Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

Not realizing that Vilandon was shaken and lost at all, Vincent closed his tired eyes and leaned his body against Caesarline's chest.

Caesarline carefully adjusted his posture so that Vincent could lean more comfortably.

In this way, Vincent discovered the difference between Caesarline and Vilandon.

Should it be the difference in muscle, or the difference in temperature?

Vincent thought for a while, the body of Caesarline on his back was just right and warm, and the arms around him also avoided the parts that would make Vincent itchy, and tightly grasped the reins.

In a word, Vincent sat very comfortably in Caesarline's arms.

The griffin carrying them flapped their wings vigorously, and flew towards the palace covered in moonlight and starlight.

As the body of the griffin swayed up and down slightly, Vincent even fell asleep in Caesarion's arms.

What Vincent didn't know was that this was all trained by Caesarline in the Mage Tower.

In order to take good care of Vincent, who was expensive but careless, Caesarline put all his energy into it.

Especially when Vincent was lying on the sofa and refused to go back to bed, Caesarline had to work hard to pick Vincent up and put him on the bed.

Vincent's body was very ticklish. If Caesarline accidentally touched his itchy flesh, Vincent would sleep soundly with his eyes closed, while avoiding Caesarline's movements with various unimaginable postures.

It's almost like a cat, and it's the kind of cat that can turn its body into a liquid state.

Caesarline, who went to hug Vincent for the first time, was sweating all over, but failed to dig Vincent out of the sofa.

Of course, Caesarline gradually worked out later on. He knew how hard to use to make Vincent continue to sleep in his arms with peace of mind, and he also knew which parts to avoid to prevent Vincent from itching and discomfort.

It can be said that all of Caesarline's physical touch skills were inadvertently taught/taught by Vincent.

But neither of the two parties found out what this skill that was only useful to Vincent represented.

This means that as long as Caesarion has the heart, he can precisely touch the soft flesh that Vincent can't bear the most. With a little force, he can get the Hyperion mage whose body is soft into cotton candy and who can make Caesarion do whatever he wants Your Mightiness.

But at present, Caesarline has not discovered this advantage of his own, and Vincent has not even thought about it. He just feels that sitting with Caesarline is more comfortable.

The two of them were flying in the night sky. At this time, the full moon was already covered by the clouds that came in. At this moment, the tiny stars shining through the gaps in the clouds showed their brilliance, and they were reluctant to part. On Vincent and Caesarlane's hair.

The pure white griffin landed lightly and soundlessly on the open space in the garden. The flapping of its wings made the roses blooming in the night tremble with full petals, and lowered its head towards the owner of the palace.

"Vincent? Vincent?" Caesarline lowered his head and called Vincent, who seemed to have fallen asleep with his eyes closed, with a soft voice.

"Hmm...?" Vincent sent a soft and drawn-out reply, looking really tired.

"Do you need me to hold you to rest?" Caesarline asked, seeing Vincent's tired look, worried in his heart.

He originally wanted to hug Vincent directly to his room and let him have a good rest, but last time he misunderstood Vincent's reply and did that kind of thing, which made Caesarlane feel a little helpless, and he had to ask clearly before he dared keep moving.

Just now Vincent almost fell asleep in Caesarion's arms because he was too comfortable, but after he heard Caesarion's inquiry, the sleepy bug that lingered in his mind was startled away a little.

"Don't bother you, I can do it myself." Vincent's face was a little hot, and he wondered why he was so unfocused.

Fortunately, it was already dark, and Caesarion shouldn't be able to see his red ear tips.

Vincent got off the body of the pure white griffin, and saw Caesarline, who was reaching out to him, put the empty palm back to his side in frustration.

Vincent couldn't bear it, and wondered if he was too alienated?After all, when Vilandon wanted to touch him down during the day, Vincent did not refuse, but when it was Caesarlane's turn, Vincent deliberately did not respond to him in order to avoid suspicion.

Feeling guilty, Vincent pursed his lips, thought for a while, and said, "It's getting late, you still have a lot of work to do tomorrow? You should go back early and rest."

"You are the emperor of this new empire. If you get sick, the whole country will be in turmoil." Vincent persuaded.

"I know." Caesarion looked at Vincent, his icy pupils reflected his mentor, his lighthouse, his first love, and his sweetheart.

"Vincent, to you..."

The evening wind blew through Vincent and Caesarline's hair and temples, carrying the fragrance of roses.

This breeze not only blew His Majesty's smooth and shiny blond hair, but also the clouds that covered the bright moon.

The pure and bright moonlight poured down, forming a misty beam of light, which happened to envelop Caesarion.

