Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

This is a secret love that can't be talked about.

Verandon knew it all.

He couldn't even come up with the idea of ​​competing with Caesarion.

The difference in status between Willandon and Caesarion is certainly a big problem, but more...

Weilandon knew that what he could give to Vincent was probably far less than what Caesarline could give to Vincent.

Moreover, Caesarline really likes Vincent. Before Weilandon knew that Vincent was also the goal of Caesarline, he had already discovered it through Caesarline's tireless training day and night. Ni Duan—Caesarline has a treasure in his heart that he is willing to sacrifice his life to protect.

Weilandon thought that he might not be able to use his affection to this extent, nor would he be able to come up with something better. What would he use to compete with Caesarion?

Weilandon knew that after today, he would pack up all the emotions he shouldn't have, return to the position of Caesarlane's most loyal servant and most trustworthy friend, and then wish Vincent that he could get happiness.

So only today, only this moment, Willandon wants to let go of those worries and worries, and obey his heart.

"Vincent—can I call you Vincent?" Willandon wanted to bite off his tongue as soon as he opened his mouth. He obviously wanted to be more elegant and humorous, but who knew that the words would become Such a boring question.

"You can call me that, but it's better to call me that." Vincent glanced away from the beautiful sunset and replied.

"After all, people always call 'Your Excellency', 'You' and the like. I really feel goosebumps on my arms. If you are willing to call me Vincent, I will be happier." Vincent grumbled, winking at Willandon.

Weilandon liked Vincent's attitude towards him very much, with some intimacy, yes, like a friend.

like friends.

Vilandon's stomach felt as if a throat-burning sour water was pouring out of his mouth.

"If possible, would you like to watch the night sky with me later?" Vilandon rolled his throat, forcing the flame that was about to burn him into the depths of his body.

Weilandon is different from Caesarion's sharp and aggressive temperament, he is more restrained and cautious.

A character like Willandon is suitable for being tolerant of others, and he is best at using silent tenderness to make prey jump into his arms automatically.

But if he is asked to take the initiative to fight for, or even snatch something, it will make him at a loss.

As for Vincent's lazy and indifferent personality, unless Vilandon spends several years making Vincent realize that he cannot do without him and how important Vilandon is to him, he will just wink at the blind. Vincent only felt that Verandon was really a good guy.

"Tonight is the night of the full moon, and it is also the rare moment when you are the closest to this continent." Vilandon pointed to the silver moon at the end of his line of sight, facing the setting sun with only a little orange light at the top, and whispered .

"The viewing position here is the best. If you stretch out your hand, you may be able to touch the moon." After finishing speaking, Vilandon made a humorous joke.

Vincent looked in the direction Vilandon pointed, and indeed saw the bright moon that was already climbing slowly against the foothills.

The moon was big and round, completely different from the moons Vincent had seen in his previous life. The light emitted seemed to flow along the sunken arc of the mountain. This is the unique phenomenon of moons in this world—streaming light .

"Today is not the night of the full moon." Vincent looked at it carefully and said suddenly.

"Huh? Isn't it today?" Weilandon was a little surprised. He looked at the round moon, and puzzledly brushed away the golden hair that was blown to his cheeks by the wind: "But I see that the moon is very round?"

"I just counted the days, today is not, tomorrow is the night of the full moon." Vincent said.

As a well-known mage, Vincent's achievements in astronomy are unmatched.

He was just seeking the truth, but when Vincent heard Weilandon's muffled voice of apology behind him, Vincent still softened his heart for this handsome and conscientious knight.

"But I like today better than the night of the full moon." Vincent rubbed his nose and quickly remedied: "Although there are still some shortcomings, isn't life like this? It can be as perfect as the full moon It’s also kind of boring.”

After a pause, Vincent continued: "And I've also heard a saying. 'Because today is not a full moon, there is still hope until tomorrow's full moon.' Isn't this kind of saying beautiful?"

Willandon froze.

The two sentences Vincent said seemed to materialize, hitting his heart word by word, shaking the bright red and soft organ soberly and refreshingly sober.

"You're right, there is still hope until tomorrow's full moon." Vilandon laughed softly, and the loss and frustration that had been lingering in his heart just now were swept away.

Does this also mean that he still hopes to win Vincent's heart?

He scratched Fiona the Gryphon's belly with the front of his boot, motioning his war mate to sit down.

