Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

And looking at the silhouette, there is nothing wrong with being Vincent in his boyhood!

But Caesarline calmed down his excitement when he saw little Vincent, and began to think about how he should trick Vincent to, ah, no, coax him to his side.

According to what Caesarlan knew about Vincent, Vincent was probably smart and cautious when he was a child.

If it was an ordinary child, seeing a man like him appearing suddenly, he would either cry in fright, or rush up curiously to ask things, how could he be like Vincent, and immediately hide.

With Caesarline's eyesight, it was easy to capture Vincent's huddled figure. Although the shivering appearance with closed eyes was a bit pitiful because of his immature appearance, Caesarline still hardened his heart and lightly Lightly landed on a treetop not far from Vincent, but not too close, and whispered to Vincent.

Hearing the sound, Vincent opened his eyes and looked at Caesarline, but even though Caesarline introduced himself, the vigilance in Vincent's eyes never disappeared.

It doesn't matter, since Caesarline has enough patience to absorb power, gain power, ascend to the throne, and then pursue the most difficult archmage in the world, then he also has enough patience to influence and warm this vigilant and full of power little by little. Mistrusting little Vincent.

Facing Caesarline's big white hand spread out in front of him, Vincent hesitated for a moment before putting his small palm into Caesarline's.

Caesarline knew that this was just a wise decision made by Vincent after weighing his strength, but this did not detract from the fact that he was still very happy that Vincent was willing to respond to him.

For Vincent, some small responses, a wink, and a smile can always become fond memories of Caesarline.

Vincent is an important existence of Caesarline, not just an admirer, or a good teacher and helpful friend.

For Caesarion, Vincent is a haven of peace of mind.

Caesarline pulled Vincent into his arms with a strength that would not make Vincent feel uncomfortable, then jumped down from the tree, and landed Vincent in the thick grass with him.

"Where is your home? Shall I take you back?"

Maybe take this opportunity to see Vincent's parents!

When Caesarline thought of meeting Vincent's parents soon, he couldn't help but jump for joy, and his voice couldn't help but become a little lighter.

When Vincent heard Caesarline's question, a little bit of unease flashed across his face, which he didn't hide much.

"My home is not far away, you don't need to deign to send me back."

Vincent said.

"You don't need to use honorifics to me, Vincent." Caesarion bent down and knelt, so that his eyes were parallel to Vincent's black pupils.

Caesarline tried his best to convey his sincerity in his words: "I just want to send you back, Vincent. Please believe me—you are my very important existence, and I came here because of you. "

The gazes of Vincent and Caesarion intertwined. After staring at each other for a while, Vincent moved his eyes away and replied softly: "I see...my home is at the east end of the village. Here comes the forest."

Is it right after leaving this forest?

That's really close.

Caesarline looked at Vincent, who couldn't see the height of his chest, and held Vincent's hand—although he really wanted to hug Vincent again, but he still didn't want to make Vincent feel tense again. Stretched.

Caesarline held Vincent's little hand, and found that the child's hand did not have thick calluses from work, and seemed to have been pampered and grown up.

Thinking of this, Caesarion also heaved a sigh of relief.

When Vincent was held by Caesarion, his shoulders stiffened for a moment, but he soon relaxed.

With such a distance and such poor strength, even if you try your best to escape, you can't do it.

Vincent thought calmly in his heart.

Thanks to the preference of these keen elemental elves, Vincent has learned how to hide his true emotions quietly.

Although sometimes the cover-up is not in place, it is enough to prevent the elemental elves from being angry because of Vincent's emotional exposure, so they can use magic indiscriminately for Vincent, causing the people around Vincent to feel wronged. It's miserable.

Caesarlane's hands were dry and warm, soon dyeing Vincent's cold hands with his temperature.

On the way forward, there were many tall and dense bushes extending branches and leaves, and they would hit Caesarion's cheek and body from time to time.

At this age, Vincent is petite, and his body can pass through these criss-cross gaps very flexibly.

But for the tall and tall Caesarion, it was a bit restrained.

Vincent seemed to have noticed Caesarline's slow steps. He looked up and saw that Caesarline was tearing away his long golden hair from a protruding branch.

This image was reflected in Vincent's eyes: the tall and handsome blond young man frowned slightly, and he moved neatly to get rid of the branch that seemed to be bewitched to hold his long hair.

Even in the dark place covered by trees, one could still see Caesarion's golden glow that continued to shine on the emerald green branches.

Such beautiful and dazzling blond hair was torn off by Caesarline without hesitation, just looking at it from the sidelines made Vincent feel pain too.

and……

Vincent glanced over the blond hair hanging on the trembling branch, and he felt sorry from the bottom of his heart.

"Aren't you in pain?" Vincent hesitated for a moment before asking.

"What do you mean?" Caesarline heard that Vincent was willing to take the initiative to ask himself, which means that Vincent's vigilance towards him has gradually subsided, and he has begun to be curious about him?

Caesarion still remembered that when he was young, he was very curious about everything.

Not only before he became Vincent's apprentice, but also after he entered Vincent's Mage Tower, he was eagerly searching for unknown things and knowledge he didn't understand.

The teachers his parents hired for him would be left speechless by his questions in the end, and finally they just shook their heads with a wry smile, saying that they couldn't answer more questions for Caesarline, and asked them to hire someone else.

But Vincent in front of him kept silent on the way forward. Even though Caesarline kept exuding kindness and intimacy, Vincent still didn't ask.

Caesarline wondered if Vincent had been so calm since he was a child, and was distracted, or did Vincent feel nervous and scared because of his sudden appearance?

So Vincent was willing to ask himself questions, which made Caesarline very happy.

This meant that this little Vincent, who looked like a black cat with his back tensed and eyes wide open, had begun to tentatively stretch out his claws from his protective shell.