The rays of light leapt over Caesarion's blond hair and eyebrows like musical notes, and then flowed down his straight body, making his already radiant appearance even more translucent and captivating.

The roses in the garden, illuminated by the moonlight together, stretched their petals under the silver moonlight, emitting a fragrant fragrance.

This scene should have been an extremely beautiful picture. The handsome blond emperor stared at his lover shrouded in light, and the surrounding roses were in full bloom, as if inspired to support Caesarion's love affair.

Under such beautiful scenery, no matter who is confessing to his sweetheart, there will always be some response?

However, Caesarion looked at Vincent, and the admiration and longing that he wanted to express all the time were like clouds stuck in his throat, making him choked up so that he could not speak a word.

Caesarline hated himself so much, the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't express his inner thoughts to Vincent.

In the end, he could only hold Vincent's hand tightly, and put his cheek on Vincent's palm, hoping that Vincent could find his cheek, which was hot because of love, and buried it in his chest because of being with Vincent. The sound of the rapid beating heartbeat due to the special skin contact.

Vincent looked at Caesarion, whose cheeks were flushed under the moonlight, and his originally unclear expression suddenly became dignified when he felt the hot temperature in his palm.

He put the other free hand on Caesarline's cheek. Vincent confirmed that he didn't feel wrong, but that when Caesarline was really hot, Vincent held Caesarline's hand instead, just He forcefully walked him to the bedroom with lights on.

"Vincent?" Caesarline was holding Vincent's hand and pressing it on his cheek. He was still waiting for Vincent to find out what he wanted, but he was suddenly dragged away by Vincent. A look of surprise bloomed on his shy face.

"You have a fever, Caesarion, you have to go to rest!" Vincent gritted his teeth, and the worries in his heart overflowed uncontrollably.

Caesarline was indeed very hardworking. Whether it was in the novel or what he saw with his own eyes, Caesarline's efforts and efforts had reached the point where Vincent felt terrible.

One day Caesarline was really sick, and Vincent was not surprised.

Even after Caesarline left the Mage Tower, Vincent would occasionally wake up from his sleep, worrying whether Caesarline was stepping on his limit to squeeze his ability again.

Whether it was Caesarline as His Majesty the Emperor or his former apprentice, Vincent did not want Caesarline to die from overwork.

Vincent dragged Caesarline to the bedroom silently. After a brief surprise, Caesarline was ecstatic to find that Vincent was worried about him?

Originally, Caesarlane was half a head taller than him, and the slender and strong figure that had been tempered was by no means something that Vincent, who was soft all over in the mage's tower, could pull.

But when Caesarline found that Vincent was actually worried about him, his mouth was filled with sweetness like honey, and his body naturally followed Vincent forward.

Like a docile dog on a rein and a cat on a collar, it is like devoting all your heart and soul to your loved one.

No, it is not possible to use such words to describe Caesarline's mood and love for Vincent.

Because Caesarline was willing to restrain all his arrogance and vigor and let Vincent walk ahead of him.

It is not such a simple relationship between taming and being tamed. If emotions can be visualized into specific shapes, then you can definitely see that the red lines spreading from Caesarline's heart, torso, and limbs are eagerly and cautiously falling on Vincent. special finger.

The red thread was wrapped around Vincent's little finger one after another, like a ring, like a bondage.

When Caesarline was pressed on the bed by Vincent, Caesarline's eyes sparkled, driving the tiredness out of his brain after working all day.

What would Vincent say to himself next?What will you do to yourself?

Will he touch his forehead to his feverish self like he did in the Mage Tower before, and then kiss his cheek?

Caesarline stared at Vincent expectantly, like a well-behaved child, letting the sullen Vincent cover himself with the soft duvet.

For the first time since he hugged Vincent in the bedroom, Caesarline felt that Vincent took the initiative to get close to him.

If other people dared to treat this proud emperor like this, they would either be scolded or driven away.

After Vincent tucked Caesarion into the quilt, he habitually pressed his forehead against His Majesty's full forehead with scattered hair.

The heat seems to have gone down a bit, so there shouldn't be any serious problems, maybe it will be fine after a night of sleep.

Vincent heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, until he met Caesarion's blue eyes that shimmered and moistened, and Vincent realized that he seemed to have done something extraordinary.

Vincent straightened up in embarrassment, pursed his dry lips, moved his eyes down, and fixed on the dark pattern embroidered on the quilt.

The tattoo on it is a griffin, which is more in line with Caesarion and this new regime than the double-headed snake of the previous generation.

Vincent straightened his bent waist slightly, and was about to go to the outside of this bedroom to rest.

But his hand was held by Caesarion's hand that suddenly stuck out of the quilt.