Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

The topic of "not old songs" is here to stop. Vincent briefly mentioned some other uses and conveniences of Timowang. Some opinions can only be briefly touched upon, and the Wendekin family's mansion has already arrived. .

Wen Dejin Bober's mansion is located in the outer ring of the capital, but it has a wide view, and it is very convenient to start from the mansion to any prosperous place in the capital.

The vast mansion is classified by Vincent as a European style, whether it is the pointed and long roof, the taupe walls carved with patterns, or the green vines winding and climbing outside the wall , undoubtedly does not show the age of this mansion and its gorgeousness and delicacy.

The magic carriage drove Vincent and the others all the way towards the iron gates that were open to both sides. The distance from the main road to the iron gates alone took the carriage about ten minutes, which was enough to show the profound heritage of the Wendekin family.

When the magic carriage finally stopped at the main entrance of the mansion, Vincent and the others had already passed several similar buildings.

These buildings are very tall and elegant, and they also clearly show the strength of the Wen Dejin family.

There was no sign that the magic carriage was going to stop before. When Vincent looked at Wen Dejin suspiciously, Wen Dejin said understandingly: "Those buildings are not the main house, and we have to go a certain distance inside."

Oh, as expected of a mage from a big family, he really has a mansion.

Vincent sighed inwardly.

When the magic carriage finally stopped, Vincent secretly heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that he had been sitting for a long time.

Weilandon got off the carriage first, and then stretched out his hand to Vincent: "It's a bit high here, Mr. Vincent, please be careful."

From Vincent's point of view, Vilandon smiled softly—it seemed that since Vincent met Vilandon, the blond-haired, blue-eyed knight commander seldom showed negative expressions.

Verandon usually smiled at Vincent in various ways.

But it is undeniable that even if Vincent knew that this was just a courtesy of Wilandon, he couldn't help but develop a good impression of him.

After all, who would hate a handsome knight who is gentle and considerate and smiles at you?

The hand that Vilandon stretched out to Vincent spread out in the air, and the strong and slender fingers shone like jade under the sunlight.Vilanden's blue eyes were gazing at Vincent against the golden light, and the corners of his lips slightly curled up were as warm as the blond hair floating on his forehead and cheeks.

Vincent hesitated, but still put his hand into Willandon's.

Vincent's hands were much colder than those of Wilandon, perhaps due to the coldness of his own body, and even advanced magic could not fundamentally change his physique.

Weilandon clenched the hand in his palm, and while helping Vincent off the carriage, the other free hand was slightly raised, ready to support Vincent's body at any time.

However, Vincent just used his strength to step down from the magic carriage, and didn't give Vilandon's other hand a chance to 'save the beauty'.

Vincent stood beside the blond knight, looked up at the tall building standing in front of him, and expressed emotion: "As expected of the Bobber family, the mansion is really luxurious."

Wen Dejin also got off the magic carriage, but as the owner, he turned his head and said a few words to the driver sitting in front of the carriage, as if he had ordered something, the driver nodded and drove the magic carriage without horses , heading to the other side of the road.

Wen Dejin heard Vincent's emotion, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He proudly puffed out his chest, and quickly stepped forward to occupy another vacant space beside Vincent, then coughed a few times and began to guide Vincent: "Come this way, Vincent."

As Wen Dejin said, he took the lead to step up the stairs that were as crystal clear as white jade, and came to the gray-black thick and simple door of the mansion.

There was no need to knock or push the door. Wen Dejin just stood at the door for a while, and the intricately patterned door opened automatically, revealing the gorgeous and comfortable inner room to the owner of the mansion and his distinguished guests.

"Come in!" Wen Dejin grabbed Vincent's wrist and pulled him into the room.

Wen Dejin has always wanted to invite Vincent to his home since he was a student!

Ever since he saw the black-haired apprentice sitting by the window quietly reading a book at the Master Academy, and since Wendekin quietly observed Vincent's frugality and work-study program, Wendekin has always wanted to find opportunities to become Vincent friend,

Then, like every friend would do, invite people to your home, have a tea party together, exchange ideas, chat, and learn magic together...

Now that he can finally get his wish, why can't Wen Dejin be excited?

Even now that he has grown up, he still maintains the original wish in his heart, not to mention Vincent's sudden departure has become an obsession in his heart, and now is the opportunity to fulfill his wish and eliminate his obsession.

It's not that Vincent didn't fail to notice Wen Dejin's excitement. He was pulled into the mansion by the red-haired mage who raised his head by a head, and in a hurry, he only had time to give Weilandon an apologetic look.

