a little unhappy: "Just send it to the Griffin Knights, and I will replace it for you." Vincent received it. I will send it to you together when the time comes, and I won’t trouble you, Vincent, to make another trip.”

Murat frowned, and looked at Vilandon seriously for the first time.

With Vincent in front of him, Vilanden didn't pay attention after Mural glanced at him.

And now the words of Vilandon made Mural's heart ring with alarm: "Your Excellency Vincent, could it be that you are..." Are you staying in the Griffon Knights?

——What is the relationship between Vilandon and His Excellency Vincent? !

Are they already close enough to live together? !

Mural's mind was suddenly flooded by these thoughts, and his expression turned pale.

Vincent tilted his head, not quite understanding why Mural's expression suddenly changed.

However, there is some truth in what Ervilandon said. It is impossible for Vincent to let Mural send things to the palace. Even if he could, Vincent would not let Mural do so.

Then you can only use other ways.

"Well... In short, I will do as Weilandon said first, please. I will go to the Wendekin family's mansion next, so I won't bother you for now."

Vincent nodded to the mages who were looking at him inexplicably, and motioned Vilandon to go out with him.

Vilandon followed Vincent, staying behind after hearing Vincent's last words, his face was like Mural and other mages who had been splashed with colorful paint.

(Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo L L L K L ) His teeth clenched tightly You can almost hear the creaking sound when you bite into the rear slot.

And the mages who witnessed this purpose thought even more strangely: Why is the experience of His Excellency Vincent Hyperion so similar to a popular novel on the market?Frustrated at a young age, he was expelled from the Mage Association and expelled from the royal capital, but in the end he returned to the top and returned with glory.Now Vincent not only makes the successors of the Mage Association bow to him, but even Wen Dejin of the Mage Tower will not let him go?

Reminiscent of the protagonist’s experience of meeting gods and killing gods, meeting ghosts and killing ghosts in the novels, these mages with rich imaginations and who have been poisoned by popular popular novels shuddered, and immediately cleared away their hostility and resentment towards Vincent. clean.

(Go all the way, Your Excellency Wen Dejin——) The mages who have decided the ending for Wen Dejin in their hearts, Tusihu sadly prayed for the red-haired mage.

"Is that all right?" Vilandon followed Vincent out of the building of the Mages Association. The warm sunlight covered their shoulders and danced on Vilandon's blond hair and Vincent's robe.

"Huh? What are you referring to?" Vincent sat straddling the Griffon's back. Hearing Weilandon's question, he didn't realize what the knight commander was referring to for a while.

"I'm talking about the Mage Association." Weilandon said patiently, "Even I have heard about the discord between you and the Mage Association, plus the revocation order issued by His Majesty Caesarion before you entered the capital. ...Your Excellency Vincent, don't you have no idea at all?" Willandon said eagerly.

"If you need my help, please don't hesitate to mention it." Vincent looked at Weilandon's face and confirmed that Weilandon might be trying to defend himself.

"No, that's fine." Vincent shook his head, "I don't care about it." The black-haired mage smiled wryly, "Although ordinary people may think this is a very bad thing, but It doesn't matter to me."

After all, being expelled from the Mage Association and expelled from the capital, and replaced by Vincent's previous life, is tantamount to being expelled from the top Capital University, and then not allowed to enter the capital again.

But Vincent's goal from the very beginning was the collection of the Mage Association's books, and his goal has been achieved, so he doesn't care much about the others.

But those who cared about him seemed dissatisfied.

"Because Vincent, you just told the truth, didn't you?" Willandon said disapprovingly, "If the wrong thing you did was not punished accordingly, who knows if you will do it again?"

"Aren't you still there?" Vincent smiled, "I think Caesarline has put pressure on them a lot, and this alone is enough to make them worry."

Vincent didn't have extra time to spend on this. He already knew that the mage who fished in troubled waters and took the opportunity to drive him away had already tasted what happened to Vincent back then. , the mage has been displaced, has suffered a lot, and will never be able to turn around for the rest of his life.

The culprit has already been punished, and Vincent has no intention of killing them all.

What's more, the Mage Association has given Vincent a lot of help, and Vincent still misses the past very much.

"You are really a magnanimous person." Vilandon said with emotion, he felt sorry for Vincent even more, and decided to take Vincent to relax after he finished his work.

"If you finish your work later, why don't you go shopping with me? I heard that there are quite a lot of novelty shops in the commercial street of Wangdu. Why don't you go there and find something to fill your stomach?"

"That would be great!" Vincent's eyes lit up, and he nodded in agreement.

"I remember a restaurant that specializes in pastries. I went there when I was a student. I don't know if it's still there..."

"Is that the Lawson's on the corner of the East City? It's still there. I used to eat there often when I was an apprentice knight!" Weilandon couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, this kind of sudden relationship with Vincent It felt good to have a connection, and it led him to continue chatting with Vincent on the subject.