"your hair."

Vincent pointed to his head and motioned.

"I was entangled on a tree branch just now, wouldn't it hurt to just tear it off? Besides, wouldn't it be better for you to break the tree branch than tear off your own hair?"

The little boy's pure black eyes were so clear that he could reflect Caesarline's figure, and his worried words made Caesarline smile.

"This pain is nothing. As for breaking the branches..."

Caesarline hesitated, and said: "It is not easy for these trees to grow to this extent. After all, it is 'ten years to grow people'. In this case, it is better to pull your own hair. Anyway, it can be regenerated in a few months. grow out."

"...You are such a strange person. But if you say that the future me and you are partners, it seems somewhat believable."

Hearing words that are rare in this world, Vincent blinked his eyes, pursed his lips, and said so.

Seeing Vincent's serious and lovely appearance, coupled with his round and fair cheeks, Caesarline finally couldn't hold back, rubbed Vincent's soft black hair with his other free hand, The slightly raised black hair was rumpled like a bird's nest.

Then Caesarion combed and smoothed the messy black hair with his fingers, letting his fingertips feel the silky touch.

Well, it really feels as good as he thought.

Caesarion nodded in his heart with satisfaction.

He has long coveted Vincent's plump and soft black hair for a long time, but whether as a student or as an emperor in his kingdom's status as an archmage, Caesarline wants to mess with the text. The thoughts and actions of Sente's hair, it is a bit... out of character to spread.

But now he could have a taste of his long-cherished wish, let Caesarline temporarily put down his hostility towards that evil angel, and be grateful for a while.

Caesarline crossed off 'ruffle Vincent's black hair' from the list of 'one hundred things he wants to do to Vincent'.

If it goes well, maybe when Vincent's vigilance drops, Caesarline can also cross out the front part of 'to rub Vincent's cheek, and then take a bite on it'.

"yes."

Vincent looked at Caesarion's blue pupils for a while, then withdrew his gaze.

"I'll take you to the main road, so that you won't get caught up again." Vincent pulled Caesarline and motioned him and himself to go in another direction.

"But you'll get home faster by taking the path? Don't worry about me, just keep going."

Caesarline shook his head, signaling that Vincent didn't need to think about him.

"It hurts to pull your hair out."

Vincent insisted, and he pulled Caesarline again, beckoning him to follow him.

"And such beautiful blond hair, it's a pity to be ripped off."

After all, Vincent still likes beautiful women. Although the words spoken by this blond youth have yet to be confirmed, the kindness he radiates cannot be denied.

Vincent originally wanted to go home by the small path, which was a shortcut for him to go home quickly, but for Caesarline, it would actually slow him down.

Vincent knew that he had no way to get rid of Caesarion—even if he did, such a strong man could see the village where Vincent lived if he looked around, and it would be useless for Vincent to escape.

But that doesn't mean Vincent can't vent his anger quietly.

So he took Caesarion on this road, but he didn't expect to see this scene.

Caesarline's hair would be hung or hit by branches on the body, and some of them were done by the elemental elves who followed Vincent.

Even if it was such a small revenge, Caesarline was not angry, nor did he blame Vincent for leading him down such a path.

And it didn't hurt the branch, but tore off its own hair.

Future partners and students...

Credibility is growing.

The road that Vincent took Caesarline to was the road that the adults in the village and the hunters walked.

The avenue is different from the path that Vincent took. Those treetops and bushes with thorns that hinder people's progress have been cleared away, and in a cleared space, there are still neat piles of firewood .

Going further, you can see fences and fences that seem to be made to prevent children from wandering into the dangerous forest.

Vincent opened the tightly fastened fence with a calm demeanor, and then they left the dense forest completely.

Vincent's home was not far from the forest. When his parents saw Caesarlane following Vincent, fear and timidity flashed across their faces.

"Vincent... who is this gentleman?"

Vincent's mother wiped her hands on her apron and asked in a low voice.

"It's a traveler I met in the forest. He said he wanted to visit my house."

Vincent replied with a calm expression.

He stopped a few meters away from his mother and stopped moving forward, which also made Caesarline glance at Vincent.

Generally speaking, children who come home should throw themselves into their mother's arms and act like a baby?

Or is it that Vincent has matured to this point?

Caesarline's brows sank slowly, feeling that he might be approaching Vincent's unknown past,

"Ah, then I can make more dishes to welcome you!"

Relieved, Vincent's mother smiled and turned back to the house to call her husband to kill the chickens.

Vincent did not enter the house with her. Instead, he went out of the fence, turned to a small building behind the house, opened the fence and walked in.

"Aren't you with them?"

Caesarline followed behind Vincent and asked.

Vincent glanced back slightly: "If you want to talk, is it better to talk alone?"

Vincent opened the door. Although the inside is not very spacious, it is very delicately furnished and has plenty of light.

Vincent sat on the chair and motioned for Caesarion to sit down too: "What do you want to do here?"

Sure enough, it came, rather than saying that Vincent could bear to ask until now, but it was beyond Caesarline's expectation.

Ordinary teenagers, or adults, should have asked a question long ago when they heard a stranger say that he was from the future, and that he was also his best friend and apprentice.

Caesarline tried to tell Vincent that he was sent to this place through an underground labyrinth, and was sent to this place by the afterimage left by the angel inside, but when he just uttered a few words, everything stopped.

Both the sound and the sight in front of me froze.

Such a vision made Caesarion realize that he could not tell his origin.

After a while, everything around returned to its original state, and Caesarline silently met Vincent's probing eyes.

After pondering for a moment, he explained to Vincent with the words closest to the facts: "I don't want to lie to you, I did come here for other purposes, but now I have no clue... Except for your side, I have nothing to do." There are places to go."