Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

Even now, Vincent must say that there is so little entertainment in this world!

Perhaps everyone dreams of becoming a god of law, a martial saint, and then gaining fame, power, power, and immortality, but that's not the case with those third-rate novels?All the related books are either Long Aotian Stallion or harem novels for women, Vincent is getting tired of reading them.

But even these novels are rare spiritual entertainment in this world.

The most important thing is that Vincent, who doesn't want to go out, probably only has reading as a way of entertainment.

However, he once experienced a happy life on Earth that can be called lying down and choosing books, and Vincent has endured some of the pitfalls in these novels for a long time.

Now that there is a beautiful young man delivered to his door as his listener, Vincent of course chose to vent his bitterness, complaining about the unreasonableness of it and the author's behavior of bowing his head for the sake of kitsch.

"It's reckless to write such a boring novel after knowing so well the habits of elves and orcs." Caesarline's beautiful face turned serious, expressing his opinion like this.

After seeing Vincent's stunned expression, he blushed slightly, and continued, "From the lifelike description, I'm afraid the author is someone who often deals with those alien species."

Vincent raised his eyebrows slightly, and became a little interested: "You can see it too, so what do you think?"

"How about what?" Caesarion asked in puzzlement.

"It's what you think, the elves and orcs written by this author. Do you think they will really have the same joy, sorrow, anger and hatred as humans in this novel?" Vincent stared Under the lamplight, the beautiful boy was covered with a layer of warm orange, only he knew what kind of inexplicable emotion was in his tone.

But for the time being, His Majesty the future emperor, who was young, naturally couldn't distinguish the ever-changing and complex emotions in Vincent's heart.

Caesarline only expressed the most truthful opinion based on his own concept: "I don't think those aliens will have it. They are just alien races with some special abilities. If it is useful, use it to win over it, and if it is useless, use it to enslave and control it—— Don't you think, sir, that the Libason Stones also possess what you have just said?"

Vincent was silent. He looked at the serious face of the young man, and an inaudible sigh slipped past his mouth: "Libasen stone people are stone spirits. They don't shed tears, and they don't have mouths to eat. There is no ability to reproduce."

"But they are powerful, and with a little training, they can become tools for attacking cities and building land!" Caesarline didn't just cook and clean for Vincent in this mage tower, he spent more time on Instead of practicing swordplay and browsing Vincent's ceiling-to-ceiling library.

Naturally, he gained a lot. When he saw the knowledge that the former noble colleges and tutors could not give him, Caesarlane was completely addicted to the ocean of books.

And the black-haired mage who owned these books was also covered with a veil of mystery in Caesarline's mind.

Caesarline once asked Vincent tentatively: "Have you read all these books?"

What I got was Vincent's puzzled question: "If I don't read it, why should I bring it back?"

A person with knowledge means respect, but if this black-haired mage intends to do something to Caesarion, the proud blond lion cub will not catch him without a fight.

The topic of elves, orcs, and stone people continued.

Vincent dragged his chin with one hand, held the spoon in the teacup with the other hand, and then began to stir the red liquid in the teacup: "But Libason stone people also have emotions, Caesarlane. They will because of They rejoice when new clansmen are born, and they also feel sad when clansmen leave and pass away. Although there are no tears to shed, and even though there are no mouths to express, they still have these emotions.”

"Even so - do you want to say that the Libason stone man is just a tool that can be used?" Vincent raised his eyes. He always wore the most comfortable silk robe in the mage tower, which also made Caesarion When I first met him for a few days, I secretly slandered Vincent's extravagance and waste, and Vincent didn't have the serious appearance of a mage at all.

"..." Caesarion was silent. He didn't intend to use silence to avoid doubts. After serious thinking, the blond boy who couldn't take his eyes off puffed up his chest, facing the indifferent mage and said: "About Liba I know everything about Morishi people from books and what my tutor told me. No matter what the book or tutor told me, it’s the same.”

Caesarline’s words were not meant to excuse his own ignorance: “The knowledge in books, or the knowledge told to me by others, is not entirely correct. I have already deeply realized this.”

