Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

No matter how much Vincent resisted, the alchemy car he made was worthy of the master's hard work, and reached the capital within the specified time.

Perhaps Caesarline had been a sorcerer's apprentice with Vincent. Even though he had been ordered by Vincent confidently, Caesarline probably maintained the lowest respect and did not attack his sorcerer's tower by bullying his ancestors.

At least Vincent's hometown in this world line was not attacked by the Caesarion Griffon Legion, which made Vincent, who had planned for the worst, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

——After all, wars never end well once they start.

It begins with intrigue, calculation, and grief, and ends with blood, death, and tears.

Being able to avoid the war was really the best news he got after knowing that he had traveled to the book.

After driving across the wide river flowing around the royal capital, the city that has been praised countless times by the world - Roland stood before their eyes.

Roland, the capital of the kingdom, is worthy of its reputation. The buildings here are as beautiful as jade, and the white walls and purple bricks are built one after another.

Blooming flowers and straight trees line both sides of the spacious gray stone-paved streets, bringing fragrance and cool shade to passers-by.

Regardless of their attire or mental outlook, it can be seen that the people of the capital are superior and richer than other places in terms of material life and spirituality.

Vincent's alchemy car stopped not far from the city gate, and a lot of people had already gathered at the main city gate. These were civilians who were waiting for inspection before entering the city.

"From here on, you can no longer use the Alchemy Car, Your Excellency." Daniel said to Vincent.

"I know." Vincent scratched his hair and replied.

The royal capital is the heart of the country, so it is naturally impossible to allow these dangerous alchemy products to enter the city in a big way.

Vincent sat up slowly from the cushion, and began to tidy up his messy robes because he was lying too comfortably.

After tidying up the skirt and hem, and fastening the belt, Vincent found himself habitually taking off his socks and boots, and stepping on the thick and soft fur blanket with his bare ankles.

The well-maintained soles rubbed against the delicate fur, making Vincent's soles so comfortable that he didn't even want to move.

Although Vincent didn't need to be crowded at the gate of the city like the civilians waiting in line, after careful calculation, Vincent seemed to have not been in contact with the crowd for almost ten years.

After being distressed for a while, Vincent didn't bother to think about it: "Daniel, I will leave the matter of entering the city to you."

The familiar Daniel, who was suddenly given the order, looked as usual, with a gentle smile on his handsome face: "I see, Your Excellency, please leave it to me."

The humanoid familiar paused for a moment, then continued calmly: "However, Your Excellency, I think there is one more important thing to do before I go through the formalities for entering the city."

"Huh? What is it?" Vincent tilted his head in doubt, and began to wonder if he forgot to do something important?

Questions quickly flashed through Vincent's mind: Did he turn off the machinery in the laboratory before going out? Could it be that he forgot to say hello to his neighbors in the forest when he went out?Or is it that the old friend deep in the foothills wants to follow his scent?

Ah, if it is the latter matter, it is indeed a very urgent matter.

Vincent didn't want those old friends to make a fuss in the capital, and he must be the one to clean up the mess in the end.

Daniel naturally didn't know where his master's thoughts had gone. He sighed helplessly, and knelt down on one knee in front of Vincent: "You forgot to put on your shoes again."

The handsome human-shaped fiend muttered, "How many times have I told you that even if you like to go barefoot, you can't let your noble feet step on the dust."

"You're exaggerating, Daniel." Vincent curled his lips.

But before Vincent could say anything, Daniel had already taken the initiative to pick up the boots on the side and began to put them on for Vincent.

Daniel's action made Vincent startled, as if he had returned to his mage's tower. The vicious and considerate familiar in front of him was still taking care of everything for him while complaining about him when the sun was rising. .

But after Daniel put on the Warcraft boots for Vincent, the black-haired mage came back to his senses. He had come to Roland, the capital of the king, and not his own mage tower on the Seville Plain.

"It's really troublesome, hurry up and go back." Vincent stepped off the alchemy car, and put the low-key and luxurious black car he built into the space ring.

Stepping on the familiar bluestone slab again, it would be a lie to say that there is no feeling, but Vincent has already learned to sort out these emotions, and then focus on more important things.

