Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

But that doesn't mean Vincent is afraid of war.

He just hates to invade and ravage other countries for profit, but if Vincent's power is really needed, Vincent will never evade his responsibilities.

Vincent got a lot of information from the conversation with Wen Dejin, and this time the trip was very fruitful.

Now that the conversation with Wen Dejin is over, Weilandon cannot be allowed to sleep for too long, otherwise this keen knight will definitely find something is wrong.

But before waking Vilandon, Vincent had another thing to do.

"Wendekin, can Daniel stay with you for a while?" Vincent looked at Wendekin, looking into Wendejin's bright red eyes, and asked.

"Yes, yes, but are you sure your familiar is willing to leave the master behind and come to me?" Wen Dejin asked slightly, raising his eyebrows.

"Your Excellency?" Daniel heard Vincent say this, and looked over at a loss. His handsome face showed a trace of reluctance and grievance. It was hard to imagine that the person who could make such a subtle expression change would be Alchemy creation.

"After all, it's inconvenient for you to go where I'm staying now." Vincent shook his head, and continued: "And you also need to prepare for the next meeting. Wen Dejin, can you do it here?"

"I don't have a problem here. It would be better if you lived here, Vincent." Wen Dejin said regretfully.

It seems that there is no chance for Vincent to stay overnight today, but it doesn't matter, Wen Dekin believes that sooner or later there will be a chance.

"...If this is your expectation, Your Excellency, I understand." Daniel's pupils were filled with inexplicable emotions, and he nodded to show that he already knew it, so he stopped talking.

Vincent exhaled, and then let Wen Dejin put them down from the top of the mage tower.

As if falling from a high place, the sky in Vincent's sight changed rapidly, but the area where they were sitting was still calm and quiet, and Vincent's robe and sleeves did not tremble.

The whistling wind surrounded them, forming a semicircle as if they were avoiding something.

After a while, they returned to the flat ground covered with soft carpets from a height of ten thousand feet.

Unlike the endless blue sky they saw in the sky, the sun was setting at the moment, and the orange light was projected from the west wall, covering Vincent's side face with a layer of amber luster.

"The sunset is so beautiful." Vincent turned his head to the west wall, or it shouldn't be the wall, after all, no one's wall is transparent.It was as if the entire wall had been hollowed out and replaced with huge glass.

But the glass in this world has not been manufactured. What replaces the status of glass is the magic crystal with higher visibility.

And such a whole piece of magic crystal that is transparent to this point is also very rare.

"I also like the scenery seen from here. These scenery can always make people see their own insignificance and the world's vastness." Wen Dejin stood up, walked to Vincent's side, and watched the red round together with him. The sun sinks slowly into the distant valley under the background of uniformly colored clouds.

"Such a beautiful view, you can't actually let your Excellency fall asleep." Vincent chuckled, and looked at Vilandon whose cheeks seemed to be a little flushed under the sunset, and snapped his fingers lightly.

There was an inaudible sound as if something was being sprinkled with powdered sugar, and Weilandon's body moved. After a while, he opened the blank and sleepy blue eyes.

"This is me...?" Vilandon felt dizzy. He pressed his throbbing forehead, took a deep breath, and used his will to force himself to wake up.

"You fell asleep drunk. It seems that our home-brewed wine is too mellow." Wen Dejin glanced at Vincent, and then took the conversation.

"This is really rude." Vilandon rolled his eyes. He was confident that his drinking power would never be poured, but there was no point in pursuing this at the moment.

Vilandon looked at Vincent and found that Vincent was intact and there were no traces of fighting left on his body, so he was relieved in his heart.

"I don't know if the things you two want to talk about are over?" Willandon asked.

"It's over, but do you want to go back now?" Vincent sat on the chair without moving, his eyes were still looking at the direction of the setting sun, and he sighed regretfully as if he couldn't bear the beautiful scenery.

"Sorry, Your Excellency Vincent, if you don't go back too late, I'm afraid they will come out to find you in a hurry." Weilanden replied with a wry smile. He originally wanted to take Vincent to see the Griffon Knights. Station, but I'm afraid there is no time now.

"I see." Vincent pursed his lips. He stood up from the comfortable and soft chair, and after greeting Wen Dejin, Wen Dejin sent them to the door.

