Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

The corners of Vincent's mouth have always maintained an upturned arc, and today's wind seems to be exceptionally cool, blowing over Vincent's black hair that fell on his cheeks, and also lifted Caesarline's blond hair that fell on his shoulders.

——This wind made Vincent, who was walking behind Caesarline, clearly see Caesarline's red ear tips half covered under the blond hair.

If you talk to Caesarion now, will you see him panicking?

The evil factor in Vincent's heart seemed to be about to move, he covered his lips, trying to suppress the eagerness in his heart.

When Caesarlane was in the Mage Tower, Vincent liked to tease the future emperor of the empire. In his heart, he probably thought that he would not take advantage of the present to tease enough money. When Caesarlane became the emperor who dominated the mainland, Vincent Te has no chance.

For example, throw Caesarline deep into the foothills, and let him rely on his own strength to find his way back without harming the monsters in the deep forest at the foothills.

Another example is to send him to the lair of his old friends, and let Caesarline only use swordsmanship to fight Vincent's old friends.

Although these exercises were a bit difficult for Caesarline, Caesarline completed them beyond Vincent's expectations every time.

And just as Vincent expected, Caesarline was exercising his skills and abilities to the maximum.

"I'm done! Your Excellency Vincent!" Vincent still remembers that when Caesarion had a slight advantage over his old friend who was good at sword skills in the battle, he smiled at himself floating in the air with his chin on his hands The appearance of shouting.

Although Caesarion was sweating profusely and had wounds cut by the knife on his face, his confident and proud appearance was indeed extremely dazzling.

Not to mention that Caesar Caesarlane was also running towards Vincent in the air excitedly with his sword in his hand. It seemed that Caesarlane didn't even notice that his expression at this moment was full of "please praise!"

But of course Vincent would not be as simple as Caesarline wished.

Although Caesarline ranked No. 1 in Vincent's mind in terms of talent, ability, and learning attitude, Vincent rarely praised Caesarline.

On the contrary, Caesarline mustered up his energy, as if he wanted Vincent to admit his strength, and worked harder.

Often when Vincent woke up, he would see Caesarline practicing swordsmanship hard, and when Vincent was about to go to sleep, he would see Caesarline swimming in the sea of ​​books, recording knowledge that he did not understand.

However, Vincent seemed to have changed from being so gentle towards other people, and became extremely stingy, and still rarely said words to praise Caesarion.

"Are you being too strict with that human child?" Vincent heard his old friend say this to him in the warm and dry lair.

Although Caesarion had gained the upper hand in the battle, he was obviously too tired to walk, and was falling asleep beside him at the moment.

Vincent raised his head expressionlessly and snapped his fingers.

The power of magic surrounded Vincent's body, and with his thoughts, branches grew from the dry ground, and sweet fruits were growing on them.

"Even if you use fruit to gag me, I still have to say it." The old friend's obviously inhuman golden vertical eyes stared at Vincent, he looked at Vincent puzzled, and continued: "I remember You don’t have such a temper. When you came here to teach me magic before, you mainly encouraged me. At this age, it’s already amazing that this kid can fight against me. Why don’t you Praise him? Obviously this afternoon, he ran towards you, his eyes were shining."

"Caesarline's strength and progress are obvious to all, so I don't need to praise him? And haven't you already praised him today?" Vincent snorted softly, seeing that his old friend didn't take the fruit he had grown. , so he picked a juicy and red fruit by himself, opened his mouth and took a bite.

The crisp and sweet flesh made a crisp sound when it was bitten off by the teeth, but it still couldn't stop the voice of the old friend: "But obviously, for that kid, the thousands of compliments and compliments from other people can't compare to you Just a word. Vincent, what are you messing with? This doesn't look like you at all."

Vincent was startled, stopped nibbling on the fruit silently, frowned and asked, "Do I look like I'm having a fight?"

"At least in my opinion, you are just making trouble." The old friend affirmed, "For that human child, it is probably very disappointing that there is no way to get a word of affirmation from the teacher he admires. And you should understand Caesarion's temperament He is deeper than me, and I can see that his character is stubborn and firm. Aren't you afraid that he will get into a dead end and become obsessed? I don't want to see such a good seedling fall because of such obsession."

"...I don't think he would become obsessed with this kind of thing and fall." Vincent couldn't help rubbing his hair, wondering if he had really done too much?

"I can only see something hidden in your heart, probably related to that child. Praise that child more, after all, your lifespan is longer than most humans in this world, Vincent. You The ones you care about are not so important in a long time." The old friend shook his head while talking, and picked a fruit from the fruit tree.

