Salted Fish Mage Survival Log [Through the Book]

During the upward flight of the Griffin, Vincent slid backwards due to inertia.When a griffin spreads its wings to fly, the hair on its side is not soft and smooth.

And only at this time when the griffin is flying, the person who rides on the griffin will find that the body of the griffin is covered with uneven, small and hard scales like steel.

Vincent hasn't come out of the mage's tower for several years, let alone riding a griffin.He almost couldn't hold the Griffin's body and was about to slide down from the sky.

Fortunately, Vilandon quickly put his arms around his waist, thus avoiding the tragedy of Vincent falling from the sky.

Although it was said that Vincent would be fine even if he fell, but it would be a bit embarrassing if he fell.

"Is this your first time riding a griffin?" Willandon couldn't help but lower his head and asked.

The black-haired mage who hit the snake with a stick and leaned his head on his shoulder the moment he was hugged by him thought for a while, and the sound blown away by the wind fell into Vilandon's ears: "It's not the first time... it's just been a long time I just haven't sat down."

Vilandon raised his eyebrows, lightly scratched Fiona the Griffon's flank with his boots, and pulled the reins again, signaling the Griffon to slow down its flight speed.

Vincent felt the silent consideration and gentleness of the blond knight, and praised this good man from the bottom of his heart.

The other members of the Knights who came to greet Vincent with Vilandon also followed Fiona on their respective griffins.

Vincent glanced back. The hair color of those griffins was not as pure as Fiona's, and their body was not as slender and bulky as Fiona's. They were probably griffins mixed with the blood of other monsters.

But yes, after all, griffins whose hair is as pure and dazzling as gold are really rare. To form an elite griffin army, the number of purebred griffins is not enough.

But even so, the valiant appearance of the fierce and fierce griffins flying across the sky in a small team made the people of the capital look up with awe and longing, not to mention the knights riding on the back of the griffins and wearing pure white gilded military uniforms up.

The Griffon Knights, no matter the reputation or status it represents, is a place where countless children and teenagers want to enter even if they sharpen their heads.

And Caesarline was also from the Griffon Knights, and got his most loyal and outstanding subordinates in this knights.

Verandon was right, the air was indeed the shortest and fastest way.

Vincent calculated in his heart that according to the speed of Weilandon and Fiona, it can be compared with the top speed of the motorcycle in his previous life.

With the combination of air supremacy and high speed, it is no wonder that Caesarion's Griffin Knights are invincible.

If you want to defeat this knight order, in addition to having the same air supremacy, slowing down their speed is also an important issue.

Vincent was thinking in his heart, and their destination gradually appeared in sight.

There is a royal castle in the center of the capital, and there are already moats around the capital, and the imperial city in the capital is surrounded by moats.

The Griffin Knights did not fly over the imperial city, but chose to bypass the imperial city directly above, and flew to the rear of the imperial city from the right.

Vincent looked to the side, and the castle of King Roland was the same as what he had seen before, unchanged.

The golden roof and the iron-gray walls, even the top of the tower is full of traces of time as in memory.

Even if the owner of this imperial city changed one after another, the imperial city that he overlooked here, once known as the pearl of the empire, was as beautiful as Vincent knew.

Now that the Griffin was flying smoothly, Vincent couldn't resist his overflowing instincts, and nestled in Willandon's arms in his most comfortable position.

"Ludwig... No, has His Majesty Ludwig I already been buried in the mausoleum?" Vincent tilted his head slightly, trying to look at Wielanden behind him, but this posture could only make his body slippery When Vincent reached the blond knight's chest, he saw his straight chin.

Weilandon was startled, thought about it seriously, and then replied to Vincent: "His Majesty Ludwig has already slept in the imperial tomb."

"Did he go peacefully?" Vilandon couldn't see the expression of Vincent in his arms when he said this, but there was an inexplicable emotion in the tone of Vincent's voice when he said this. Langdon's ear suddenly hit him, making Weilandon's throat a little dry: "I think... it should have walked very peacefully."

"That's good." After Vincent said this, he didn't make a sound, and Weilandon was too embarrassed to ask, so he also kept silent.

Fortunately, the annex arrived soon after bypassing the imperial city.

Although it is called an annex, it is located not far from the central castle and belongs to the scope of the imperial city, but it is a little distance from the castle in the political center, and it is clean and quiet enough.

Generally speaking, the annex is the place where the distinguished guests and immediate family members of the royal family are placed, so all the configurations are top-notch.

When Caesarion wanted to place a mage here, the staff who knew the meaning of the other hall dissuaded him.But Vilan clearly registered the anger on Caesarion's ice-clear and handsome face: "He deserves the best!"

After blurting out this sentence, Caesarline added in the stunned expressions of his staff and subordinates: "He is my teacher-it can be said that without him, I would not be who I am now. This is enough for you Do you understand his importance?"

