Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

Even if Vincent wanted to linger outside for as long as he wanted, sooner or later he would get into the carriage—especially since he had heard the yelling to get ready to go.

Vincent was sure that although the conversation in the carriage could not be heard outside the carriage, Caesarline sitting in the carriage must have heard the conversation he had just had with Mural and Wendekin.

This weird feeling of stealing from the main palace and the concubine's room became more and more serious. Vincent scratched his forehead hair in distress, but still took a deep breath and lifted the curtain blocking the carriage, and walked in.

As soon as he stepped onto the blanket covered in the carriage, Vincent sensed Caesarline's danger.

The handsome blond emperor sat silently, his blue eyes were fixedly staring at Vincent, as if he was waiting for Vincent to give him an explanation.

Vincent's footsteps paused, shaking off the weird feeling, and continued walking towards Caesarion.

Since Caesarlane followed Vincent to the underground labyrinth, it was naturally impossible for him to mix among the mages in imperial clothes.He was wearing a dark blue mage robe at the moment, which set off his blond hair and blue eyes, making him look very handsome.

Vincent was sure that among the mages gathered in this team, Caesarlane must have attracted the most attention.

Standing in front of Caesarion, Vincent looked at His Majesty the Emperor who was waiting for him to speak with his arms folded. After thinking about it, he asked, "Will you come with me to the third floor of the underground labyrinth?"

"Of course—of course I'm with you." Caesarline raised his eyebrows, but this expression made his face show a sharp arrogance that seemed to cut others: "Could it be Vincent, do you think you Can I, who has been taught by me, be unable to withstand this danger?"

"That's not what I mean. After all, your identity is different. Naturally, you have to consider the consequences in case of injury." Vincent shook his head and denied.

Caesarline looked at Vincent fixedly, with doubts in his voice: "Vincent... I don't understand, why do you deliberately use your identity to distance us?" Caesarline stood up, and he asked Taking a step closer to Vincent, his pale blue eyes looked into Vincent's black pupils, allowing Vincent to clearly see the doubts, puzzlement, and sadness on Caesarion's face.

"This is not my illusion. When we met again, you called me by an unfamiliar name. And after that, every time, Vincent, I remember very clearly, every time you pushed me away."

A dazed expression appeared on Caesarline's face: "But obviously... You taught me that even people with different identities can communicate with each other. 'Love does not distinguish between age, race, and gender.' Isn't this you Did you tell me?"

Facing Caesarline's wronged accusation, Vincent sighed, sat down, leaned his back on the soft pillow on the carriage wall, and pulled Caesarline over.

"I did say that to you." Vincent didn't deny it, because he did say that.

"But that's when the two are in love." Vincent's voice was very soft, but in Caesarion's ears, it was like a huge hammer hitting the tip of his heart.

"..." As if someone had hit him with a sap, Caesarion's face turned pale.

He bit his lower lip tightly. This young and loving young man was not overwhelmed by Vincent's words after a brief dizziness.

Vincent tilted his head slightly, avoiding Caesarion's gaze.

He was in a mess right now, but there was no doubt that Vincent cared about Caesarline.

If Vincent had been a little more self-indulgent and willful, he might have let go of the preparations he had made so far, and followed Caesar Leinju to the capital without any thought, becoming a real road that didn't need to worry about anything, just waiting for Caesar. It's enough for Ryan to finish his work and then show off his love to Xianyu.

But Vincent wasn't.

Even if he keeps laughing at himself that he is a salted fish, he wants to be a salary thief.But all the gold coins Vincent sent from the capital were useless, and they were returned intact.

What's more, after seeing Ludwig's changes, Vincent really didn't dare to entrust his trust to an emperor again.

So what if Caesarion is no longer emperor?Will Vincent be willing to change his mind and accept him?

Vincent himself thought about this possibility.

Although the possibility of Caesarion not becoming emperor is almost zero, he still imagined it this way.

If Caesarion did not embark on his glorious journey according to the path paved for him by fate, but was just an ordinary apprentice who came to study in Vincent's mage tower, then Vincent would be willing.

He and Caesarion will become life partners, supporting each other and loving each other.

But Caesarline's talent and ability are doomed, he can't just be Vincent's junior apprentice.

Caesarion is destined to be an eagle flying in the sky and a fish swimming in the sea. A character like him should be born with great glory.

And in this world, what is more worthy of Caesarlane's hands and feet than becoming the commanding height of human rights and conquering the world?

Why conquer the sky and sea?

Because they are there.