"This child, maybe he can accompany you to the end."

"..." Vincent did not reply to the old friend's words, and the cave fell into silence again, only Caesarline's steady and even breathing was the clearest.

After a long while, Vincent let out a long sigh: "I know, but there are always some things that even a long life attaches great importance to. But thank you for telling me, I'm probably the one who got into the horns..."

It's actually pretty incredible that Vincent hasn't fallen asleep at this point.

Although Vincent's schedule was not stable, his sleep time was a steady nine hours.

But now the stars outside the cave were tiredly hidden behind the clouds, but Vincent didn't show any signs of going to sleep.

At this time, Vincent had already begun to be disturbed by specific dreams, causing him to resist the sleep time that originally made him happy.

Vincent rubbed the blue eyes below, and muttered to himself, "Is it me who was trapped..."

The old friend's words woke up Vincent, who was about to go astray. He smiled gratefully at his old friend, and he no longer resisted the coming dream.

When he left his old friend's lair the next day, Vincent asked Caesarline to find his way back from the depths of the mountain, but he himself sat on a magic flying carpet to hide his body and followed Caesarline from a distance.

——After all, Vincent didn't really want Caesarlane to die here.

Vincent watched Caesarline working hard to move forward from afar. His tall and straight body carried the vigor of a young man, similar but not similar to the ambitious and cold emperor in Vincent's dream.

Vincent pulled away his personal emotions and watched Caesarline from the perspective of a bystander.

Vincent watched Caesarline drive away monsters with swordsmanship and magic, and watched Caesarline use the knowledge he taught to identify directions and find food.

And Caesarline still broke Vincent's rule of 'no harm to Warcraft'.

——Because in order to save a dwarf girl who strayed into the deep forest at the foot of the mountain, in desperation, he cut off the head of the demonic beast that was looking for the mouth of hunger of this obviously frightened lover girl.

Vincent's eyes widened slightly. He watched Caesarion comfort the dwarf girl clumsily, and even enthusiastically brought food and herbs for her. Finally, he deviated from the route and took a detour to send the girl back.

Perhaps it was at that time that Vincent changed his awkward mentality.

"It looks like I've got into a dead end." Vincent smiled wryly.

When Caesarlane first came to the Mage Tower, he always had the attitude of 'use what is useful and despise what is not useful' towards non-human races.But now, he subconsciously rescued the dwarf girl who had strayed in, even healed her sprained ankle and sent her home.

For the former Caesar, it was almost impossible to happen.

But it did happen.

Now that Caesarion has been gradually changing, isn't Vincent unable to resist the brainwashing brought about by continuous dreams?

Vincent didn't want to lose to Caesarion.

Although the dream still troubled Vincent, Vincent had learned to separate Caesarline on his side from the Caesarline in the dream.

But Vincent did not expect that Caesarion would actually have a heart of admiration for him.

Until now, when Vincent saw the red tips of Caesarion's ears facing him, he suddenly had a real feeling.

——Ah, Caesarion really likes me.

And Caesarline even used the techniques in routine novels that he never read to pursue him.

The city wall that Vincent poured around the atrium has cracked, and the only one who has passed through the moat is Caesarlane.

I am afraid that Caesarline is the only one who can finally enter Vincent's soft heart through the city wall.

While thinking about the youthful Caesarline with a particularly vivid expression in the past, Vincent looked at Caesarline's red ears exposed under the blond hair fluttering when he walked.

Until they entered the underground labyrinth and saw Wen Dejin and Mural who were ready on the first floor, Vincent still kept a happy smile on his face from the sideways of the two mages.

Mural saw the smile on Vincent's face, and also saw Caesarline's red ears—Caesarline's camouflage was not so tight that even the ears were disguised.

Mural's heart sank, and he reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth to greet them: "Your Excellency Vincent...and Your Excellency Caesarlane, good morning."

"Morning." Vincent nodded towards Mural and Wendekin, and the happy smile on his face turned into a serious look at work.

"I'll go in with him later, and wait for some familiars to investigate. Because I don't know how long I'll stay inside—after all, it's the first time I've seen such a hand-crafted underground labyrinth. If we haven't come out... "Vincent looked at Mural and Wendekin, "Do you know what to do?"

Wen Dejin nodded, indicating that he knew: "Understood, but anyway, I hope you return safely."

"I would like to borrow your good words." Vincent replied with a smile.