Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

When Vincent's boots stepped on the stone steps that should have been the main entrance of the palace, he felt a sudden lightness in his body, and the scenery in front of him seemed to be displayed by mixing countless kinds of paints. A slight dizziness came.

After the dizziness subsided, Vincent shook his head to recover himself more quickly.

However, when Vincent saw the scene in front of him clearly, he quickly looked around.

That's right, although there are some subtle differences, this is indeed Roland, the capital of the kingdom.

Is this the future?

Or the future of Caesarion?

Vincent was undecided, he had deep doubts about the words of that elusive and unpredictable angel, maybe what he said to him just now was just a slapstick thrown out for better watching the show.

Or take a look first.

Vincent made up his mind, he clenched his staff tightly in case of any unexpected situation.

Vincent walked towards the street from the alley where he was standing. It seemed that the capital was holding some grand celebration. The streets were full of people dressed in costumes with bright smiles on their faces.

Vincent could even vaguely hear the surrounding noises: "Dad! I want to eat grilled eel!" "Okay, I'll buy it for you!" "Your jewelry is so beautiful, where did you buy it?" Wait for such a real and trivial conversation.

"Today is really lively! As expected of our Emperor!"

"Of course, it's our young emperor after all! Oh, but when I think about your majesty's upcoming wedding and the empress, my heart of admiration will be broken into pieces..."

"Quickly open the mirror and take a look, even if His Majesty doesn't get married, you have no chance?"

"Are you asking for a beating!"

Vincent's footsteps stopped when he heard 'Your Majesty is about to get married'.

Caesarion is about to get married?Are you going to marry the queen?

with who?

——Is this the future of Caesarion?

The conversation between Cai Cai and the angel suddenly reappeared in Vincent's mind: "The future you see is calculated based on the fate lines of the two of you."

Vincent suddenly felt cold all over. He was clearly in the bustling market, but he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Those laughter and playful sounds were far away from him, as if separated by a water curtain, blurred and hazy.

Vincent followed the flow of people like a wandering spirit, not even knowing where he was.

It was not until a hesitant voice stopped Vincent that he was awakened from this strange state.

"Vincent...?" Vincent stopped, looked in the direction of the voice, and saw Willandon.

Vilandon was much more mature than what Vincent had seen before. He had a beard on his cheeks, and his eyes were calm and melancholic, making him look more mature and charming.

He looked at Vincent with a face full of astonishment, pushed through the crowd and came to Vincent's side with all his strength, pulled Vincent without any explanation, and walked aside.

Vincent's reaction was a beat slower, and he felt the warmth and strength of Willandon holding his wrist, as if this was the real future.

"Why did you come here?" Vilandon led Vincent into an alley with less traffic, and quickly let go of Vincent's hand as soon as he walked in.

Vincent didn't reply, everything was a little weird now.

He looked at Vilandon carefully. If the illusion shown to him was calculated by the angel, it would be too real.

If you think about it from another angle, doesn't this prove that these non-human races really have power beyond the reach of human beings?

Thinking of this, the coldness that had frozen Vincent's heart just now seemed nothing.

Weilandon rubbed his hair anxiously: "I know you're going to get married soon, and you're not in a good mood, but when you come out at this time, I'm really worried that those who are not good for you will take advantage of the chaos to attack you !"

not in a good mood?

Vincent's mood suddenly sank again. What does Caesarion's wedding have to do with his bad mood?

Could it be...

Vincent hadn't finished thinking about those bad guesses, and Vilandon went on to say: "I don't quite understand what your students are talking about 'premarital phobia'... But there is no wedding yet, Mr. Vincent , you run out of the palace every few days, not only me as the guard of the capital, but also the rest of the Griffin Knights are very distressed."

Vilandon smiled helplessly and stared at Vincent: "Your Majesty... His Majesty Caesarion really admires you, and Your Excellency also has His Majesty in his heart. Just look at the atmosphere and expressions when you get along, I will understand. No chance."

"So even though I am very unwilling, I will still bless you two from the bottom of my heart." Wielandon said sincerely.

"I don't quite understand what you are worrying about, Mr. Vincent. If you need to relax, please notify me in advance. Otherwise, every time Caesarlane thinks you are going to escape marriage, and then let the Griffin Knights come to you, what is wrong with you?" Bad reputation."

Willandon added worriedly.

"I... and Caesarion are getting married?" Vincent repeated in a strange tone, "Are you sure? I can't have offspring. Don't think that the mage is omnipotent."