For Vilandon, who has been fighting side by side with the blond general since Caesarline joined the Griffon Knights, Caesarline is not only the monarch he wants to dedicate his loyalty to, but also the friend he wants to care about.

But this was the first time that Vilandon heard from Caesarion that this proud genius had such admiration for someone.

And more importantly, anyone who is a slightly sensitive and experienced member of Caesarline's faction can hear Caesarline's obvious affection for Vincent in those words.

The significance of this is self-evident.

Not to mention that after that, Caesarline knew that Vincent had accepted the invitation letter, and was so happy that he called Weilandon to help him choose which clothes to wear to meet Vincent.

Not only that, Caesarline even wanted to meet Vincent in person, but was quickly persuaded by Weilandon and others.

After all, no matter what, Caesarline is about to ascend to the throne of God, and it would be impossible for an emperor to welcome him.

In the end, Caesarion was still persuaded, and then the task of picking up the man fell on Weilandon.

In fact, Weilandon did not resist taking his team members to meet this mage he had been curious about for a long time.Not everyone has the experience of seeing this legend in person, or even sharing a ride with him in a griffin.

Thinking of this, Weilandon lowered his head and glanced at the black-haired mage in his arms. His hair was a little messy by the wind, and down the hair was his slender neck.

If Vilandon wanted to, he could have cut the neck of the mage before he could perform his magic.

Such a thin and slender person really cannot be equated with the rumored 'Reaper' Master Hyperion who took away tens of thousands of lives with a wave of his hand.

Vincent didn't notice where the inner thoughts of the blond knight who came to pick him up had diverged. He was still thinking about the sentence "should have walked very peacefully" that Weilandon said just now.

He used to be good friends with the former Emperor Ludwig I.

The kind of friends who give their lives to each other.

However, Vincent did not come to see Ludwig when he died.

Even for Vincent, whose strength has reached the extreme and few people in the world can defeat him, as long as he wants to, it is just a matter of drawing a magic circle and spending a few magic crystals, and the distance of tens of thousands of miles is only in his mind. between.

But Vincent still did not come to see Ludwig for the last time.

Vincent didn't know what expression to use to meet Ludwig.

Vincent didn't know what to say to Ludwig.

After all, Vincent and Ludwig were not on the same side.

If that's the case, it's better not to see it.

Even when Ludwig was seriously ill, one letter after another was sent to his mage tower, from righteous words to sincere words, from coercion and temptation to expressing affection.Each letter asked Vincent to go to Ludwig's side, hoping that Vincent could accompany him at the last moment of his life.

Vincent read one letter after another about the critical illness notification letter, but he still did not reply, nor did he leave for the capital, to Ludwig's side.

Ludwig asked Vincent to send a notification letter that he was critically ill to Vincent for a whole month. At first, it was a letter every week, and then it was a letter every day.

It is not a messenger notification, but an expensive long-distance magic delivery.

Vincent remained silent until his desk was filled with critical illness notification letters and there was nowhere to put them, and he finally took up a pen to reply.

When he sent that letter, Ludwig probably finally gave up, and stopped sending letters to harass Vincent's cleanliness.

On the day when Vincent confirmed that there was no letter sent, he silently sat on the window sill with a cup of tea, watching the sunset slowly being swallowed by the horizon.

That night, Vincent did not meditate.

On the third day when no letter was sent, Vincent heard the news of the sudden death of His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire, Ludwig I, from the familiar Daniel.

Daniel looked at his master's face carefully and worriedly, and asked softly, "Do you need me to make you a cup of tea?"

"No, bring me the fourth bottle of wine in the third row from the fifth wine cabinet on the third floor. I want to drink today." Facing the concern of the familiar and the familiar, Vincent turned to Daniel Raising the corner of his mouth, he replied.

Vincent sat on the window sill where he had watched the sunset before, with his feet dangling outside the tower.

After Daniel fetched the wine bottle, he exited the room with discernment and closed the door.

A long time ago, when Vincent and Ludwig were young, they also sneaked to the top of the tallest tower of the palace, drinking wine and thinking about the future in this posture.

"To His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire." Vincent said in a low voice, picked up the wine bottle that Daniel had brought for him, and opened the bottle.

The strong aroma of wine surged out with the pulling out of the cork, permeating Vincent's nose.

At the top of this pure white mage tower, he was alone at the moment.

This bottle of wine was brewed with Ludwig many years ago when he was still in the capital.

After time brewing, the mellow and rich wine poured out of the bottle, and submerged from the top of the mage tower into the lingering clouds below.

"Respect——my former friend, Ludwig." Vincent said softly, then lifted the almost half-empty wine bottle, and poured the wine, which was as bright red as blood, down his throat.

The author has something to say: the foreshadowing is all laid, the plot is a bit slow, but it will speed up after the coronation ceremony

I've been looking forward to writing about the coronation for a long time!