Outside the mansion, Vilandon refused Wendekin's request to send them away. He turned the golden bracelet on his right wrist, and the sapphire inlaid on it gave off a faint light. After a while, a man appeared from the sky. The small black dot grew bigger and closer, until Fiona the Griffon gracefully landed on the ground, and Vilandon smiled and stretched out his hand towards Vincent: "Go, Your Excellency Vincent. "

Vincent is used to the movement of Willandon holding him, and if no one pulls him, Vincent might really not be able to climb up.

There are things that people can do, and there are things that they can't do, and the things that can't be done should be handed over to experts obediently.

While making excuses for his poor skill, Vincent sat on the back of the griffin with the strength of Vilandon.

When the figures of Vincent and Vilandon hung in the air, and then flew towards the already blue and violet sky, Daniel, who had disappeared, reappeared beside Wen Dejin, watching Vincent leave. Direction, staring for a long time.

Vincent grabbed the hard mane on the back of the griffin. At this moment when night fell, the wind blowing on his cheeks was no longer as warm and warm as it was during the day.

There are already several curls of white smoke floating in the city under your feet, it should be that people returning home are cooking and enjoying dinner.

Vincent had a cold physique, and the wind made his hand holding the Griffin's mane feel a little cold.

However, this was at the expense of temperature for the sake of speed. If it were any other Griffin Rider, he would not be blown by the wind like Vincent, and his body would not be so cold.

It was like Vilandon, who was sitting behind Vincent like a furnace, exuding heat.

"Are you cold?" Vilandon felt the coolness coming from the black-haired mage in front, and asked Vincent worriedly.

"It's okay. How long will it take to get to the palace?" Vincent misses Caesarline at this time. As the son of destiny, Caesarline is also very talented in this area. His body is warm in winter and cool in summer. When he hugs him to sleep Very comfortable.

Especially for Vincent, who is afraid of the cold in winter and whose body is prone to cold, but who likes to step on the carpet with bare feet, Caesarline is a hot water bottle that is more useful than any magic.

"There's still a while." Weilandon frowned slightly, clamping his legs around the lower abdomen of the griffin.

Originally, they were flying straight towards the royal city, but after Vilandon gave this command, Fiona the Griffin changed direction and flew directly below.

"Huh?" Vincent realized that the direction was wrong. He looked back suspiciously, but what he got was a hug from Weilandon who leaned forward because of his descent: "Please hold on tight, we will stay below to rest for a while."

As soon as Weilandon's words landed, the speed of the griffin's descent accelerated, and Vincent's body also lowered along the inertia, almost his chest was attached to the furry back of the griffin.

It wasn't until the griffin lightly landed on the roof of a high tower with a soft pad that Vincent sat up again.

Although the sunset seen at Wen Dejin's mansion has sunk into the valley, but in the royal city, you can still see half of the sun that has not been completely swallowed.

From Vincent's perspective, he could see the setting sun embracing this white city, shaking its light like coaxing a beloved child.

The warm orange light fell on Vincent's cheeks and body, gradually warming up his cold hands and wrists.

"Did you know that there is a romantic legend in the king." Weilandon looked at Vincent in his arms, and said these words by accident.

"What is it?" Vincent was immersing himself in the uncanny workmanship of nature, and did not notice how struggling and strange the expression on Weilandon's back was.

"Actually, it's just a worthless legend circulating among young people." Willandon's voice became softer and softer, so soft that only he and Vincent could hear it.

"If you stand at the highest place and look at the starry sky with your loved one, if they are a match made in heaven, there will be a child of the star descending from the night sky to send blessings to them." Heard it from the mouths of those newcomers who have just been selected into the knight order.

Verandon has always sneered at such unfounded legends that are just for romance, and even thought that this was probably fabricated by some poor-pocketed young man in order to give the girl he loves a romance.

If you are financially capable, there are plenty of suitable and romantic gifts that can be given out in the capital. If you have money, you would have already bought them and dedicated them to the girl you love.

But for some reason, there are many passionate couples who believe in this legend, and some married couples also listen to the rumor. For a while, the tall buildings in the capital were full of people watching the stars, and Vilandon had to work overtime to maintain order. Prevent some over-excited youngsters from falling from tall buildings.

But Weilandon never expected that one day he would tell this legend to others.

And the other party is also his good friend and the monarch's sweetheart.