Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

Vincent's lips parted slightly, and for a few seconds he really wanted to tell Caesarlane everything.

Vincent has always been so calm and cold, but only facing Caesarline, his heart, which is always watching the world with cold eyes, seems unable to maintain the calm it should be.

But when he wanted to tell Caesarline about the established destiny, he was not resisting Caesarline, but the meaning of the position that Caesarline sat.

But this was quickly stopped by reason.

"...I can't tell you right now." Vincent exhaled from his chest, expelling all the suffocation accumulated in the atrium.

Vincent took the hot soup from Caesarion, blew on it lightly, and took a sip of the fragrant broth.

Caesarline saw Vincent's vacillation when he almost opened his defense. He originally wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but before he could launch an attack, Vincent completely closed the fleeting gap.

Perhaps because of the complicated thoughts, Vincent only tasted the deliciousness and the slight smell of spices, but he didn't realize how different the dinner Caesarion cooked for Vincent from the one he made for Vincent when he was in the Mage Tower. improvement.

Caesarline thoughtfully took the empty bowl from Vincent's hand, and let Vincent go back to the carriage to rest first.

At this time, the night was getting late, and the wind wandering in this jungle carried a gloomy chill, and the figures staying in front of the other carriages also returned to their own carriages one after another.

"What about you?" Vincent stood up and asked Caesarline.

"I'll go and pack these things and I'll be back." Caesarline smiled at Vincent, and raised the empty tableware in his hand to him.

"..." Vincent really wanted to say that Caesarline didn't have to do this, but when he met Caesarline's eyes, Vincent swallowed the rest of his words.

Vincent rubbed his hair and could only say: "Thank you for your hard work."

When Caesarion heard these words, a faint smile appeared on his disguised face. He nodded towards Vincent, then turned and walked towards the lake.

Vincent looked away, turned and entered the carriage.

Caesarline might contact his subordinates who are still in the capital during this gap. After all, even if the arrangements are made, there are still some important matters that need to be discussed with the civil servants.

——and so did Vincent.

After he got into the carriage, he tapped his finger on the curtain that fell back.

After Vincent's action, a light blue light shrouded the curtain like a solid wall.If Caesarion came back, Vincent could also react in time.

After Vincent finished this action, he looked at the visitor who appeared silently in the carriage just one step ahead of him.

"Who are you?" Vincent raised his eyes and looked at the man in the black robe hiding in the corner with a hood.

"Your Excellency Vincent." The man in black took off his hood, exposing his face to Vincent's cold gaze.

"I'm Lasat Bubber, a student of Mr. Sissier." He said, showing Vincent the logo of his personal page on the magic crystal that proved his identity.

When Vincent heard the name of an acquaintance, his cold eyes moved slightly.

He strode towards the visitor who called himself Lasat, but Lasat took a step back.

Vincent confirmed that the sign was not a fake, so he sat down a few steps away from Lasat, smiled slightly, and his tone was still calm and indifferent: "Say."

Concise and concise, let Lasat, who was a little terrified because of his talent, heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

He quietly glanced at Vincent's handsome side face, and then began to report the information and intelligence he had received to the 'reason' for returning to the capital and Wen Dejin at this time.

That's right, this young mage who has a close relationship with Wen Dejin is exactly under Vincent's command.

Vincent listened to Lasat telling him the information Wen Dejin told him without hesitation, without hiding anything.

In fact, what stood between Vincent and Caesarline was the force established by Vincent.

With the Seville Plain as the center and radiating in all directions, Vincent didn't even know how many people were trained to go to various places and become stars rooted in every corner.

Once what Vincent once dreamed of becomes a reality, these seeds of fire that have been sown can be preserved to the maximum extent, so that Vincent's friends of other races will not be forced to have nowhere to go.

If Vincent's friends were all non-dangerous aliens, perhaps even if Caesarion conquered the continent, there would be no trouble.

However, the foreign races that Vincent became friends with were all arrogant, unwilling to be inferior to others, and had strong abilities. Unless they were forced into a desperate situation, it was really hard for Vincent to imagine that they would obey Caesarlane.

In the original world line, these aliens did fight Caesarline to the end.Until the Seville Plain and Caesarion faced each other, they sacrificed their lives in order to protect the last safe place.

But someone betrayed Vincent and Sevier Plain, otherwise, Vincent in the original world line could protect Sevier for several more years.

——Someone cooperated with Caesarline and completely broke through this tough plain that the Griffin Legion privately called the 'turtle shell'.

