Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

The appearance of these acquaintances represented that Caesarion really wanted to subdue the mages.

If Wen Dejin represents the mage force with the mage tower, then Mural represents the mage force rooted in the mage association.

Although people usually classify them into one category, they actually have two different spheres of influence.

If Caesarlane wanted to make these proud and powerful mages willing to work for him, he would probably have to put a lot of thought into it.

However, there were only a few things the mages asked for. According to Caesarline's keen personality, it was probably easy to find the right medicine.

Vincent didn't keep his eyes on him for too long. These mages all have extremely keen senses. Staring too directly will only attract their attention, and this is completely different from Vincent who just wants to complete the ceremony quietly and then slip away. Going back to his mage tower is contrary to his plan.

"What's the matter, Your Excellency?" Daniel asked out loud when he noticed Vincent's distraction.

"It's nothing, let's go, now we have to find a hotel to stay." Vincent became distressed when he mentioned this.

Originally, as a mage, he shouldn't have to bother to find a place to stay. The travel house of the adventurer's guild or the accommodation provided by the mage association are notoriously comfortable, and there are also great discounts for mages.

But Vincent has already been expelled, and the Adventurer's Guild, which has made friends with the Mage Guild, naturally put his name on the blacklist.

Vincent, who didn't care much about this at first, finally realized the pain of being expelled from the Mage Association today after a long time.

But it's just this one time, so let's bear with it for the time being.

But standing still was not an option, Vincent continued to walk along the street towards the city center with pulsating footsteps, and began to recall where there was a comfortable hotel in the capital.

But before they walked for long, Vincent and Daniel were blocked by someone: "Excuse me—are you Master Hyperion?"

The people who spoke to them were wearing pure white gold-gilded military uniforms, and the delicate cloth fit their bodies properly and symmetrically, allowing the slender and strong body to be displayed in the most handsome posture in front of people.

Vincent looked familiar with this costume.

"I am Hyperion." Vincent replied with a flat face.

Daniel glanced at Vincent's expression, his complexion was slightly gloomy, and the hand that was originally placed on the side of his body moved his fingers lightly, and a small magic spell condensed into shape. , Daniel is sure to get rid of them in an instant.

Vincent noticed the subtle fluctuations in the magic power, but he didn't stop Daniel's vigilance. After all, these soldiers in pure white uniforms were indeed the most difficult group.

He looked at the people who stopped them, and continued: "Your Excellencies of the Emperor's Griffin Legion, what do you want me to do?"

The leader of the blond soldier was startled, and finally showed a gentle smile to Vincent: "Please don't misunderstand, Your Excellency Hyperion, we are just following His Majesty's order to welcome you to the annex for accommodation."

"Accommodation in the other building?" Vincent raised his eyebrows slightly in astonishment. He looked back at the blue eyes of the blond soldier inquiringly, but got a sure reply from the handsome young man's face.

It's actually true...

What was Caesarion thinking?

Could it be to give the former teacher a little convenience?

Although Vincent said he was worried that Caesarline would wear small shoes for him, he was actually quite sure that Caesarline was a talented and carefree hero, and he would not care about such things.

But such special treatment made Vincent a little uneasy.

What is the annex? It is the territory of the royal family. Although Vincent wanted to find a more comfortable hotel, but the direct upgrade to the royal annex is too big a leap?

Moreover, the person sent to meet him was actually a member of the most valued Griffon Legion. Judging by the medal pinned to the collar of the blond young man who was the leader, he might not have a low status.

"What if I say, I'm not going?" Vincent blinked, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said to the blond young man.

The blond young man was stunned, as if he hadn't thought that he would be rejected, and the soldiers behind him also made a commotion.

"Then I'm afraid it will be very distressing." The blond young man frowned slightly, showing a wry smile: "If I can't even complete such a small order from Your Majesty, I'm afraid my evaluation from Your Majesty will become very low."

"However, what does it have to do with me that your evaluation with the emperor has become lower?" Vincent pointed out bitterly.

It wasn't that he deliberately made things difficult for the blond soldier, but that Vincent really didn't want to have anything to do with the royal family anymore.

"Your Excellency Weilandon! This is obviously Hyperion deliberately embarrassing you!" The subordinates of the blond soldier named Weilandon were already dissatisfied.