Vincent straightened his back, until the most critical part of the proud future emperor's words came: "So, I sincerely hope that you can teach me, Lord Vincent, so that I can use my own eyes to see The ability to confirm that something is wrong."

I was generalized.thought Vincent.

It has been a while since Caesarline came to his mage tower. Although Vincent was answering the questions Caesarline encountered in the book, it was not a systematic teaching after all.

In the final analysis, it is because of Vincent's stocking behavior and passive sabotage.

But now, after confirming that Vincent has no malice towards him, Caesarlane, who knew that the opportunity must be seized by himself, first launched his own tentative move: "I came to your mage tower to be your Apprentice, I think I also have enough talent and perseverance to become your disciple. Not only the Libason stone man just mentioned, elves, orcs, vampires, demons... I have all the knowledge I have read in books. I want to see it with these eyes!"

Caesarion's eyes were as bright and moving as a pair of sparkling gemstones, but the light seemed to hurt Vincent's eyes, making him look down at his reflection in the teacup and become silent.

Is that why you end up with the Empire and then go to war?Vincent thought to himself, he let go of the spoon in his hand, and leaned back on the chair.

Exuberant curiosity is not a bad thing.

Vincent stretched his body to relieve the muscle fatigue caused by sitting for a long time, then picked up the teacup and took a sip of the already cold black tea, letting the bitter liquid slide into his throat, and at the same time let himself feel lazy again A little spirit in my heart.

"You want to be my apprentice?" Vincent glanced at the blond boy whose face was tense due to anticipation and apprehension.

"Then it's up front, Caesarline Liesel. Don't have expectations of me, and I won't have expectations of you either. How far you can go depends only on yourself." Extremely cold and irresponsible Words spit out from Vincent's mouth.

He propped his chin with his palm, saw Caesarion's dazed expression, but he spurned himself again in his heart: The boy in front of him is just a child, Vincent, are you going to push the things that haven't happened to him?

"Okay——I'll show you!!" But Vincent's words aroused Caesarline's competitive spirit to the greatest extent, and his brilliant blond hair shone like molten gold on Vincent's face. In the pupils of the eyes, "I will prove to you that I will be your best disciple!!"

"Oh, okay, so the first thing now—" Vincent stood up from the table, and looked down at the boy who only reached his chest with his height: "You should go to wash and sleep, tomorrow morning Wait for me here at nine."

"Then what about these bowls?" Caesarion's blue eyes looked into Vincent's black eyes.

"...you go to take a shower and go to sleep after washing the dishes."

In this way, Caesarion's apprenticeship officially began.

Vincent had to admit that Caesarline was really a genius. He could master any obscure and difficult knowledge with just a little tweaking. Received well, even found utility out of it.

Sure enough, he is the chosen one. Compared with himself, a salted fish traverser, is Caesarlane the real winner in life?

Vincent sighed, scratched his black hair that fell on his cheeks, and had a headache thinking about what he was going to teach the real protagonist next.

Perhaps it is the benefit of the time traveler, Vincent's memory is very good, even now he can clearly remember which corners of the posters he glanced at on the side of the road in his previous life are curled up.

Thanks to this excellent memory, Vincent was able to mix up to the status of owning a mage tower.

This also led to the novel that Vincent read at the end of his life with Caesarline as the main character clearly imprinted in his mind.

Caesarline will become the sole overlord of this continent, and wherever he goes, no matter what race he is in, he will bow down to him.Whether it is a proud and elegant elf, a powerful stone man, orcs of various shapes, or a mermaid who lives deep in the ocean, they all have to humble themselves to the king who conquered all races head.

Humans have become the only high-level race in this continent. As long as Caesarion gives an order, even the noble elf queen has to come all the way from the forest, just to present a dance to the king of humans and add to the fun of the banquet. .

Human footprints have traveled all over the corners of the continent, and the flag of the Griffon belonging to Caesarion has been erected everywhere.

With a perfect and happy ending, Caesarline, who has conquered the mainland and the hearts of the beauties, ushered in a new era.

That's the whole story.

As for the original role played by Vincent...

Probably the villain in Caesarlane's smooth life, who added to his obstacles and made his life's winning path not so smooth?