Fiona the Griffon did as she did, and before the Griffin got down completely, he jumped down nimbly, and then stood on the eaves of the tower and stretched out his hand to Vincent.

"Then, would you like to watch the flawed moon with me tonight?" The night wind blew the broken hair on Vilandon's forehead and cheeks. Under the silver moonlight, the leader of the Knights of the Golden Griffin It seems to exude a charm that is not inferior to that of the day.

He raised his handsome face slightly, and on the face that had been finely sculpted by the heavens, there emerged a gentle smile that was enough to make most of the women in the capital's hearts flutter and fascinated.

"Of course." Even Vincent was dazzled by Weilandon's lethal smile at this moment.

By the time Vincent came back to his senses, he had been pulled by Vilandon to stand on the roof of the tower.

"Is that for?" Vincent raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Or would it be better to sit down and watch?" Vilandon smiled shyly, and pressed Vincent on Fiona the Griffon's already squatted body, and sat down at the same time, with the body on the right side close to the body. with Vincent.

This griffin with its pure golden fur is very understanding of its master's mind. When Vincent's back was leaning against its body, Fiona the griffin spread its wings and covered the front of Vilanden and Vincent. , like a warm and soft quilt, resisting the chilly night wind.

There is a fluffy griffin leaning on the back, with light and warm feather wings in front to block the wind, and a warm head of the knights sits beside him. People who watch the stars on the moon cannot enjoy the treatment.

Although Weilandon really pulled Vincent to sit down, he didn't know what to do after that.

Just looking at the moon, waiting for a meteor that will land at some point?Verandon was not so naive as to think he was lucky enough to see a rare meteor.

He quietly looked aside, the silver moonlight was flowing on Vincent's pure black hair, along Vincent's broken hair sticking to his cheeks, and dripping down his neck into his slightly open mage robe .

——It can be seen that Vilandon really wants to wipe away the lucky moonlight for Vincent, or use his body to wrap around Vincent's body.

The full moon climbing at the foot of the mountain has already risen to one end of the sky, and it has begun to emit bright and bright brilliance.

The brilliance was so bright that it eclipsed the surrounding stars.

Even if there were meteors, they might not be seen under the brilliance of the moon.

Weilandon regretted it, but he was also unwilling to let him leave like this.

Staying for a while longer, Vilandon racked his brains to think of something that could refresh Vincent.

The rumor that the noble lady of the Slateria family eloped with the adventurer?

No, this is too old-fashioned. Among the stories and novels circulating on the market, there are eight hundred if not one thousand stories with similar plots.

Ah, there is!

Vilandon suddenly remembered the portrait of Wendekin's great-grandmother, 'Shirley Bobber', which he saw in the corridor when he visited Wendekin's mansion during the day.

This glamorous woman is admired not only for her strong strength, but also for her mysterious love history.

Weilandon also heard some speculations and anecdotes after he became Caesarion's deputy, and according to his judgment, it's probably [-]% true.

"Speaking of which, Vincent, I remember that you were at Wendekin's mansion today, and you seem to be very interested in that Lord Shirley?" Weilandon asked softly.

The moonlight was beautiful, and Vincent, who was bathed in the moonlight and looked at him quietly, was also beautiful.

If Vincent's appearance does not conform to the current women's aesthetics of men - women prefer strong, sunny, blonde hair and blue eyes are their favorite - but Vincent's eyes are very good-looking.

Whether it is the eye pupils that seem to absorb all the light and reflect the starry sky and moonlight, or the long and trembling eyelash feathers, or the small arc at the end of the eye, they are all like a hook. It touched Willandon's heart again.

Weilandon used to think that black was very common, but he liked Vincent's black hair and black eyes very much. There is no other color in the world that can match Vincent's Arrow.

No color can contain everything and reflect everything like Vincent's eyes.

Vincent looked at Vilandon, and the silver moonlight drenched the blond knight, making his whole body exude a majestic brilliance.

He heard Weilandon's inquiry, and he was not surprised that Weilandon would ask such a question. After all, in the corridor at that time, most of Vincent's attention was attracted by that 'Shirley Bobber'.

There was no need for Vincent to hide this either.

"Yes, I'm very interested in that Her Excellency Shirley, but it's a pity that I can't see her demeanor with my own eyes." Vincent blinked and replied.