They glared displeasedly at the black-haired mage who was ungrateful at all, and felt wronged for their chief from the bottom of their hearts: "It's such a good thing to be invited by His Majesty to stay in the annex—"

"Enough!" Vilandon sternly stopped the dissatisfied complaints of his subordinates. His prestige was very strong, and with just this one sound, those subordinates who followed him quickly fell silent.

Vincent looked at Vilandon calmly and reprimanded his subordinates: "It is His Majesty's kindness to invite His Excellency Hyperion, and His Excellency Hyperion has the right to refuse."

After reprimanding his subordinates, the handsome and upright Vilandon softened his eyebrows and said pleadingly to Vincent: "Perhaps you have some concerns that make you unwilling to accept your majesty's invitation, but please listen to the current situation Let's make a decision, okay?"

This Griffon knight named Vilandon is not simple. Vincent does not dislike such a flexible young man, and he is also very curious about what reasons Vilandon will use to convince him.

"Your Excellency also knows that tomorrow is the official coronation ceremony of His Majesty. At present, the hotel is full of people who want to watch the coronation ceremony in the king's capital. Of course, it is not that there are no vacancies, but those hotels that have vacancies are probably not very popular. It suits your status." Vilandon explained, "And the annex is located in a very quiet place, with an elegant and comfortable environment, and no busy people. The standard of three meals a day is arranged according to the royal level, and each meal will There's good wine to serve. You don't have to worry about bathing and eating if you live in."

Verandon was not surprised that Vincent would refuse, because when he was assigned this reception task, the king he was loyal to told him directly that the mage he was going to meet had a great possibility of rejecting the invitation .

"Because he hates trouble the most, and those who have anything to do with the royal family, he thinks it's trouble among troubles." Recalling that His Majesty Caesarion seemed a little disgusted, but his expression was rare relaxed and looking forward to it, Vilandon decided, no matter No matter what, he racked his brains and tried his best to let this master Hyperian move into the annex.

"...You just said, what is the standard for three meals a day?" Vincent asked, licking his lips.

Weilandon couldn't help laughing from the bottom of his heart, and it was exactly as His Majesty expected.He repeated respectfully: "The standard of three meals a day is arranged according to the royal level, and each meal is accompanied by fine wine."

The black-haired mage in front of him has a very gentle appearance. Although he has to be said to be good-looking, it is far from the current definition of a handsome man.

All the women Verandon knew were more attracted to men with a masculine appearance and three-dimensional features. A man like Master Hyperion might be classified as a type who could be friends but would not consider dating.

But Vilandon thinks that this mage is very good-looking, whether it is the soft and plump black hair or the non-aggressive face, it gives people the feeling-rather than the moody and eerie mage in the rumors, it is more attractive. Like the knowledgeable scholar next door.

Even when Vincent made things difficult for him just now, Vilandon felt that it was just the brother next door who wanted to tease him and made things difficult on purpose.

"Well..." Vincent was deeply moved by the standard of three meals a day and the provision of fine wine for each meal.

Caesarline was indeed the guy who had been by his side for so long, and he knew Vincent's greatest weakness, besides sleeping, it was food and wine.

Now everyone could see that Vincent was struggling fiercely.

He had a shot in his heart, and then the chips placed on both sides were quickly going up and down against each other.

On the one hand, he went to find a hotel to live in, and on the other hand, he went to live in the emperor's annex with Willandon.

——Is there still a choice! ?

In less than three seconds, Vincent lifted his face seriously and held Willandon's white-gloved hands: "Then I will trouble you to lead the way to the other building."

"Pfft." Someone behind Weilandon couldn't help laughing, and the originally condensed atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.

Vincent pretended that he didn't hear the laughter from the soldiers, he blinked his pure black eyes, and showed a business smile to this reliable blond young man.

Vilandon couldn't help but return a smile to the black-haired mage, and suddenly understood why His Majesty Caesarion was looking forward to meeting His Excellency Mage Hyperion so much.

The temperament and attitude of this Excellency are different from all the people Weilandon has seen.

Perhaps it was this difference that won His Majesty Caesarion's favor?

Weilandon gave a slight salute to Vincent, and then led His Majesty's important guests to their destination.

Naturally, they would not let the guests walk over with both feet, and walked along the street to the corner, where there was a griffin resting with its eyes closed.

Vincent took a closer look at the griffin, which was dozing off in the shadow of the building, and found that this huge creature was well-raised, and its smooth and smooth fur made Vincent want to rub its furry The mood became particularly intense.

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