Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

When leaving, the last dragonborn changed back to normal clothes.

But when he passed the door of the room, he still felt that the guard looked at him strangely.

"Googling—"

Especially when there was a strange cry of frogs somewhere, the elf silently quickened his pace, and walked away quickly under the gradually strange eyes of the guards.

.....

A day later, Pamir College Tower Restaurant.

Anvis ordered a glass of iridescent juice and sat by the elegant window of the restaurant with green vines climbing, enjoying the elegant environment and the sound of rain outside the window.

The last dragonborn has left, and the two key magic experiments that are going on will not bear fruit in the short term. Anvis' college life has resumed its usual rhythm.

In such a soothing and comfortable environment, people will always calm down unconsciously.

...

"Man, I can't believe all the girls like Coravin, it's not fair!"

When he closed his eyes slightly to rest his mind, the voice of a nearby male student suddenly became louder and reached his ears.

Anweis opened his eyes casually, and glanced in the direction of the sound.

What I saw were two male students, both of whom were in the middle of the third stage.

Among them, the red-haired boy was complaining to the helpless black-haired boy sitting opposite him.

Judging from their dining manners, neither of them came from a famous family.

"...I mean, what can I do better than him?"

Hearing this, the black-haired boy couldn't help laughing.

"You mean, apart from handsome appearance, smart mind, excellent talent, money, strong background and strong strength? Apart from these, he can't compare to you in anything?"

"Haha, that's funny! . . . well, maybe he has something I don't have, but he's never been responsible for girls, and I'll be nice to them!"

"There's value in being a good person, right?"

The red-haired boy smiled awkwardly, and then forcefully argued with some dissatisfaction.

"..."

The black-haired boy was silent for a moment, then smiled politely and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.

"..."

The corners of Anweis' eyes twitched slightly when he heard this, and he couldn't help raising his glass and took a sip of the juice, lamenting that such creatures as honest people can be found everywhere.

At this time, the academy identity card on his body suddenly shook, and a unique magical wave touched the trace of spiritual power left in his identity card.

This means that someone is contacting him with an ID card, which is similar to Blue Star's cell phone ringtone.

Taking out the ID card casually, Anweis checked the message, and his expression suddenly changed.

The Albins siblings were attacked! Hillier's life and death are unknown! Albins sent an urgent call for help!

Encountering such an unexpected incident, he instantly lost the interest to continue enjoying the atmosphere.

After gulping down the remaining juice in the glass, Anvis sent the location of the two to the head of the family, notifying him to send emergency support, and then quickly left the restaurant.

………

Three magic hours later, when Anweis saw the Albins siblings again, they were already in Olivendi's branch in the capital.

Hillier's face was as white as paper, lying weakly on the life resuscitation table in the recovery room, falling into a deep coma.

A high-level therapist was giving her emergency treatment, and a light silver magical aura flowed out from the healer's palm, wrapping her body.

This can maintain her physical condition and prevent the injury from getting worse.

Albins sat silently on the side of the hospital bed, staring blankly at Hillier's pale side face, clenched his hands tightly, and strong pain and anger flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Albins turned his head and looked at the door with his blue eyes covered with scarlet blood.

Seeing the appearance of Anweis, he immediately stood up and bowed solemnly to Anweis.

"Thank you very much for your help, Anvis! I don't know what the prophet of the Olivendi family predicted, but I will definitely repay you in the future!"

"I trust your promise, Albins."

Gently nodding to Albins, Anweis looked at Hillier on the treatment table.

"How's Hillary?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Albins' right hand unconsciously clenched tightly, and then loosened.

He opened his mouth reluctantly, but in the end he couldn't say anything, he just shook his head feebly.

"The spiritual sea is almost completely broken, and the consciousness has been severely damaged. Now I can only temporarily use magic to stabilize her spiritual sea. But the hope of reawakening, I'm afraid..."

At this time, the family therapist on the side answered instead of Albins.

She had just finished the emergency treatment for Hillier, and now she turned to Anweis and stated the test results in a low voice.

But in the end, she also stopped and did not continue.

"Then how can I cure her?"

Anvis frowned, looking at the therapist with a serious expression.

"First of all, it is necessary to restore her spiritual sea with treasures that can reshape her spiritual sea. At the same time, use potions that warm and nourish her soul to gradually restore the injuries in her consciousness. This is the only way I can think of—"

The therapist glanced at Albins, sighed lightly, and shook his head slightly.

"I see."

Anvis nodded, feeling a little heavy.

The therapist saluted quietly, and then slowly left the room.

"Your Excellency Anvis, please save my sister, I will pay the price to satisfy you."

After she left, Albins spoke without hesitation, and fixed his eyes on Anweis.

Medicines that warm and nourish the soul are easy to say, but treasures that can reshape the spiritual world are extremely rare, no matter what kind, they are truly priceless.

This kind of critical moment is almost equivalent to the treasure of a life, and no one or any force will have too much.

But no matter what, the life of the idiot old lady is the most important thing.

Albins has already made a decision in his heart, even if he reveals the secret of the ancient high elf ruins, he must save Hillier.

"It needn't be, Albins."

Facing the gaze of the brown-haired boy who was sinking his boat, Anweis smiled and shook his head.

"You and Hillier are both friends of my Anvis, so I wouldn't use one friend's injury to blackmail the other."

Raising his hand to stop Albins who was still about to say something, Anweis walked over and took a closer look at Hillier who was lying on the treatment table like a Sleeping Beauty.

"Needless to say, I will apply to the family for the treasures and potions to treat Hillier. If you feel embarrassed about this, then treat it as if you owe me a favor, and that's it—"

"Now, can you tell me about the cause and process of the incident?"

"Of course, Anvis!"

Looking at the soft and deep blue eyes of the boy in front of him, Albins nodded vigorously.

Under the ups and downs, he only felt a little sore at the tip of his nose, and there seemed to be a rush of heat in his heart.

No matter how precocious, no matter how talented.

Now he is still just a half-year-old boy.