"Please rest assured, His Majesty has already made arrangements, and those civil servants can't say anything." Weilandon shrugged, "After all, His Majesty Caesarion's proposal will only benefit them and not harm them."

"Really..." Vincent murmured thoughtfully.

"Verlandon, I'm sorry to trouble you, I want to go shopping by myself again, is that okay?"

"But..." Willandon wanted to refuse, but seeing Vincent's rare pleading expression, he remained silent.

He sighed and spread his hands: "Okay, I will pretend that I didn't see you. But please promise me, Lord Vincent, that you must go back to the palace after relaxing, otherwise I think His Majesty Caesarion will also get 'Vincent. Your Excellency has a phobia of escaping marriage."

Vilandon's joking words made Vincent raise his lips.

He said softly: "I won't leave the capital, don't worry about that. I just want to look around and go shopping. After all, if I really marry Caesarline, there will be very few opportunities like this in the future?"

Vincent was testing Vilandon. He spoke to this generous and loyal knight, trying to get more information from him.

Weilandon didn't notice Vincent's true intentions, and thought Vincent was really worried about this: "There is nothing to do about it, after all, you will become His Majesty's partner in the future, and the subjects around you must be very kind to you." I'm very curious. And if someone with bad intentions wants to take advantage of the chaos to do something and hurt you, His Majesty Caesarion will go crazy." Weilandon said, his expression became serious, "And some ministers think that Vincent Your Excellency, you seduced His Majesty, which led him to choose you as his life partner..."

Weilandon seemed to be unable to speak, he hesitated for a while before continuing: "In short, please don't believe the rumors of those courtiers. For His Majesty Caesarion, there is nothing that makes him happier than being with you .As his friend and also as your admirer, I sincerely hope that you will be happy."

"...Thank you for your blessing. Then I'll leave first." Vincent nodded to Verandon, then turned and walked away.

What Vilandon said just now was carefully chewed by Vincent in his heart.

It seems that Caesarline really allowed himself to overcome the hesitation and obstacles in his heart in the future, and chose to be with him?And also promised to marry Caesarion?

According to Vincent's personality that hates trouble and prefers to keep a low profile, it should have been impossible to hold such a grand wedding celebration.

Was it Caesarline who changed Vincent?

"No, there's not enough information..." Vincent stopped in front of a candy shop. He changed direction and walked into a narrow alley, then put on the hood behind the mage's robe.

Vincent's body seemed to be smeared with transparent ink, and his entire body disappeared in the air.

No matter how much you think about it here, it is better to see it with your own eyes.

Vincent condensed magic, and the elemental spirits reacted quickly as always, surrounded Vincent and summoned the wind for him.

Vincent's body was floating in the air, and the wind surrounded him and flew over the entire city.

Vincent, who was wrapped in the wind, had a bird's-eye view of the capital, and found that the exits were decorated with lights and festoons, some places were still setting off daytime fireworks, and there were crowds of people everywhere. Occasionally, you could see a lion flying in the air The Eagle Knights were probably busy maintaining order.

Vincent hesitated. The places he can go now are not only the palace, but also the information point restaurant once arranged in the capital, as well as Wen Dejin's home in the Mage Association and Mage Tower.

"Let's go to the restaurant first." Vincent finally chose the force under his command. He drove the wind and flew towards the location of the restaurant in his memory.

After avoiding a few flying griffins, Vincent bypassed the rising fireworks and landed near the restaurant.

It seems that because people have gone to the street, there are rarely any people in the restaurant.

Vincent's hand was already on the hood, but he still didn't take it off in the end, revealing his hidden figure.

He walked lightly into the restaurant, but there was no one there.

Vincent raised his vigilance and walked inside.Just as he raised the curtain of the inner kitchen, something pierced and the whistling wind hit him!

Vincent's face turned cold, but he didn't make any other moves: according to his skill, he might trip himself up if he dodges now.

The attack coming towards him was blocked by the sudden whirlwind when it was about to touch Vincent's body. The comer's sharp claws stuck out into the whirlwind, unable to move and unable to move forward.

"—Who are you?! A rat who doesn't dare to show his body shape!" The orc who attacked Vincent had furry ears standing on top of his head. In her golden eyes, the sharp pupils locked on Vincent. The direction in which he is standing.

However, Vincent was stunned. He looked at the face of the orc and said tremblingly, "Dirandot?! Why are you here?!"

The orc called Dilando by Vincent heard Vincent's voice, and his eyes widened.

She flexibly and flexibly jumped down from the corner of the room, and she didn't make a sound when she stepped on the ground: "Your Excellency Vincent?!"