But looking at it from another angle, isn't it the emperor's Caesarline, or the Caesarline in Vincent's memory?

Vincent in this book, his favorite character is Caesarline.

Who wouldn't like this character with great talent, tragic life experience, but high ambition?

Before the time travel, Vincent also spared a few drops of time from social animal work, and wrote a character essay of nearly [-] words for the character of Caesarline.

After all, this is an unsolvable vicious circle.

Vincent was willing to accept Caesarline who was not an emperor, but Caesarline was born and destined to be an emperor in this world.

"I won't give up." After almost biting his lower lip to bleed, Caesarion spoke slowly.

Vincent was about to applaud Caesarline's persistence—if he persisted in attacking himself.

If it were any other person who is arrogant and powerful, he would either drive Vincent out of his sight impatiently, or use his power to put Vincent under house arrest—just like Luther As chosen by Vichy I.

Caesarline put his hands lightly on Vincent's shoulders, using a force that did not make him feel disgusted, so that Vincent turned his averted eyes back to Caesarline.

Caesarion's voice was very soft and shallow.But as his words unfolded, Caesarion's trembling voice gradually became calm and calm, with a firmness that Vincent could not ignore.

"I can feel it, Vincent, you have me in your heart." Caesarline bent down and rested his head on Vincent's shoulder.

Caesarion's long golden hair fell smoothly behind his back, some of it fell to his cheeks, and gently floated on Vincent's open neckline.

As if surrounded by a large lion, Vincent was wrapped in Caesarline's arms, and what he smelled in his nose was Caesarline's cool breath, and what was shaking in front of him was Golden shattered light.

Caesarline's embrace was very warm, just enough to make Vincent, who was already a little sleep-deprived, feel that he was back under the shade of a tree full of sunshine, and the sleepy bugs that had been suppressed swept back again.

"It doesn't matter, I will continue to work hard until the day when your heart is completely opened to me." Caesarline finished speaking in Vincent's ear, and then let go of Vincent.

Losing this warm embrace, a trace of regret inevitably flashed across Vincent's heart, but he forcibly suppressed the regret, not letting his face show any emotion—Vincent didn't want Caesarion to discover his shake.

After Caesarion expressed his thoughts, he became calmer. He was ready for a protracted battle.

On the contrary, Vincent was a little restless.

He frowned slightly, and set his eyes on the carpet, as if rare flowers bloomed there.

Fortunately, the carriage had already moved forward at this moment, and Caesarion also diverted his attention to the window, otherwise Vincent's red ear tips hidden under his black hair would have exposed his vacillation directly.

The carriage drove all the way to the outside of the capital along the straight and flat mainland. Vincent also calmed down, lifted the curtain hanging on the window, and looked out.

What unfolded in front of Vincent's eyes was the receding scenery, and the gray-white buildings belonging to the royal capital also disappeared.

The speed of these carriages was only a little slower than the alchemy cart developed by Vincent, and they were so stable that there was only a slight rolling sound of the carriages. They were probably advanced equipment with magic circles attached.Looking at the horses pulling the carriages, all of them are strong and fat, which is enough to see how well-equipped the team going to the underground maze is.

"This time it can be said that they came out in full force." In another carriage, Wen Dejin looked at the opened window and snorted softly.

"But it's true. After many years, an underground labyrinth of this scale has appeared again... and it was discovered by adventurers. It is indeed rare." The mage sitting in the same carriage as Wen Dejin echoed softly.

The mage who spoke had blond hair, but unlike Caesarion's golden or sun-like color, what appeared was more similar to the soft morning light.

However, if you saw the pupils in the golden eyes of this mage, you would know that this mage was actually a demihuman.

Although thanks to the efforts of the previous emperor and the current emperor, the discrimination against Asians, orcs, and alien races has been greatly reduced, but the deep-rooted concepts will not be eradicated so easily.

Especially among mages with closed systems, the discrimination against demihumans and orcs who are not very sensitive to mind and are better at melee combat than thinking is more obvious.

If other mages find out that this demi-human mage rides with Wen Dejin, the leader of the mage tower's first department, I'm afraid it will cause waves.

"Anyway, it's good that you come back, Lasat. After all, you are my family, and you don't need to care about other people's opinions!" Wen Dejin was very gentle to this mage, and his words were also full of intimacy.

The mage named Lasat smiled, but did not answer.

His robe has a hood, which can hide his obvious non-human features in crowded places.

"About the matter you and His Excellency Vincent...can you let me go?" Lasat looked at his brother with burning eyes and begged.