Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

On the second day, in the morning.

Anvis, led by Leonard, came to the Duke's study.

At this time, Duke Carlot was sitting leisurely behind the large writing desk, playing with a faint blue crystal cluster emitting a little silver light in his hands.

Sunlight penetrated into the room from the tall arched window behind the Duke, and the pale beam of light shrouded the Duke's black gold-patterned gown, outlining a faintly radiant silhouette, setting off his figure incomparably majestic.

"Father--"

Stepping gracefully into the room, Anweis bowed to the Duke, and behind him, the butler in a black tuxedo closed the door.

The Duke nodded slightly to him, motioning for him to sit down on the seat beside him.

"I've asked you for two things, Anvis."

Putting the crystal cluster on the corner of the table, the Duke opened the drawer, took out an exquisite invitation letter, and placed it on the table.

The main body of the invitation letter is an elegant dark blue color, with complicated patterns all over the edges, and a mysterious castle coat of arms with a purple-gold luster embossed in the center.

"The first thing is, the Royal Pamir Academy has sent an invitation letter. The first day of the Fire Moon, that is, one month later, is the time for you to go to the Royal Capital Academy for further study."

While the Duke was speaking, the invitation letter on the table floated up by itself, and slowly fell into Anweis' hands.

Anvis had heard of the name of Pamir Academy, which was founded by Emperor Gloria himself and recognized as the top academy in the entire empire. Every year, only a few hundred to a thousand new students will be recruited within the entire empire.

Pamir means "brilliance" in Mani language.

Only true geniuses, or descendants of nobles whose family status has reached a certain level, or both, can receive invitation letters from the Pamir Academy.

In a sense, this is not just an invitation, but a symbol of a class. Receiving it is equivalent to receiving a ticket to high society.

"Father, will Fiona go to the academy with me?"

After carefully looking at the invitation letter in his hand, Anvis put it in the ring, and then suddenly thought of something, so he couldn't help asking.

"Fiona..."

Repeating the girl's name, Carlos lowered his gaze, instinctively stroked the engraving on the mithril cufflinks with his fingertips, and then tapped the table with his index finger, as if hesitating in his heart.

For a moment, the Duke sighed, closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again, his eyes calmed down.

"Although the talent is amazing, her character is still immature... I will postpone her invitation letter for another year, until next year's Hearthfire Moon."

As he spoke, Duke Carlot raised his eyes to look at Anvis again, his blue eyes against the light reflected the perfect appearance of a noble boy.

"By next year, if Fiona's character is still so innocent... then I will trouble you to take care of her a little bit in the academy."

"Of course, I'll do my best, Father."

Breathing the unique scent of flowers in the room where the ancient books were placed, Anweis nodded gracefully and calmly agreed.

"Sometimes it's really hard for me to believe that you were only born a year before Fiona"

Hearing Anweis' answer, the Duke couldn't help but put a smile on his face.

"The second thing, Anvis. How much do you know about the School of Prophecy?"

With a thoughtful look on his face, Anweis spoke slowly for a moment.

"The School of Prophecy, which focuses on the study of the web of fate, is able to peek into fragments of future information through certain spells. It is a very powerful and mysterious profession."

"However, according to the description in the book, only those with certain talents can be qualified to learn prophecy. And the emergence of such qualifications is completely irregular."

"That's right, Anvis, this is the second thing today—"

The Duke nodded in satisfaction,

I am very pleased with Anweisi's profound knowledge.

"You mean, the prediction talent test?"

Anweis immediately 'understood', with a bright smile on his face very cooperatively, as if he was excited about the upcoming test.

"Not bad! Now your strength has reached the testing standard.

Later, the chief prophet of the family will come here to test whether you have the talent of a prophet. "

Seeing Anvis' excited expression, the unknown Duke Carlot smiled and nodded, affirming his guess.

After a while, Leonard opened the door again, and a slightly short figure covered in a strange gray robe appeared at the door.

When he saw this person for the first time, Anweis thought he was just a little mysterious in appearance.

But after careful observation, Anweis noticed that there seemed to be some kind of strange quality in this person.

It was a slightly distorted and alienated feeling, as if there was an illusory barrier between the space he was in and the surrounding environment.

There seemed to be some kind of slight distortion in the ambient light as it reached him. This made his figure look a bit dim, and seemed out of place with the bright surroundings.

The overlapping hood covered his head, hiding his face in deep shadows, making it difficult to see.

"Good day, Your Excellency the Chief Prophet!"

Anweis immediately got up, with a respectful expression on his face, he touched his chest with his right hand, and performed a standard aristocratic etiquette.

The figure in the gray robe seemed to be nodding slightly, but under the distorted atmosphere, Anweis couldn't see his movements clearly.

"Then, I will trouble Your Excellency."

The Duke turned his gaze to the figure in the gray robe, and said in an easy-going and equal manner.

"Do your best, Your Excellency."

The figure spoke for the first time, with a strangely mellow and crisp texture, it was the voice of a young girl.

She gently raised her hand, and a colorless crystal ball the size of a human head suddenly appeared, held in her palm.

That white and slender hand also showed once again that the chief prophet of the Olivendi family turned out to be a young girl!

Anvis instinctively showed a surprised expression on his face, as if he was surprised by the fact that the chief prophet of the family was a young girl.

In order to play his own identity well, he deliberately retrieved the expression of little Anweis in his previous life at this time from his memory, and performed a scene restoration.

"I don't know how old she really is... But if she can cultivate to the seventh level, she must be at least one or two hundred years old, maybe more..."

Looking at the prophet's hand holding the crystal ball, an impolite thought flashed through Anweis's mind, but he almost immediately choked it out.

Of course, because of the existence of the family talisman, the "girl" prophet in front of him should not be able to see through his thoughts, but Anweis didn't want to take meaningless risks.

The prophet didn't know the thoughts in the noble boy's mind just now, otherwise, she might try to use a physical method to set the crystal ball on Anweis's head, and then let him perceive it carefully.