Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

Vincent could already refute without changing his expression after hearing the words that were almost like a marriage proposal: "I don't need your protection, I'm already strong enough."

If one ignores the faint blush on the tip of Vincent's ear, then Vincent's proud words are indeed very convincing.

But what Caesarline knew, Vincent's words were not an exaggeration, Vincent had this strength.

He looked at Vincent's reddened ear tips, and felt that his heart was about to soften into a cloud in the sky, allowing Vincent to tear it into pieces.

"I know, Vincent, you are very strong. But this has nothing to do with my wanting to protect you."

Caesarline held Vincent's hand, gently raised it to his lips, and then used his lips to warm Vincent's cold fingers.

"I've missed it once, and I don't want to miss it a second time."

Caesarline's whisper made Vincent silent, he withdrew his hand and sat on a chair beside him.

Vincent took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled: "You don't even know what I'm going to do now, but you say you want to protect me, don't you think it's too hasty?"

Facing Vincent's words, Caesarline showed a smile.

Having been with Vincent for so long, Caesarline certainly knew that this was what Vincent would do when his heart faltered.

He will continue to work hard, and must let Vincent completely open his heart to himself, and restore Caesarline's favorability that was dragged down by the evil angels before.

"I'm a person from the future. Of course I know what you want to do now. I've always been on your side, Vincent. If you need it, please don't hesitate to call me."

"Oh?" Vincent raised his eyebrows, he suddenly raised the corners of his lips, and looked directly at Caesarion: "It just so happens that I really need your help."

Before Caesarline could ask, Vincent took out a pen and a piece of parchment and put it in front of Caesarline: "I am going to draw a topographic map now, if you are the person I have taught in the future, then you should Do you know how to draw?"

This is a good sign, Vincent is willing to give some things to Caesarline, which means that Vincent has re-accepted Caesarline.

Caesarline took the paper and pen with a chuckle, responded, and began to draw the topographic map while Vincent whispered.

As the topographical map gradually took shape under his pen, Caesarline recognized what exactly this place was.

Caesarion frowned slightly, and he felt a sense of worry in his heart.

Caesarline looked up at Vincent, who was looking down at the topographical map carefully for any mistakes.

Vincent's earnest appearance was very good-looking, but Caesarline's inner worries did not subside.

——This is the place where Vincent became famous when he was young, and it is also the place where Vincent was given the ominous and bloody title of "Reaper".

As long as he thought that Vincent was actually called by the world because of Ludwig I, Caesarlane wanted to directly reproduce his usurping behavior here.

"Vincent, are you going to give your life to that guy? Have you figured it out? Ludwig is not a good guy! He will make you suffer in the future!"

Caesarline couldn't help holding Vincent's wrist, trying to stop Vincent.

He knew that Vincent didn't like killing, and he didn't like war. Vincent shouldn't have to bear the blood of this crime.

While Caesarion was feeling anxious, there was also a voice in his heart coldly debunking him.

(You're just jealous that Ludwig I can get Vincent's wholehearted help. It's so ugly.)

Vincent was taken aback by Caesarion's sudden agitation. He tried to withdraw his wrist from Caesarion's hand, but Caesarion's grip was too tight, and Vincent couldn't move at all.

Vincent saw that since he couldn't withdraw his wrist and his strength was completely incomparable to Caesarlane, he didn't waste any more effort.

Vincent frowned slightly, and said loudly: "Ludwig is my friend, I trust him."

Caesarion only felt that a bitter gall was stuffed into his mouth, and the bitter juice rushed to his chest, and spread to his whole body along with the beating of his heart.

He tried to make Vincent understand his worries: "Vincent, you believe me, Ludwig really doesn't deserve what you do to him!"

Vincent's temper also came up, and he struggled again, trying to pull his wrist back forcefully.

Caesarline was worried that he would hurt Vincent, so he had to let go.

"That's my choice too." Vincent didn't say anything more, he hurriedly put away the topographic map on the desktop, and then stepped back.

Vincent retreated to the door. He was startled when he saw Caesarion's expression, and bit the soft flesh on his cheek involuntarily.

"At least helping Ludwig now can end this war early and let peace come earlier."

Caesarion couldn't see the expression on his face, but Vincent could see it clearly.

After all, Vincent's heart softened, and he left the tent after a little explanation.

Caesarline didn't catch up. The joy of seeing Vincent again, and the pain of knowing that he had met Ludwig and even stood firmly on Ludwig I's side made Caesarline raise his hand. He raised his hands and inserted/inserted deeply into his long hair.

While Caesarion was in the pain of depression, someone was rolling with joy because of his depression and pain.

"This is it! This is what I want to see!" The afterimage of the angel made his cheeks flushed from laughing, his eyes were shining and clear, and there were tears oozing from laughing too happily.

"But it's not enough, you have to make up for the part that your sweetheart didn't show me!"

