Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

Vincent had to admit that the owner of this underground labyrinth was really powerful.

Can think of the entrance of the labyrinth that everyone covets, and according to the predatory characteristics of monsters, set the entrance of the underground labyrinth on the body of the monster. Even in the era when talents came out in large numbers and the strong were as many as dogs, I am afraid it is by no means common. generation.

However, from the various signs that appeared in this underground labyrinth, I am afraid that the owner of this labyrinth is a non-human race, and the possibility of having wings is the highest.

Although the entrance to the third floor has been discovered, such an entrance is indeed too shocking for others. Even if Vincent tells the truth, not many people will believe it.

——Caesarline may still be an exception.Vincent understands him, this proud man who was educated and brought up by him will never be trapped by common sense and rules.

After careful consideration, Vincent used this persuasive method to make Wendekin and Mural, who are in charge, accept this too terrifying entrance position.

As expected by Vincent, Caesarline's sensitivity and ability to accept are much stronger than these two famous mages.

He is worthy of being the son of heaven who is loved by this world.

Although still unbelievable, Mural and Wen Dejin are not stubborn people.

Wen Dejin said: "This is indeed too bizarre. I'm afraid we can only believe it after seeing it with our own eyes."

The same is true for Mural, with a wry smile on his handsome face: "Even if we believe... other mages and explorers may not be willing to believe it."

This is indeed a problem.

Vincent was not surprised.

He nodded and said lightly: "Tomorrow I will go in and check first."

"I'll go with you." Caesarline looked at Vincent and said without doubt.

"But..." Mural couldn't help showing a dissuading look, but when he saw the look on Caesarline's face, he knew that Caesarline had made up his mind, and no one could stop him.

Mural also wanted to say that I would go with Vincent, but his worries about the mages under his command and the location of the entrance made him feel stuck in his throat.

And Mural also missed the best opportunity to speak.

His heart was like a glass bottle full of stones, sinking slowly into the bottomless lake, while the bubbles that bubbled out from the mouth of the glass bottle were constantly gushing out from Mural's heart. upset.

Mural smiled wryly and closed his hot eyes, heaving a long sigh inwardly.

He knew that he might never be able to cross the special boundary with Vincent.

In fact, perhaps Caesarlane was the only one who really crossed that boundary and walked into Vincent's heavily guarded heart.

Mural swallowed what seemed to be a stone stuck in his throat, forcing himself to come out of the lost emotion.

"Then... please both of you."

Seemingly aware of Mural's true thoughts, Caesarline glanced over from the corner of his eye—Mural's blood seemed to be frozen by the glance.

Caesarion's eyes were raised slightly, even though it was just a slight glance, Mural could read the pity revealed in the blue.

Pity himself who will never be able to get Vincent's favor?

Mural's hand was covered under his mage's robe, and his well-manicured nails sank into his palm. The pain from the pain prevented him from making any ugly disrespectful behavior.

On the other hand, Caesarline snorted softly when he caught a glimpse of the ashen and defeated face of Mural who was always courting Vincent.

Although he didn't think that Mural or Wen Dejin, who seemed to have a close relationship with Vincent, would be his opponent, but Caesarline was happy to let potential rivals know that they had no chance of winning.

Vincent didn't pay attention to the turbulent waves of Caesarion and others. He was thinking that what he was carrying was not enough, and he had to add some more.

Necessary food, powerful scrolls and magic carpets as a means of movement...

Vincent recalled that he had strayed into the underground labyrinth where Burris the Eagle was located due to insufficient preparation. The tragedy that happened during that time left a deep psychological shadow on Vincent.

Being chased by monsters and carefully avoiding those endless traps is just a trivial matter.When Vincent couldn't find an exit and the food was running low, he even had to use monsters as food for nutrition.

Vincent forced himself to swallow the not-so-tasty dried firewood meat, but what saddened Vincent the most was that there was no water source in that underground labyrinth, and the water he brought was only enough to keep him from dying of thirst the point.

If he hadn't come to the palace where Burris was by mistake, Vincent felt that he might not be able to help but run away, and he would have given up the knowledge and treasures of the underground labyrinth.

Just in case, scrolls that do not require magic power triggers must be brought. If the third layer isolates the magic power, then a salty fish like Vincent with only excellent mana can only be slaughtered.

Wendekin and Mural had already bid farewell and left to make preparations, while Vincent sat on the carpet of his carriage, opened his space ring to check his inventory.