But Vincent didn't know who was the one who betrayed, otherwise he would have been caught and driven away long ago.

Now that the future in the star chart has changed, does it mean that such a hopeless and sad future will not come?

Can Vincent try to face his heart's desire and accept Caesarion?

However, no emperor would like to have such a dangerous force in his territory and sight.

Vincent asked himself, if he was really with Caesarline, what would Caesarline do if he knew his power?

Whether it is disbanding Vincent or handing over this power to Caesarline, Vincent can't do it.

After all, Vincent still has a heartfelt distrust of the person sitting on the throne.

Despite thinking about these things in his heart, Vincent still did not miss the information that Lasseter reported to him.

He is the person who arrived after Vincent came to the capital. Originally, his purpose was only this underground labyrinth that suddenly appeared. As the blood of Wen Dejin, the leader of the mage tower, no one is more suitable for this task than Lasat.

But no one expected that Vincent, the spiritual leader of Seville Plain, would stay in the capital after the coronation ceremony.

Worried about Vincent's safety, he temporarily added a new task to Lhasater.

That is to provide any help for Vincent when Vincent needs it.

Although Lasat himself felt that His Excellency Vincent might not need much help from himself who was weaker than him, this was a rare opportunity to communicate with Vincent for such a long time and such a short distance.

"Thank you." Vincent nodded. In addition to some information he already knew, there were also some information that Vincent had not heard.Although this information is far from a treasure, it might come in handy someday.

"It's my honor to do my best for His Excellency Vincent." Lassat bowed slightly to Vincent, then carefully raised his eyes to look at the Hyperian mage with a calm expression as if he was thinking about something.

Lasat naturally knew that the person who was with His Excellency Vincent just now was His Majesty the current emperor in disguise, and the curiosity of young people also made him want to explore why His Excellency Vincent was with Caesarline. Together.

But compared to this little heart of gossip, Lasat is more curious about Vincent himself.

He had heard many legends about Vincent in the plains of Seville, but what could compare to what he saw and heard with his own eyes?

"Then I'll go back to my carriage first. His Majesty the Emperor seems to be coming back." Lassalle moved his ears and said to Vincent.

Although he doesn't have the furry ears of demihumans and orcs, perhaps because of his blood, his sense of hearing and smell is much stronger than other humans.

"You go back." Vincent nodded, and Lasat took back the hood, chanted a spell, and the teleportation magic circle came out in response, engulfing his body.

After Vincent confirmed that Lasat had disappeared, he raised his hand and waved it on the curtain in front of him. The magic that was originally locked on the fabric shattered, leaving a little bit of fluorescence, which quickly disappeared with the evening wind blowing in. without a trace.

Vincent waited for a while before he heard the sound of Caesarion approaching from far to near.

Caesarline walked in with the dewy breath of the night. Vincent watched as Caesarline was busy getting the bedding ready, and returned to the mage tower in a daze. , he thoughtfully and skillfully prepared everything for Vincent.

Vincent moved his fingers, and a wave of magic flashed between his fingers. The floating magic helped speed up the progress of rolling out the bedding.

Until both of them were lying on the bedding, the silence and the starlight outside the window lingered in the carriage.

Vincent stuffed himself in the bedding, and the slightly puffed pillow was a bit hard.

But compared to the uncomfortable bedding, the silence that left Vincent wondering what to do was the root cause of his inability to sleep peacefully.

Vincent changed his posture, from lying on his back to lying on his side with his back facing Caesarion, as if this could completely calm his shaky and chaotic thoughts.

Vincent thought of Caesarline's affectionate blue eyes for a while, and then thought of the pair of affectionate blue eyes in the dream turned into a coldness full of conquest.

In these thoughts, Vincent gradually fell into a deep sleep.

On the contrary, Caesarline, when Vincent turned his back to him, opened his eyes and looked at Vincent's back in the dim light.

Vincent's black hair slid aside because of the movement, revealing a small section of his white neck.

Caesarline is different from Vincent, the current environment is already more comfortable than the area where he used to play.

Caesarion listened to Vincent's gradual and steady breathing, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Although Vincent is a magician with no power to restrain a chicken, he still has the vigilance he should have.

In such an environment, falling asleep so peacefully, does it mean that Vincent still trusts Caesarion in a deep consciousness that he has not discovered?

Just getting this confirmation, Caesarion closed his eyes contentedly, preparing for the next stage of confirmation.