Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

"This..." Wen Dejin pursed his lips, unwilling.

Being able to fight side by side with Vincent like a friend or partner can be said to have become Wen Dejin's obsession.

But now it is rare to have a chance to realize the regret of Wen Dejin's youth, even if it is his blood brother who made this request, Wen Dejin is not willing.

But Lasat is the descendant of Shirley, the only female patriarch in Wen Dejin's family.

While Wendekin is too, they are not the same.

——La Salle inherited the blood of the orc, the partner of the Shirley patriarch, who was called 'Silver Fang'.

Fortunately, La Salle was lucky, and did not inherit the overly obvious furry ears or the long and slender tail.

In the end Wendejin refused, this opportunity was so rare that Wendekin didn't even know if he had the chance to see Vincent again after that.

Rejected by Windekin, Lasalle was not discouraged.

He sighed, shrugged his shoulders and said, "No, I can understand. After all, His Excellency Vincent is the target most mages look up to."

Wen Dejin smiled and nodded in agreement: "Yes, Vincent is very powerful."

The red-haired mage, who is also the target of a martial arts mage, said calmly and appreciatively: "As long as you get along with him for a while, it's hard not to like him."

"But you didn't give me this chance." Lasalle stabbed Wen Dejin indifferently, which was a small revenge for Wen Dejin's refusal to give him this rare opportunity-of course Lasalle also knew that this opportunity It's hard to come by, but if he doesn't open his mouth to try, he will feel unwilling.

"That's because you have a lot of opportunities?" Wen Dejin called Qu, "I don't want to say anything else, don't you work in the Sevier Plain, and you have more opportunities to meet Vincent and work with him than I, who had to be stationed in the capital. comminicate?"

Lasalle sighed, put his hands on his chin, and showed a distressed expression that fit his age: "In theory, that's right... But Wen Dejin, you know, His Excellency Vincent lives in seclusion, and I can see him I don’t have more time than you. But it doesn’t matter, it’s worth seeing His Excellency Vincent up close during this exploration.”

La Salle smiled, his eyes full of longing: "I don't know which carriage Vincent is in now? If I go to ask for an autograph, will he be willing to sign it for me?"

Lasalle's words made Wen Dejin's eyes flash: "Signature Vincent will probably agree, but you'd better not run around. The people here may have a deep background, and I may not be able to protect them if there is any disturbance. hold you."

And the most troublesome and least annoying person is in Vincent's carriage.

If Wen Dejin didn't notice it at first, but after talking with Vincent in his mansion, Wen Dejin still smelled the ambiguous and sticky atmosphere between Vincent and the blond emperor sitting on the throne.

"Understood." Lasalle nodded, expressing his understanding.

Soon the two mages in the carriage became quiet. In order to pass the time on the road, Wen Dejin and La Salle both took out the magic crystal and looked at their personal pages and forums.

What Wen Dejin didn't see was that on the personal interface displayed by Lasalle's magic crystal, there was a special symbol only available to insiders.

The journey to the underground labyrinth was peaceful all the way, and nothing happened, which was what most cautious mages hoped for.

Vincent had a good time on the road.

Leaving aside the high-standard treatment that Vincent received by Caesarline in his carriage, even Rem gave full play to the quality that a maid in the palace should have, and took care of Vincent and Caesarline in an orderly manner.

During this period, Rem's magic also made a qualitative leap, perhaps thanks to Vincent's unconventional teaching.

——After all, how can a mage let his apprentice learn magic and then use it to dry clothes?

Vincent had something to say about this: "This can practice your control, Rem."

In the evening, when the team stopped to rest and prepare for the night, Vincent rolled up his sleeves and began to demonstrate for Rem.

"Generally speaking, everyone thinks that the bigger the magic Willy is, the better. But that's not the case." Vincent said, as he showed Rem before, spreading his white wrists flat in mid-air middle.

"Compared to large, messy and scattered magic, small and precise magic is more suitable for combat-I mean, use." When Vincent talked about the word combat, he changed to another description.

"And this is inseparable from control." Vincent said, spreading his thumb and index finger, holding the other three fingers, and gently shaking his index finger at a branch about 100 meters away from him.

Before Rem had time to react, he heard a noise, and the tree Vincent was aiming at shook violently, and even the dense branches and leaves fell like rain as if swept by a storm.

And when Vincent took Rem to look at the tree, Rem was shocked to find that from the front, the tree was only a small hole, but if you go around the back, you will see Huge spiral wounds occupy the entire trunk.

If this blow hit the human body, wouldn't it be blood clots splattering everywhere?

