Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

In the morning, the twilight penetrates the eyelids and wakes up Anvis from sleep

He opened his eyes, sat up slowly, and glanced around silently.

Exquisite silk curtains, gorgeous blue and gold ceilings, luxurious furniture with exquisite workmanship, all the arrangements have a mysterious and wonderful beauty.

The floor was covered with an extremely expensive-looking carpet, which was so soft that it could even sink to the ankles when stepped on.

Wu Yan spread out his hand wrapped in pajamas, and Anweis tried to construct the spell in the way he remembered.

The faint blue flame suddenly rose, floating in the slender and pale palm out of thin air.

Looking at the silently burning fire in his palm, a sense of absurdity and unreality rose from his heart.

Although it has been several years since he came to this world, he still sometimes has this illusion.

Looking through the window, several towering minarets are suspended in mid-air.

Under the radiance of the rising sun, the pure white tower shone with hazy silver light, making it extremely mysterious and graceful.

"Duk, duk, duk—"

After three consecutive knocks, Leonard knocked on the door on time.

Anweis quickly agreed, put away his thoughts and flames, and then rang the bell beside the bed, calling for the little maid to help him change his clothes and wash his hands.

When he first crossed, he still had the habit of sleeping late, but after many bad memories, Mr. Housekeeper successfully helped him correct this.

Assuming that Anweis didn't respond just now, Leonard would be silent for tens of seconds before knocking three more times.

If there is still no response after knocking on the door for the second time, Leonard will allow another ten seconds, and then directly push the door in, using magic to drive Anweisi's drowsiness away.

Such as a sobering ice-cold water balloon.

Facing the anger of Anvis's dream being awakened, Leonard's original words were: If the young master does not want my sleep to be disturbed, then please try to become stronger than me.

By the way, Leonard is an eighth-level peak warlock, converted into a game level, which is level 88 to 89.

Putting on the complicated aristocratic costumes glowing with magical powers, Anweis walked downstairs slowly, preparing to go to the restaurant for dinner.

"Good morning, Brother Anvis!"

A slightly immature soft voice rang in his ears, and the slightly dark castle corridor suddenly lit up, and a sunny little girl appeared in front of his eyes.

The long, light-blond hair like the morning sun was scattered like water, flowing wantonly on the back of her white gauze skirt, the snow-white skin could be broken by blows, and the delicate little face tried to make a serious expression.

The girl bowed to Anvis with a formal face, her big watery lake blue eyes blinked cutely, her eyes were innocent and clean.

The morning sun pours in from the towering painted crystal windows, forming oblique beams of light.

Standing in that beam of light, her beautiful figure glowed with a white and hazy glow, as pure and holy as a ray of sunlight.

"Good morning, dear Fee."

Good morning, Olivendi's star diamond, the crown feather of the cold wind crystal bird, the star of hope in the north, the white princess, Fiona Luo Olivendi crowned.

Anweis habitually showed an elegant smile, and nodded gently to her, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

Compared to him, an unknown character in later generations, [White Princess] Fiona's name can be said to be like a thunderbolt.

One of the few ninth-order extreme powerhouses in the four major family alliance camps, and his strength is enough to rank in the top three.

He has a glorious record of beheading the ninth-level magic swordsman alone and destroying the entire alliance crusade army. I don't know how many players and NPCs died under her super magic.

It's just that, compared to her cute appearance pretending to be serious now, she will always have a cold expression on her face in future generations, as if her smile has left her forever.

As a direct descendant of Olivendi, Anweis also learned some special secrets.

Although Fiona is nominally his sister, her origins are actually a mystery.

Her inauguration ceremony was held when Anvis was one and a half years old,

But Anweis remembered very clearly that the Duchess was not pregnant at all during that time.

But what puzzled him was that the girl did carry the aura of two legendary bloodlines.

Moreover, judging from the charisma she unconsciously exudes, her bloodline concentration is probably stronger than her own!

Her dazzling feeling is not an illusion, but a manifestation of her blood unconsciously attracting light elements.

After greeting each other, the two walked down the wide red-carpeted staircase, passing between dragonheart handrails and elegant elf sculptures.

Several huge obsidian decorative pillars with relief came from far to near, and the breakfast room had arrived.

An enchanted fire burns in an intricately carved fireplace, and portraits of ancestors, large and small, hang on one side of the fireplace.

Glorian curtains and drapes were drawn back by the maids to let in the morning sun.

In the breakfast room, Duke Carlot was sitting at one end of the long snow-white table, browsing the latest issue of "Empire Morning News" presented by the butler.

This is the newspaper he must read every day, in addition to "Karras Newspaper" and "Magic Times".

In order to ensure the timeliness of newspapers, these newspapers will pass through a special transmission device as soon as they are printed.

From the distant royal capital or the magic photocopying tower on the outer ring of the floating city, it was delivered to the Duke.

"It's unbelievable that the group of arrogant old stubborns in the royal family actually passed that proposal!"

Looking at it, the Duke couldn't help shaking the newspaper in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and expressed a bit of deliberate surprise in his tone.

"Carrot, for such an important decision, the conservatives cannot represent the opinions of the entire royal family."

