Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

After reading the contents of the first three letters, the last dragonborn took out the last letter.

When he took out this letter, he keenly noticed the difference between the fourth letter and the first three letters——

Although it was also in an envelope, the envelope was not sealed and had no delivery date on it.

Moreover, the edge of the letter paper of this letter has a gap, obviously torn from a certain book.

Unlike the first three letters, which were rough and had some misspellings, the font of this letter is obviously more delicate, and it seems to be written by a woman.

'It's been a month and a half, and he hasn't heard from him anymore, let the nobles keep their damn money! I can't wait any longer! '

‘Merchenkoburg, I have to go, the children can only ask their mother to take care of them temporarily. '

'I have been with him day and night for fifteen years, and I can't bear the pain of losing him. This time, no matter what happens, I will be with him. '

'May the gods bless us—'

After reading all four letters, a prompt popped up again on the panel.

[System prompt: The 'Dead' mission is completed, triggering the C-level mission 'Tracking']

[Task introduction: The blood-stained letter reveals the message of the deceased. In order to find her lover who lost contact during an escort mission, she embarked on a never-ending journey. 】

【Mission Objective: Find the last whereabouts of the escort team. 】

[Task reward: 250,000 experience points]

【Completion: 0%】

After reading the system prompts, the last dragonborn casually put away a few letters, and finally checked the necklace.

A heart-shaped pendant of the same material hangs on the necklace, which can be opened.

The elf stretched out his fingers and lightly pressed on the top of the pendant. The pitch-black top cover popped open, revealing a tiny phantom photo inside.

The girl with blond hair and white dress placed her left hand in a V shape in front of her, and her right hand embraced a young brown-haired mercenary, smiling brightly.

This kind of phantom necklace is usually a pair, and the material is not valuable. When collecting trophies on the battlefield, if such a pendant is found, the victor will also leave it to the dead by default.

No one can guarantee that they will not die on the battlefield, but at least they hope that they can always be with their lovers when they sleep forever.

After years of experience in online novels and role-playing games, the last dragonborn has come to a conclusion.

There is a high probability that the lover this woman is looking for is gone.

And this has an inseparable relationship with their last mission, more precisely, with the batch of goods they secretly escorted.

The location of Manchenko Fort is not too far from here on the map. Even at the speed of the caravan, it only takes about seven days to arrive.

What exactly were they escorting?

A gust of cool wind gently blew the weeds by the roadside, and the dilapidated dead body of the woman lay quietly in the weeds, with a pair of empty blood-colored eye sockets eaten by wolves, staring at him as if begging.

Looking at the several coins in his hand that were also stained with blood, the elf was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"I, the last dragonborn, accept your employment—"

Afterwards, the elf didn't hesitate anymore, compared the location on the system map, he changed direction, and jumped towards the direction of Fort Manchenko.

What the last dragonborn didn't know was that all his actions at this time fell into the sight of a goshawk in the sky.

Separating the last dragonborn from the caravan was a plan that Anvis had already arranged.

Since the files will be deleted at the end of the closed beta, these 100x experience version players are like unstable bombs. In order to test some "game mechanics", it is possible to pull others to explode at any time.

The most terrifying thing is that they can blow up five times in total!

But after all, it is a rare player sample, and Anweis will not let him completely out of sight, maybe it will be used sometime in the future.

.....

Floating boat, fifth day, dinner time.

Still at that table, Anweis and Hillier chatted, and Albins ate in silence.

"At seven o'clock tomorrow morning, the airship will arrive at the academy."

With a beautiful tone like a chant, Anweiss sighed with a mixture of truth and falsehood.

"Time, you are always so hasty and indifferent—"①

The pigeon ran out by itself before, and now it was flying around in the cafeteria. No one could see it anyway, and Anweis just pretended that it didn't exist.

"Well, after arriving at the academy, can we meet again?"

Hearing the news, Hillier was a little bit reluctant.

After several days of getting along, thanks to Anvis's approachability, the girl gradually lost her initial restraint and regained her original lively and cheerful personality.

But she knew in her heart that she and Anweis were not from the same world after all.

Therefore, even though she admired the elegant and handsome Anweis very much, the slender girl was only careful, keeping this hazy feeling in her heart.

At this moment, she only has one hope, that the time of this journey can be a little longer, and a little longer...

"There will be a chance, Hillier."

Anvis comforted the girl in a gentle manner, with a little bit of regret on his expression, showing his aristocratic demeanor.

"May I ask, which sect and sub-faction will the two of you go to after entering the academy?"

"Before boarding the ship, the adults of the academy detected that I have a strong talent for the illusion school...but I haven't decided which sub-faction to choose."

The slender fingertips wrapped around a strand of brown hair hanging down to her shoulders. The girl lowered her eyebrows and thought for a while, and said in a somewhat uncertain tone.

"Change school, time-space form change faction."

Albins raised his head slightly, spat out a sentence with precious words, and then lowered his head again.

The girl glared at her impolite brother, and then gave Anvis an apologetic look.

Anweis shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands to the girl, and smiled helplessly, expressing that he was used to his character.

"What about you, Anweis, which school would you choose to enter?"

"My choice?"

Anvis smiled slightly.

"I will enter the mystical school."

Although Pamir College also has a prophecy department, Anweis will never choose to join it.

That was too ostentatious and inconsistent with his purpose of minimizing his presence.

Moreover, entering the Mystic School of Pamir Academy was originally part of his plan.

As an ancient force with the same background as the four major families, some things collected by the Mystic School of Pamir Academy made Anweis very coveted.

"Mysterious school? Is it very strong?"

Hillier was a little puzzled, she hadn't even heard about the mystic school before.

"Not necessarily very strong, but very profound and mysterious."

Anvis smiled.

"Magic is vast. Over the long years, countless spells have been created."

"Hillier, in your opinion, do all spells have their casting models?