The street they were going to was not far from the Mages Association. Vilandon asked Fiona the Griffin to fly back to the Knights' garrison first, and then walked there with Vincent.

"Where did Vincent usually go shopping when he was a student?" Vilandon looked at Vincent and looked around, revealing a nostalgic side face, and asked softly.

"At that time, I was just a lucky kid from the countryside. There were very few places I could go, probably only the library of the school, the library of the capital, and this small street." Vincent shrugged his shoulders and chuckled Said: "After all, I have a lot of money. Fortunately, the library is open to the students of the Master Academy, otherwise I would have to pay a large deposit."

"Ah, I remember this shop." When passing by a shop that made scrolls, Vincent glanced at it, then turned his head and said to Vilandon: "I used to work as a helper in this shop, drawing scrolls for them. Scroll, most of the idle funds are paid by the boss of this shop."

"I see." Vilandon looked at Vincent softly, and the past experiences that Vincent said made Vilandon feel that he was closer to Vincent.

Although he knew that his heart beating so fast at the moment was too inappropriate, but if people could control their heart and feelings so simply, there wouldn't be so many tragedies and contradictions in this world.

"It's really a revisit of the old place. Many places here have not changed." Vincent's eyes scanned the rows of houses on both sides, paused when he passed a dark alley, and then moved away.

Weilandon has been paying attention to Vincent, and he naturally noticed that Vincent's eyes stopped for a short time.

"Do you care about that street?" As a member of the capital, Willandon naturally knew what that street was.His blue eyes flashed slightly, and he asked softly.

"Isn't that street changed?" Vincent asked after stopping.

"Darkness is not so easy to dispel, Your Excellency. The light may be late, but it will never be absent." Vilandon stretched out his hand and patted Vincent's shoulder, "Your Majesty has already started preparations, and I believe that in the near future, This street will no longer exist."

"That would be great." Vincent didn't ask any further questions, and continued walking towards his destination.

That street used to be a street haunted by prostitutes, not only human women, but also orcs and demihumans who were lured and abducted here.

Vincent could save one, but he couldn't save them all.

In fact, when Vincent left the capital, he had already cleaned the street thoroughly, but this still didn't make the street completely disappear.

"This is also thanks to a mysterious person a few years ago. If he hadn't caused a scene here, I'm afraid we wouldn't have known that there was such a dirty place under the eyes of the king's capital." Verandon didn't notice Vincent's mood swings, he said with emotion.

"It's still the accumulated evil left by the previous term. We can only clean it up."

"I'm looking forward to the complete destruction of this street." Vincent responded. At this moment, the shadow of the sun was hanging high in the sky, and Vincent felt that the remaining chill on his body gradually dissipated with the sunlight.

All he could do was destroy this street before leaving the capital, and take away all the devastated women.

Vincent knew it was a palliative, not a cure, but it was the best he could do alone.

Vincent also wanted to discuss this matter with Ludwig, at least this kind of cancer should not last long, but he was imprisoned before he could tell Ludwig.

"By the way, why don't I invite you for lunch today. I happen to know a very delicious restaurant." Vilandon seemed to see that Vincent's mood was a little depressed, so he suggested.

"The desserts in that restaurant are delicious, please try it!" Facing the kindness of the knight commander, Vincent nodded, and followed Weilandon to the restaurant he mentioned.

The restaurant that Vilandon mentioned was something that Vincent had never eaten in Wangdu before. Although the store was relatively small, it was packed with people. Even Vilandon had to wait for a long time before he could sit down with Vincent.

"The tuna omelette here is delicious, and the grilled eel. I never knew eel, a dirty, fishy, ​​snake-like fish, could be so delicious." Willandon urges recommended.

When he saw the pictures and descriptions on the menu, Vincent raised his eyebrows, looked up and asked Vilandon, "Are these dishes very popular?"

"It's very popular, even if it's me, I have to wait until the table is finished before I can sit down." Weilandon shrugged and said helplessly.

"That's it." Vincent shifted his gaze to the waiter who came to order, the pricked ears and the elegantly wagging tail behind the black and white skirt all showed that the waiter was not human. But orcs or demihumans.

"What do you want to order? If it's our specialty, I suggest ordering a grilled eel and tuna omelet~" The girl with cat ears showed a sweet smile, looking full of energy.

"Then it's your store's specialty." Vincent said.

"Two tuna omelets and grilled eel, and two grape tarts for dessert." When Verandon spoke to this cat-eared girl, he did not have the arrogance of humans to orcs or demihumans at all, as if... …

Yes, it seems to be just a simple conversation between the customer and the waiter.

But Vincent knew that such a simple conversation would never have been seen before he left the capital.

Very good, this shows that Caesarline really thought seriously about the problems Vincent left him.

Vincent picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip. The mellow aroma of black tea entered his nose, which made him relax.

What is the difference between humans and aliens?

It seems that Caesarion has come to a conclusion.