Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

"Vincent! Vincent!" The call seemed to come from the distant sky through the water curtain, hitting Vincent's ears sentence by sentence.

Vincent heard these calls, and he wanted to respond to the urgent shouts, but found that his limbs seemed to be bound and sinking in the muddy water, unable to move.

Icy cold invaded his body, Vincent's body was cold, but his forehead was hot enough to boil an egg.

But soon the ropes binding his limbs were cut by the warm current coming from nowhere, and the body that was originally submerged in the water was lifted up to a place with light by its back.

"Vincent! Vincent...!"

When Vincent opened his heavy eyelids from the drowsiness, what leaped into his dim vision was a golden light that seemed to break through the white mist.

When he regained his sanity, Vincent saw other bleak scenes in his eyes.

Vincent was still in the gazebo, but his posture changed from lying on the stone table to lying on his warm lap.

Seeing Vincent's eyes opened, the golden man who became Vincent's pad quickly bent down and moved his face closer to Vincent.

Now Vincent was lying on the bench in the gazebo, with his head resting on Caesarline's arms. From the corner of his vision, he could still see a large number of attendants waiting outside the gazebo.

Caesarline put his hand on Vincent's forehead. Although it was still hot, the heat had gradually subsided, which made the blond emperor heave a long sigh of relief.

When Vincent woke up, the body that had just been haunted by the nightmare was gradually healed by the power of the elemental spirits and Vincent's own abundant magic power, and soon he could sit up by himself.

"What's wrong with me...?" Vincent held his drowsy forehead, rubbed it, and muttered to himself.

"You were reading a book in the gazebo, and fell asleep without knowing it. The maid serving you wanted to call you for dinner, but found that she couldn't wake you up, and you were still sweating profusely, with a painful look on your face. "Caesarline supported Vincent, and seeing that Vincent was still a little uncomfortable, he gently lent his shoulder to Vincent so that he could rest on it.

Vincent naturally refused.

"No, I feel much better already."

Seeing Vincent rejecting him so much, Caesarline pursed his lips.

Although he still felt unwilling in his heart, and it was a pity that Vincent had only been lying in his arms for a short while, Caesarlane still chose to let Vincent act according to his will.

"That's good... I'll take you back to your room, but your body is still cold. When you return to your room, I'll ask the attendants to bring you ginger soup to warm your body." Caesarion said.

This ginger soup was taught by Vincent to Caesarline. Before Caesarline fell into Vincent's mage tower like a drowned chicken, what Vincent cooked for him was ginger soup.

Ginger was originally a plant that was abandoned by many nobles. No chef would want to put this spicy and pungent thing on the dinner plates of nobles.

After Caesarion changed out of his wet and muddy clothes, he put on the robe Vincent threw to him.

Although the clean clothes prevented the loss of temperature, it was still not enough for Caesarion whose body was still cold.

Caesarion folded his arms and rubbed the skin on his arms, trying to get warmth by rubbing.He approached the fireplace burning in the wall, but found that the fireplace was not a real fireplace at all, but just a very vivid mural.

Caesarion felt angry at being fooled, but after all, he was dependent on others, not to mention Master Hyperion had no obligation to accommodate and take care of himself.

When Caesarion's mood was changing, Vincent appeared.

A wooden tray floated beside him, and on the wooden tray were a steaming bowl and a spoon.

Vincent didn't take the levitating magic seriously, and he didn't think it was a waste to use it to carry food.

"This is ginger soup and white porridge. Although you may not be used to the taste of ginger soup, it is very effective in restoring body temperature and preventing wind and cold." As Vincent approached Caesarion, the wooden plate and the bowl on it The spoon also landed in front of Caesarion who was crouching beside the fireplace painting.

"Drink the ginger soup first, and then the porridge." Vincent said lightly, and sat down on the soft and spacious chair.

Several thick books flew to Vincent's side from the stacks and shelves as high as the ceiling, like a well-behaved pet unfolding the densely written pages.

Although Caesarion peeked at it intentionally, the characters were so dense and small that even his proud eyesight could barely see a few lines clearly.

But even if he could see clearly, it was useless, because Caesarline couldn't understand any of those paragraphs and words.

Is this the knowledge of mages...

Caesarline knew that he might not be able to obtain this power of knowledge, so he turned his attention to the wooden plate in front of him.

He glanced at the food called ginger soup, and before he picked it up, he smelled the pungent smell emanating from the round bowl.

Just smelling this smell, Caesarion's empty stomach couldn't help shrinking.

Isn't this really poisonous?Caesarion even thought so in his heart.

But as a cleric, Vincent Hyperion wanted to take his own life with ease. Vincent didn't even need to do it himself. With a quick swipe, Caesarion's life would be taken away in an instant.

So after hesitating for a moment, Caesarline still couldn't resist his increasingly cold body and the growling hunger in his stomach. He picked up the wooden tray and looked at Vincent, who seemed to be immersed in the In the book, he carried the wooden tray to the wooden table beside him.