"Then I'm going to go through the formalities for entering the city. Your Excellency, please wait here for a while." After a pause, Daniel emphasized again: "Please don't talk to people you don't know, and don't walk away with strangers."

"I'm not a kid, Daniel. Although I'm not good at force, I'm a genius mage." Vincent couldn't laugh or cry, probably because he indulged Daniel too much, or as the master, he didn't set up the ideals. Some majesty made the familiar treat him like a child who needed special instructions.

"If you're really worried, hurry up and finish the formalities for entering the city and come pick me up." Vincent smiled helplessly and told Daniel to go back quickly.

The place where he was standing at the moment was some distance away from the gate of the city, and the side door where he was now was the passage for dignitaries of a certain status and mages and warriors to enter and exit quickly.

Vincent didn't have to wait long, and Daniel finished all the formalities and walked quickly to greet his master.

"What are you looking at?" Daniel noticed that Vincent's gaze rested on the sweaty civilians waiting to enter the city not far away, and he couldn't help asking softly.

"It's nothing, I just looked at them and remembered that I also entered the city in that team a long time ago." Vincent shook his head and looked away.

After walking through the doors that were opened for them and passing through the thick city walls, what Vincent saw was a street full of people.

There are so many stalls and pedestrians just near the city gate, which shows the vitality of the capital.

"As expected of a king's capital, the people seem to be living well." Daniel stood behind Vincent's right, his violet eyes swept across those people who were clearly dressed as civilians, but were still more respectable than the people in Seville Township. For the fashionable and exquisite people, he sighed softly.

"If the people here are all in rags and don't have enough to eat, then the entire empire will probably collapse." Vincent and Daniel didn't plan to delve into this issue, after all, their purpose was to participate in the new emperor's majesty enthronement ceremony.

Who knows how many pairs of eyes Wang has staring at them.

Although the Mage Association controls most of the mages, there are very few who directly obey the royal court.

Every mage has a huge combat power, and Caesarline probably sent the invitation letter with the idea of ​​using this part of the combat power for his own use.

When he wanted to understand this, Vincent breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, at least it was not a special treatment for him, and it seemed that the possibility of returning to his mage tower safely had increased.

But just now, Vincent has met many acquaintances.

Just now Vincent caught a glimpse of an acquaintance who entered the city ahead of him - Wen Dejin Bober, a former mage academy junior.When studying at the Master Academy, Vincent was usually the number one in the grade, and the 'forever No.2' was always following Vincent.

I won’t go into details about the relationship between Vincent and this Wen Dejin Bober for the time being.

What made Vincent a little helpless was that the sandy-haired young man at the end of the street who was about to turn a corner was the disciple of a mage who had accidentally refuted the other party before he was expelled.

Vincent still vividly remembers the appearance of that young man named Mural staring at him with red eyes and murderous look on his face.

It's a pity that that handsome and fair face is obviously the type that can easily win the love and admiration of all women, what a waste of money.

What Vincent still remembers quite clearly is that this young man of Mural, a good apprentice of the old mage, stared at himself as if he was about to swallow him and let out a hoarse growl: "I swear to the God of Dharma—— I will definitely defeat you with my own hands, and let you taste the bitter fruit of failure!"

Vincent didn't regret that he had refuted that mage. The only thing he regretted was that he could not be so radical, maybe he could make gradual progress, so that he wouldn't let the venerable mage fall sharply, or even have some troubles. Life is in danger.

——Truth comes with dangers, but Vincent doesn't want to hurt any intelligent life if possible.

Whether he is naive or weak, he has established the most basic values ​​and worldview in a civilized society. Vincent is different from the mages and nobles in this world who regard human life as nothing.

Because of this, the old friends in the foothills have ridiculed, "You are really pure and kind", "Be careful that you will be used by people with ulterior motives", "We will not save you at that time—but if you If you cry and beg my uncle, you can consider it" and other words.

Vincent went in one ear and out the other, and directly filtered these words into: "You have to be careful not to be used by others." "If you are caught, I will rescue you immediately."

Vincent has already experienced the hard-talking and duplicity of his friends.

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