In the small compartment displayed by the space ring, Vincent counted more than 300 books and more than 100 magic scrolls of each department.Vincent used less magic scrolls. According to his current mana stock and how close he is to the elemental elves, simple water magic can also produce the same effect as expensive and powerful magic scrolls.

The space ring cannot hold living things, and the time of the items placed in it is almost static, which also allows this ring to store and keep some food.After going through the experience of entering the underground labyrinth unprepared, Vincent was used to preparing enough food to put in the ring.

Drinkable water is also placed with the food, slightly more than the food.

In addition to some necessary things, among Vincent's other compartments, the most placed are some alchemy products he has researched over the years.

Just like the drone that explored the second floor before, Vincent realized that this product could not appear now, so he could only put it in his space ring.

After all, there are only a handful of people in this world who can pass Vincent to open this space ring.

And there are almost no people who can break through the mage tower built by Vincent and come to Vincent.

Counting his inventory, Vincent felt the satisfaction of squirrels hoarding pine cones in winter.

The necessary food and water are sufficient, and there are also moving tools. Whether it is a lost magic blanket or a car or boat that can be moved with enough electricity, Vincent has put them in the space ring.

The number of magic scrolls may not be enough. Considering the possibility of going to a forbidden place, Vincent decided to rush to make some more scrolls tonight.

Naturally, Vincent also carried the materials for making the scrolls with him.

It can be said that as long as Vincent is willing and given enough time, Vincent can build a base that is only slightly inferior to his mage tower.

Caesarline pulled up the curtain of the carriage for Vincent, and saw that Vincent had taken out the materials and began to draw the scroll carefully, and then used magic to store the released magic power into the scroll.

"Do you need help?" Of course, Caesarline couldn't just stand by. He stepped forward, picked up a blank scroll, and asked Vincent, who was writing like a fly.

"It would be great if you are willing to help. Everything is by the side, just follow the method I taught you to draw. If you don't remember, just ask me." Vincent ordered without looking up.

He is now devoting all his attention to drawing the magic scrolls, and those blank scrolls are filled with repeated magic spells with dark pen and ink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Now he is very comfortable in summoning Caesarline, which makes Caesarline nostalgicly recalling the days when he was still in Vincent's Mage Tower, and he was summoned by Vincent in the same way.

But Caesarion was content.

Although Vincent could call him, just like drawing the magic scroll at this moment, what Vincent gave Caesarlane to do was something that could enhance his strength and strength.

Without the alienation before, without the indifference that made Caesarline feel unwilling, the current Vincent is almost the same as the Vincent in Caesarline's memory.

With a smile on the corner of Caesarline's mouth, the potential rival left the stage sadly, Vincent's attitude towards himself gradually softened, and the true face of this underground labyrinth will also be presented in front of Caesarline. It can be said that he left the capital in a different way during this trip Most of the purpose has been achieved.

Vincent and Caesarline have been busy for a while, Vincent already knew it by heart, and Caesarline quickly recovered his touch after being jerky at the beginning, and his speed has also increased to a speed that would make other mages dumbfounded if he passed it out. degree.

"The quantity is enough." Vincent rubbed his swollen eyes, moved his sore wrist, and yawned lazily.

"It's getting late, get some rest."

Vincent didn't realize that he was getting more and more used to Caesarline being by his side.

This was of course because he was away from home, and Vincent had to accommodate due to external factors.

But for Vincent, it was just a return to the days when Caesarline was still by his side from the days without Caesarline by his side.

The lights in the carriage were quickly extinguished, and Caesarline's bedding was leaning against Vincent's bedding.

The distance between the two bedding sets has been greatly reduced compared to the distance they were placed at the beginning.

If we talk about the distance at the beginning, Caesarline could only see Vincent's black hair and a small piece of skin in dim light.

But now, Caesarion could smell Vincent's unique incense, and his cheeks gently rising and falling as he breathed.

So soft, so fair, Caesarion could even recall the touch when his lips fell on that piece of skin.

Caesarline raised his lips quietly: As he expected, Vincent had very low resistance to this kind of subtle temptation.But it's true, Vincent has always been a person who takes soft things but not tough ones.

Vincent is a very gentle person. Although he is sometimes arrogant and sometimes unreasonable, Vincent's gentle nature makes him unable to refuse people who treat him well.

This is Vincent's strength, but also Vincent's greatest weakness.

But Kaiserline was happy that Vincent allowed him to take advantage of it.