Hearing the duke's slightly ironic comments, Duchess Elena gracefully picked up the thin elven colored porcelain teacup, took a sip of the fragrant and magical gloom tea, and then smiled lightly.

"Indeed, but I believe you should be able to see that the opening of the Radiance is not as simple as building a magical train and laying a few tracks.

This is a sign! Taking the name of brilliance means that the empire has officially decided to implement the magical construction. "

The duke frowned, his eyes continued to read the details of the report, feeling a little worried in his heart.

"This is an unstoppable trend, Carlot, our empire is not the only one on the continent.

The popularity of construction has more advantages than disadvantages. The Federation of Kingdoms has proved to us how much the popularization of construction will bring about national strength.

As Fergus ① said: In this ever-changing world, only by constantly moving forward can we keep ourselves in place. "

Sipping tea again, the beautiful Duchess gracefully raised her hand and gently combed her light golden hair behind her ears.

"In order to make the diehards compromise, the reformists will inevitably make concessions in other areas. The high probability of relaxing the restrictions is only a civilian construction, and it will not have much impact on the current stable situation of the empire."

As she spoke, she put the teacup back on the gold-inlaid tray, her fair arms gracefully propped up on the table, and she smiled at the Duke with tender eyes.

"Besides, we still have the youngest ninth rank in the history of the empire. Even if the situation does become turbulent, so what?"

"Ha, I understand, it's just a feeling."

Duke Carlot also laughed, and lightly tapped the table with his fingers, leaving behind slightly blue frost marks.

"Good morning, father, mother." x 2

Coincidentally, Anvis and Fiona entered the breakfast room and bowed to the Duke and Duchess.

Duke Carlot nodded as usual, and Elena responded with a warm smile.

While saluting, Anvis noticed the headline of the newspaper in the Duke's hand. The font was enlarged and bold, and it was printed on the most conspicuous part of the page.

"The Empire's first magical construction train, the 'Glory', has officially opened to traffic in the capital!"

Anvis' pupils shrank slightly.

Whoa! The initial sign that the empire has entered a new era, the wheel of history has rolled forward a little bit——

Thinking about it, Anweis walked to the first place on the left side of the long table and took a seat from the left side of the chair. When sitting down, he paid special attention to his back to avoid contact with the back of the chair.

After everyone is seated, the breakfast time will officially begin.

Cedar truffle mirage clam soup, Wyvern grilled wings, crystal-burned swan feathers, misty sea lobster salad...

A series of incomparably precious dishes were served in a ghostly silver plate with strong demon resistance, and were presented by servants like flowing water, allowing the Duke's family to use them.

The raw materials of each dish are mild enchanted plants and rare monster ingredients of at least level 4 or higher. It truly enables the eater to improve their strength while enjoying the food.

For example, Misty Sea Lobster Salad, the main material is the fifth-grade Misty Sea Lobster that has been grown for more than 130 years, and the tip of the tail has turned light blue.

It is a fifth-order magical beast that truly has the blood of a thin dragon, and it only inhabits the bottom of the Misty Sea far away from the mainland.

Professionals below the fifth level eat it, which can permanently improve their physique. It is a precious food that can be sent to the auction house for each one.

The great magister of the eighth-level protection system and the famous gourmet master of the empire, Master Balwen, commented on this monster as: "Amazing tenderness and delicious taste——"

However, catching them is quite a dangerous job.

The Misty Sea is an extremely dangerous sea area, including the famous fog of death, high-level sea beasts, and weird ocean currents that cause magical chaos.

Every year, many professionals are buried alive at the bottom of the sea in order to catch this kind of lobster.

During the meal, the butler Leonard stood solemnly behind the Duke, paying close attention to the behavior of the two children to ensure that they were not rude during the meal.

If there is something wrong, Mr. Steward will point it out immediately and correct it.

Holding the special enchanted mithril knife and fork, Anvis carefully divided a piece of lobster meat, trying to avoid making any noise.

After the chef's skillful handling, the shrimp meat is tender with a little bit of elasticity. After chewing for a while, the extremely sweet juice bursts in the mouth, leaving a fragrance on the lips and teeth.

He nodded slightly, picked up a small piece of shrimp meat with a fork, and put it into his mouth gracefully, keeping his body upright the whole time.

Thanks to the memory of his previous life, he learned all kinds of etiquette very quickly. It often attracts little Fiona's adoring eyes.

"Brother... so amazing..."

Holding the knife and fork, Fiona tilted her head to watch Anvis's movements, her lovely big lake blue eyes were full of admiration.

Suddenly, she met Leonard's serious eyes from the corner of her eye, and quickly turned her little head back, with a straight expression on her face.

Then he concentrated his attention and fought against the light-feathered swan breast meat emitting a faint white light on the plate.

"The learning speed is remarkable, as expected of my child."

The Duke scooped up a golden mirage and ate it slowly, nodding secretly in his heart. Under the strong body control of a ninth-level professional, his every movement is elegant and impeccable.

'That's why I hate the aristocratic life. '

As the focus of everyone's attention, Anweis, who had to maintain an elegant manner at all times, was silent in his heart.

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①: Fergus Brandon, one of the chairpersons of the Circle Council of the Ancient Magic Empire, a great magister of the protection department, and the first ninth-level spellcaster in human history.

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