The wooden table was also full of books, and Caesarion carefully pushed those books aside before placing the wooden tray in the empty space that had been sorted out.

Naturally, it was impossible for Caesarline to sit next to Vincent. Although the spacious chair padded with monster fur looked soft enough and comfortable enough, Caesarline was not one of those rough-headed guys.

He glanced at Vincent, who was still immersed in his own world, and first picked up the somewhat hot ginger soup.

As Vincent said, not only the smell is offensive, but the taste is also very strange.

Caesarion pinched his nose and gulped himself a few mouthfuls, but refused to touch it again.

But a miraculous thing happened. Just after taking these mouthfuls of ginger soup, Caesarline, whose body was still cold until just now, felt a hot and hot current spreading from his stomach.Immediately drove away the cold surrounding him.

Moreover, that wonderful spicy taste still remained on his tongue, but at this moment, it carried the indescribable excitement of Caesarion.Caesarline picked up the plain porridge with nothing in it again, maybe because of the ginger soup, the tasteless plain porridge was no longer so hard to swallow for Caesarline.

The lightness of the white porridge and the pungentness of the ginger soup perfectly blended together, not only warming Caesarline's stomach, but also satisfying the tongue of this noble young master who was never tired of eating and eating.

Since then, Kaiserline has fallen in love with the taste of ginger without knowing it, and has firmly remembered the miraculous effect of this plant for dispelling wind and cold.

Hearing that Caesarion suddenly mentioned ginger soup, Vincent couldn't help being startled, and the memory of that scene played back in his mind.

Vincent didn't intend to pay too much attention to Caesarlane at that time, but the blond boy was still trembling even after changing clothes. It was really pitiful. Vincent couldn't help but use magic A bowl of ginger soup and white porridge - these are also his two best dishes.

At least Vincent will not burn the ginger soup and white porridge.

When Vincent was using flame magic and wind magic to speed up the cooking, he suddenly remembered that the fireplace in the hall just now was actually just a painting.

"Hmm...should be fine?" Vincent scratched his hair and murmured to himself uncertainly.

The temperature in the mage tower is constant, but Vincent decorated murals in some places to suit the occasion, for example, a fire was painted where the fire should be.

As for whether the fire can bring warmth to people, the answer is yes, but Vincent will not waste his magic power for that kid outside.

Thinking of the strange dreams he had after building the mage tower, Vincent held his breath.

But he also knew that the man of destiny outside hadn't done anything at the moment, and those seemingly predestined things might not necessarily happen.

But Vincent has no obligation or responsibility to take care of him.

Now Vincent made an exception to take in Caesarlane sent from Roland, the king's capital, and even condescended to make ginger soup and white porridge for him. For this alone, Caesarlane may be affected by the aliens in the Seville Plain and deep in the foothills. They are deeply jealous.

What's more, this blond boy was sent by the emperor.

Leaving aside how many things Ludwig regretted and did to make up for it after that incident, he wanted Vincent to forgive him.

But Vincent still didn't reply or accept, just ignored everything Ludwig did, as if Ludwig had never appeared in his life.

This ignorance made Ludwig more painful than Vincent hating Ludwig.

Because it means that Vincent really doesn't care about him anymore.

But Ludwig still didn't give up, as if getting Vincent's forgiveness had become his obsession, he didn't give up until he died.

He always pays attention to Vincent's movements. If Vincent needs a caravan, he will subsidize the merchants and detour to the Seville Plain where Vincent is located to purchase.

If Vincent needs sales, then Ludwig will even personally promote a live advertisement for Vincent's merchandise-what better sign than the Lord of a Country?

However, after Vincent found out that something was wrong, Vincent cleaned up the plain under his protection in a rare and vigorous manner, and drove out the spies who kept telling Ludwig about Vincent's movements.

And Kaiserline is probably another attempt by Ludwig.

Because Vincent had told Ludwig before he broke his face with Ludwig that he wanted an outstanding disciple to inherit his knowledge.

"In this way, after my death, my disciples can also help your successors govern this country together, making this a real utopia that everyone yearns for!"

——That was once Vincent's thought from the bottom of his heart.

Although up to now, in a sense, half of this sentence has been realized.

Vincent walked to his room, and Caesarline walked beside him, his eyes kept falling on Vincent, as if he was going to step forward to support him if Vincent showed an uncomfortable expression.

When Caesarline fell into Vincent's eyes like that, he just thought he was stupid, and he couldn't see the majestic appearance that Vincent had seen before.

Caesarline, who inherited Vincent's knowledge, got the country left by Ludwig, and it is very likely that the national network will develop in a better direction.

Not only the layout of the territory, the expansion of the population, but also the flourishing of commerce, Caesarline, who has come into contact with Vincent's attitude and views on alien races, may use a gentler and more peaceful way to integrate all races into one Together.

You don't need to care about the differences in appearance or language between each other, you can understand, support and help each other. This is the world Vincent wants to see most.

Vincent wanted to trust Caesarion again.

I believe that Caesarline will not betray his trust like Ludwig did.