Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

"Sure enough." Vilandon understood, and a smile spread from his blue eyes. He turned his body slightly to make it easier for him to look at Vincent from a sitting angle.

Feeling the temperature belonging to Vincent coming from his side, Vilandon continued to speak while feeling the sweetness in his heart: "The rumor about Her Excellency Shirley Bobber is also very interesting. Vincent You should have seen the orc holding the skirt for her in the portrait?"

"Yeah, I've seen it. Among all the portraits in the corridor, only the portrait of this lady has someone else." Vincent raised his eyebrows, knowing that the next rumor that Weilandon talked about was his part of attention.

Vincent's body changed position on the furry body of Fiona the Griffon, allowing him to lean more comfortably and watch the knight who was slowly telling the rumors.

"Your Excellency Shirley and the orc attendant in the painting grew up together. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are childhood sweethearts." Weilandon repeated to Vincent while recalling the rumors he had heard.

"At that time, when the relationship between humans and other races was tense, humans bought and used slaves of foreign races, and foreign races also kidnapped humans and domesticated them as slaves... This orc attendant came to Shirley as a slave. By your side."

"Because I grew up together, Your Excellency Shirley has a very good relationship with the orc servant. When I was learning magic, I even taught this orc servant to learn magic together as a teacher." When Weilandon said this, he couldn't help but feel sorry for this. I am impressed by the boldness and strength of Ms. Shirley.

At that time, humans taught alien slaves magic, which was not a small matter, but it was just a matter between Shirley and her playmates.

But big is also very big.If someone with a heart knows about it, one will be labeled as a traitor if he doesn't do it well.

"This orc attendant has been accompanying Her Excellency Shirley, and has been by Her Excellency Shirley's side when she was recruited by the royal family to participate in the battle, harvesting the heads of the enemies. There is even a name called 'Silver Fangs' '. It is said that it was obtained by biting the enemy's throat with its sharp fangs in battle."

Vincent listened quietly to Weilandon's narration, and outlined the scene in his mind.

The loyal orc fought bloody battles for his partner and master, and together with the beautiful red-haired woman entrusted their trust to each other back to back, they were invincible.

"At that time, the name of Your Excellency Shirley spread throughout the continent. I remember it was called..." Before Weilandon could say the name, Vincent took over his words: "Really The red mage."

Vincent seemed to have thought of something, pursed his lips, and suddenly two strange flames lit up in his pure black pupils.

"Yes, it's called 'The Mage of True Red'." Weilandon laughed, he pretended to recall the name on purpose, no matter whether Vincent knew Shirley's name or not, Weilandon was Pausing here can lead to interaction with Vincent.

Otherwise, if he said it alone, would Vincent feel that he talked too much and was suspected of showing off?

Or do you think what he said is too boring, and think he is also a boring person?

For the first time, Willandon experienced this uneasy feeling.

Is this love?

This kind of little trick that can increase participation is the first time Verandon has practiced here.

Once listening to his subordinates boasting and discussing the skills of attracting their sweethearts, Vilandon still felt in his heart that they were making too much of a fuss.

If you really like someone, as long as you treat him well all the time, won't the other person naturally like you too?

But when Willandon actually met him, he found that such a small skill was really necessary.

After Vincent said the name of Lord Shirley, he continued to listen quietly to Weilandon's later story: "The battles involving the 'True Red Mage' and 'Silver Fangs' all ended in complete victories." In the end, because of the achievements of these two, His Majesty the Emperor at that time made an exception to let the 'Silver Fang' get out of slavery, and granted these two titles and fiefdoms. However, 'Silver Fang' refused the fief grant, Said that he didn't want to go to the fiefdom, didn't want to leave Her Excellency Shirley's side, he wanted to be with Her Excellency Shirley all the time."

"Counting carefully, this 'Silver Fang' should be the first foreign race who was enshrined as a slave after the war between humans and demons. It is said that 'Silver Fang' was once a member of the Griffin Knights. "Velandon smiled and said with admiration.

"What happened later? After being knighted, what happened to these two?" Vincent asked.When he asked, he had already expected the worst. After all, under the circumstances at that time, getting out of slavery and obtaining the title was already the best ending.