The afterimage of the angel laughed halfway, as if he suddenly thought of something, before even wiping away the tears, he hurriedly started to change the world line.

"Oops! That kid Vincent has already begun to analyze this world—is he really a human being?! He's so fast?! This is an illusion created by me as the chief angel! Is he so shameless!? "

The afterimage of the angel whispered, he waved his fingers unwillingly, and a lyre appeared in front of him.

The afterimage of the angel moved very quickly. Under his manipulation, Vincent of this world became more and more indifferent to Caesarline, and more and more quarreled with Caesarline because of Ludwig's affairs.

Caesarline clearly knew that this Vincent was not the Vincent he was familiar with, but he would always seek Vincent's understanding subconsciously.

Even if he wasn't his own Vincent, Caesarline couldn't sit back and watch Vincent fall headlong into the pit of Ludwig I.

It doesn't matter if Vincent hates himself, as long as Vincent won't be hurt.

However, this small wish of Caesarline could not be fulfilled. Although Vincent did not explicitly express his dislike and rejection of Caesarline, his attitude towards Caesarline has become more and more indifferent.

On the most recent day, it was obvious that Caesarline was staying in Vincent's tent, and Vincent, who always advocated that fighting requires recharging his energy, did not return all night.

Caesarline didn't know until the next morning that Vincent had stayed up all day and night, drawing scrolls in another tent where supplies were kept.

Caesarline's bewilderment and despair reached its peak when he saw Vincent protecting King Ludwig I in the battle, causing himself to be injured.

Caesarline even thought at that moment, why was he wasting his tongue?Killing Ludwig I directly here, even if Vincent hates himself, it doesn't matter, as long as Vincent can live his life without any worries.

"Yes! That's it! Let's do it!" The afterimage of the angel clenched his fists excitedly in a place that Caesarion couldn't see, and he smiled and looked forward to the next scene.

It's a pity that he, who already exists like a ghost, can't eat, otherwise he would have started eating while watching a play.

This drama has come to an end, as long as Caesarline wants to kill Ludwig, Vincent in this world will immediately hate Caesarline.

Think about it, two people who will become partners in the future face each other with swords, and the beloved raises the blade towards himself for another man. Isn't this kind of drama very interesting!

The angel, who doesn't feel his bad taste at all, stares at Caesarline's afterimage as he is gradually driven into a desperate situation and sinks into the wonderful bloody drama with piercing eyes, but he ignores another variable.

When Caesarion and Vincent of this world finally confronted each other, the afterimage of the angel clapped happily.

But the so-called extreme joy begets sorrow, just when the angel afterimage was thinking about whether to change the world line again and let Vincent here fight with Caesarlane, someone patted him on the shoulder lightly.

When being photographed, Angel hadn't recovered from his joy for a while, and even said casually: "What are you doing?"

Until he suddenly realized that he was just an afterimage left behind, and there was no one who could greet him, the angel's body suddenly stiffened.

The existence behind him seemed to be quite patient, and he didn't care if the angel didn't look back. Instead, he asked very gently: "It seems that you are very happy."

Such a light sentence made the angel's afterimage seem to be frozen in ice.

Yes, who else could enter the world created by the afterimage of the angel so quickly and easily, except for another trainer, Vincent, who came before him?

The angel even felt that if he was not an afterimage, he would probably be sweating all over his face and feeling chills down his back at this moment.

"How on earth did you find me?"

The afterimage of the angel spoke dryly, and the joy and joy that had been left on his face just now disappeared completely.

"You are really amazing. This is the first time I have spent such a long time analyzing this world—you are worthy of being the outstanding angel a thousand years ago."

Vincent's voice was very calm, and the praise in his words was very sincere.

But this did not reassure Angel, on the contrary, he felt that the chill that seemed to be absent in his body became more serious.

"You praise me so much, it makes me feel sick."

said the angel harshly.

"Really, I just like to give courtesy first and then fight."

There was a slight sigh in Vincent's voice.

"Since you like watching theater so much, why don't you join in and experience it yourself?"

There was even a chuckle in Vincent's voice that made Angel's hair stand on end.

The afterimage of the angel finally felt that something was wrong, he turned his head stiffly, and when he finally met Vincent's pure black gaze, the chill that had been surrounding his body finally had a reason.

From the light blue magic light shining in Vincent's hands, it can be known that he has probably trapped the angel in his palm by some means.

There was no trace of anger on Vincent's face, but the corners of his mouth maintained a gentle arc. However, with such an expression, when the afterimage of the angel saw Vincent's pure black eyes that were almost freezing cold, he immediately Realized that he was going to suffer.

He had seen such an expression before, when he was forced to take over the construction of this underground labyrinth, his Creator looked at him with such an expression, and gently issued this order.

The afterimage of the angel shuddered, and his voice stumbled a little: "You, what do you want to do?"