Rem shuddered from her own imagination, and somewhat understood why some rumors in the capital described Mr. Vincent as a hideous and terrifying person.

"Magic can hurt, but it can also heal." Vincent said, putting his hand on the huge wound he struck, and Rem clearly saw a light green light emanating from Vincent's hand. Under the light of the green light, the tree trunk, which could hardly survive after this blow, healed the wound.

"Then what should I do?" Rem's eyes lit up, and she couldn't wait to ask.

"Practice with the wind magic that you have the highest affinity for first." Vincent said gently, and then motioned Rem to roll up one of her own clothes with wind magic: "Move it from one side to the other, move it from The unfolded state becomes this shape." Vincent rolled up a short shirt that was hanging to dry not far away, and when the short shirt came into his hands, Rem realized that the shirt was rolled into a Twist-like.

It is said that twist is just a type of shape.It also took a lot of effort for Vincent to untie the blouse and unfurl it.

"If you do this, even if you can't sever the enemy's limbs, you can still make their bodies suffer heavy blows and prevent them from attacking you."

Vincent noticed the uneasiness and resistance on Rem's face, he patted Rem's shoulder, and said softly: "You have to know, magic is just a tool, how to use it all depends on how you are as a user. I thought about it. But there is nothing wrong with improving your strength to protect yourself. The underground labyrinth we are going to is a place full of dangers, and I hope you at least have the strength to protect yourself."

"I understand, teacher." Rem bit her lower lip and nodded vigorously.

After that, Vincent sat back in the carriage and observed Rem's progress from the entrance of the carriage which was curtained up for ventilation.

Caesarion sat beside him, and in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he made some disguises.

Caesarline watched Rem's practice with Vincent for a while, and suddenly said softly: "Are you still planning to take this little girl to the underground labyrinth?"

"It's only the first floor, let her learn a lot." Vincent replied.He was leaning against the wall of the carriage, and his whole body was already sitting in the most comfortable posture, completely different from Caesarion beside him who had a straight back and was still dignified and elegant even when he was sitting on the footsteps of the carriage.

"Are you going to take her back to your mage tower?" Caesarion turned his gaze back to Vincent.

If it weren't for worrying that staring at Vincent for too long would arouse Vincent's disgust, Caesarline would not even want to give others a moment's spare time.

"In theory..." Vincent replied vaguely.

As soon as Caesarion heard this sentence, his expression obviously sank a lot, and his displeasure could be felt through that disguised face.

If Vincent really brought Rem back to the Mage Tower, leaving aside Caesarline's mood and reaction, even the people Vincent met in other places and had taught him would be unhappy.

——These numbers add up, and Vincent will spend a lot of time and effort just to deal with their complaints.

"However, I may place her in the school I established, where there are students who are about her age and have just learned about magic, so that it will be more convenient for her to make her own friends." Vincent added.

After Caesarion got the answer he wanted, he just let it go.

Since the girl named Rem would not set foot in the mage tower where he and Vincent once lived alone as an apprentice, Caesarline would not feel sour in his heart.

Until now, Caesarlan only dared to tentatively ask for some of his unique privileges with Vincent.

As the sun set, Vincent was attracted by the warm sunset.

He watched the red sun like salted egg yolk gradually being bitten off by the mountains in the distance, and couldn't help but recall his past life.

The sun in this world is almost the same as the one in the previous life, at least it is not blue, and there are not a few more suns.

Compared with the color, Vincent misses the delicacies from his previous life more.

Vincent himself is not very good at cooking, even if he has countless delicacies in his mind, he can't reproduce them by himself.

Maybe if Daniel was there, he could have tasted it.

However, Daniel should still be dealing with the follow-up of the mage assembly, so it is naturally impossible to rush to Vincent's side to cook for him.

After watching the sunset for a while, Vincent greeted Rem and told her not to practice too much, and then went back to his carriage for meditation.

This time Vincent meditated smoothly. The universe he saw showed him an unprecedented star map, and all the planetesimals were more or less offset.

Vincent watched in astonishment that in just a few days, the star map of fate had changed so dramatically, which made him frown involuntarily, looking for the reason.

Even with the identity of a time traveler, Vincent is still pessimistic about his actions to change the fate of the world.

He looked at the most dazzling and brightest star in the star map, and found that the star belonging to Caesarion had deviated from the original trajectory at some point, and came to Vincent's star of destiny, spinning and shining with his star .

The two stars that were supposed to repel each other, and might even collide with each other, are currently revolving around each other as if they are dancing together in the vast night sky.