"Your Excellency Shirley was never married, but in her later years, she gave birth to a child and made him his heir. Although that 'Silver Fang' won the title and fiefdom, but because of his status as a beastman of a different race, he lived in seclusion. , rarely appeared in the capital, and in the end no one knew his whereabouts anymore." Weilandon spread his hands and said helplessly.

"When Lord Shirley passed away a few years ago, some people said that they saw 'Silver Fang' appearing beside her tomb, and some said that 'Silver Fang' had already passed away due to injuries, which is why later No one knows his deeds and whereabouts anymore. But I saw the statement that was recorded in the official records from the file—" Weilandon blinked, wanting to leave a suspense,

"They are partners. But I remember that it is difficult for orcs and humans to have offspring. I am really curious about how they got their children..." Vincent murmured, according to the common sense he studied in this world In general, it is difficult for humans and other races to produce offspring.

But that doesn't mean it's completely impossible.

The closer to the human form of alien races, such as elves and mermaids, if they interbreed with humans, the probability of giving birth to offspring races is one to one.

Usually, human women are more likely to give birth to offspring of different races, but even if offspring are produced, they are deformed children and particularly powerful monsters in certain aspects.

The cubs of some races are born by biting the mother’s belly, which is one of the reasons why the children of humans and orcs (subhumans) are discriminated against: most of them came into this world by killing their mothers’ lives of.

Vincent was really curious about how that Lord Shirley gave birth to offspring safely with her orc partner.

"You are right. Your Excellency Shirley and 'Silver Fang' are indeed partners. When I was helping to sort out the paperwork, I accidentally saw the record of their wedding. Moreover, it was His Majesty the Emperor who held the wedding ceremony for them at that time." Wei Wei Langdon was a little surprised by Vincent's keenness, but Vincent was right, the 'True Red Mage' and 'Silver Fang' were indeed a pair of monks.

"This is a very touching story. The sincere relationship between human beings and alien races is really worthy of respect, not to mention that they really lived together and died together." Vincent said seriously, "But I'm more curious Yes, how was their heir born..."

When Vincent finished speaking, his voice was almost talking to himself.

Those Lord Shirley were able to safely give birth to human and alien children without being harmed.

If this method can be found, then humans who fall in love with other races on the Sevier Plain, or those who marry humans, can have their own children with peace of mind, without worrying that the birth of a new life will hurt their partner .

How many interracial unions would be happy if they could be found?

Although Vincent feels that the birth of offspring is not the only manifestation of love, the birth of a new life should always be accompanied by anticipation and joy, rather than the pain and resentment of the mother and the ferocity of tearing flesh and blood.

Once this is resolved, the conflict between humans and alien races should be eased a lot.

Vincent was relieved. The problem that had troubled him for a long time had found a solution in the capital he avoided. This made Vincent feel that fate was tricky, and at the same time he was very grateful for Weilandon's talk.

He rested his head on the griffin's body, and reached out to touch the griffin's warm and soft wings.Even though the wings would instantly turn into a sharp weapon that could easily cut Vincent's throat during flying and fighting, but at this moment it showed its docile and well-behaved side.

Vincent was lost in thought. Seeing Vincent in a trance, Vilandon thoughtfully kept his voice down, and patiently waited for Vincent to recover from such a mysterious release.

When Vincent had some eyebrows, and his consciousness returned to the eaves under the moonlight from the void, what he saw was Weilandon's eyes quietly staring at him.

The pupil color is like the sea, which is different from Caesarion's pale but dazzling ice-coloured eyes.

The same is true of their personalities. Wilandon's character is as tolerant and calm as the sea, while Caesarion is much sharper. Sometimes Vincent even worried that Caesarion's character would cut himself.

Weird, why am I comparing Vilandon to Kaiserlane?

Vincent thought to himself, probably because the pupil colors of Vilandon and Caesarion are both in the same color system, so they were compared together unconsciously.

Vincent no longer diverted his thinking. He raised his head and said to Weilandon: "Thank you for telling me this. As a thank you, may I invite you to watch a meteor shower?"

"Huh?" Weilandon opened his eyes slightly when he heard this, but for a moment he didn't realize what Vincent was referring to.

Vincent poked out a hand from the griffon's down feathers, with the palm facing up, fingers spread out, the index and middle fingers closed, and then lightly picked.

The moment Vincent flicked his finger lightly, Vilandon saw the most beautiful meteor shower in his life.