Wendekin's mansion is full of the style of this vigorous and vigorous mage, but even so, the portrait hanging on the beige wall in the corridor also shows how glorious and long-standing the Wendekin family is.

"These are the patriarchs of the past." Wen Dejin saw that Vincent's eyes swept over the portraits with proud and serious expressions, and finally stopped on a portrait of a woman, and explained: "This woman is my great-grandmother."

The portrait Wendekin was talking about was a woman with graying hair but an old face.This woman has a pair of eyes that are as warm and bright as flames, and her lips are as bright red as a rose. She is wearing a dark blue dress with a white lace cape on her shoulders, and an egg the size of an egg is hanging on her chest. A pendant that looks both beautiful and awe-inspiring.

"It's a very beautiful and outstanding woman." Vincent admired, but his eyes fell on the attendant on the portrait who was holding the corner of the skirt.

It was an orc.

Vincent, who has lived with orcs and demihumans for decades, can almost instantly tell that this orc is a dog-shaped orc.

Vincent was not surprised. After all, in this world, there has been a tradition of using orcs or half-breed demihumans as slaves since a long time ago.

Sure enough, there is still a long way to go.

While thinking in his mind, Vincent continued to follow Wen Dejin.

Vilandon followed Vincent more like a bodyguard than a distinguished guest.

It was probably fulfilling what he said before, "Today I will be His Excellency Vincent's bodyguard".

"Ah, the attendant next to the portrait just now." Seeing that Vincent seemed very interested, Wen Dejin thought for a while and added: "The attendant grew up with my great-grandmother, and it is said that he has a relationship with my great-grandmother. It’s very profound. After my great-grandmother became the patriarch, she overcame all opinions and got him out of slavery, and she was even made an earl because she saved the emperor’s life on the battlefield.”

Wen Dejin didn't feel ashamed when she said it, but said with emotion: "Great-grandmother's heart and mind are indeed very broad and great. I always remember her old man's teachings in my heart."

"——The most deceptive things in this world are prejudice and arrogance. Only the purest heart can reach the most beautiful peak." Wen Dejin read this sentence, which was exactly what his great-grandmother, that outstanding woman said.

"She is really a great woman. I wonder if I can see her grace with my own eyes?" Vincent can imagine the high vision and broad-mindedness of this female mage just by listening to Wen Dejin's report. wide.

Hearing what Vincent said, Wen Dejin nodded proudly: "Great-grandmother Shirley is indeed a very good mage, but she died of old age when I was young."

"That's such a pity."

Vincent felt sorry from the bottom of his heart.

Wen Dejin continued to introduce some other patriarchs to Vincent, but none of them were as deep as the impression that Master Shirley left on Vincent.

On the contrary, Wei Landon listened to Wen Dejin's introduction, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

They followed this corridor until they came into the bright hall.

Although it is a hall, it has a wide space that can accommodate hundreds of people. Looking up, it is a translucent ceiling covered with white mist and clouds. The warm sunlight shines through the soft white clouds and scatter on the blankets covering the ground. superior.

Those blankets are also pure white, clean as if there is no stray fur, and when you step on them with shoes, you can feel the thick and soft touch when the soles of the boots rub against the fur.

"Please sit down." Wen Dejin waved his hand, and the benches that had been quietly placed in the hall floated up as if ordered, and fell behind Vincent and Vilandon, as if waiting for them to sit down .

Vincent sat down. This bench is not hard, and it is covered with fur that seems to be some kind of monster. It is soft and fluffy, no worse than the beanbag sofa that Vincent made.

As soon as he sat down, Vincent's body sank into the back of the sofa, and he let out a long breath in his heart.

After Vincent and Wilandon sat down, Wen Dejin also sat in his chair and put his hand on the armrest of the chair.

When the host and the distinguished guests were all seated, the chairs flew into the air together with the table and the carpet.

Their positions continued to rise until they sank into the ceiling of floating clouds.

Perhaps it should not be said to be the ceiling, because Vincent saw the clouds appearing at hand as they rose.

When the tables and chairs stopped floating and stopped, Vincent watched the surrounding scenery with great interest.

It was as if they had really come to the sky, surrounded by the blue sky in all directions, and occasionally a few cottony clouds floated to Vincent's hands, and then they rubbed against his ankles and arms intimately.

Looking further down is the hall that seems to be unobstructed by clouds and white mist, but the originally spacious and spacious hall is as small as a building block when viewed from this angle.

As expected of a mage family, just such handwriting is enough to get a glimpse of their background.

It's different from a mage like Vincent who came from a small village and broke through with his own strength.