Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

Breathing the air that is unique to the top of the snow mountain and filled with the smell of cold ice and snow, Anweis slowly got up, walked to the edge of the terrace, and then jumped out.

Under his feet, the invisible wind element turned into a ladder, gently lifting him up to the tall arched window of the Duke's study.

"Who's there?"

Although Anvis had tried his best to restrain his breath, Duke Carlot in the study still noticed something strange outside the window at such a close distance.

Seeing this, Anweis didn't hide it, he just tapped on the window lightly, signaling the Duke to let him in.

"Anweis...? Shouldn't you be in Pamir Academy now?"

In the study, Duke Carlot raised his head from among the piles of documents, and looked at the figure of Anvis who suddenly appeared with some doubts. At the same time, he waved his hand and lifted the protective magic of the window.

"You are right, my lord father, so there is indeed another 'I' who is studying at the Pamir Academy."

The body blurred into the study, and Anweis bowed slightly to the Duke.

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with this?"

The Duke was slightly taken aback, and then understood what Anweis meant. It's nothing more than a clone or some other spell with similar effects, but in the Duke's view, doing this in Pamir Academy is not a small risk.

"I don't know from your point of view, am I talking to you with my real body now, or just arranged for a clone to return secretly?"

Facing the duke's blue eyes, Anvis remained calm.

"I see, this is some kind of adventure for you."

After carefully looking at Anweis' body, the Duke couldn't help but nodded clearly.

"Although it's not very sure, I think this should be your clone."

The magical aura on Anweisi's body is not strong, only the fifth level, but it can make him unable to distinguish the authenticity from the fake for a while.

However, Pamir Academy is shrouded in glorious mythos, and it may be difficult for Anvis to hide from the long-term detection of mythos, so in the Duke's view, it is more likely that Anvis himself is still living normally in the academy, just arranged A clone returned secretly.

"Your insight is always so keen, my lord father."

Anweisi complimented in a very natural tone, anyway, the Duke can't tell the difference, so he is a clone now.

"Come to meet me in my study in the middle of the night in this form, tell me, what is your purpose?"

Nodding his head, Duke Carlot didn't bother with the matter anymore, but directly asked about Anvis' purpose.

"That's right, I heard from the academy that Fiona is about to become the lord."

After deliberating for a while, Anweis finally revealed his reason for coming.

"That's why I came here overnight to apply to you for the position of Fiona's adjutant."

"Being Fiona's lieutenant? Are you serious, Anvis?"

The Duke's eyebrows frowned, and he waved his hand, directly sweeping those obtrusive documents on the desktop between the two into the subspace.

At the same time, his upper body leaned forward slightly, his blue eyes fixed on Anvis's, as if he wanted to directly read the thoughts in his little son's mind.

The position of a lord's adjutant is a rather special position in this world.

Because in this world, the key to becoming a lord is to have absolute force. Under this premise, the lord must be the strongest in the entire territory.

But most of the high-level professionals are actually not keen on governing the territory. They would rather use this time to cultivate, conduct magic research, hold various carnival parties, etc.

Therefore, they need an adjutant who is good at managing the territory to help them manage the territory, similar to a butler who manages the daily affairs of the castle.

The lords are only responsible for making those major decisions and ensuring the rule and stability of the territory with their own force. The lieutenant of the lord needs to advise them and deal with the daily chores of the territory.

For this reason, the lord's adjutant may have a lot of power, but correspondingly, their own training time will be severely compressed by the territorial affairs.

According to Duke Carlot,

Anweis ran to become a lord's adjutant, which was completely outweighed by the gains.

Because no matter how Fiona's territory is managed, it doesn't matter to the Olivendi family. But if Anweisi's improvement in strength is slowed down, even if it is only a little bit, it will be a huge loss for the family.

After all, in this world, the ones who really hold the right to speak are still the powerhouses at the top.

"I have to ask you first, Anvis, do you really understand why the family suddenly made her the lord at this time?

"I think it's to lure those enemies who want to attack Fiona?"

Facing Duke Carlot's questioning, Anvis spoke without changing his face.

"Fiona's side should have already set up a terrifying defense net. Once the enemy breaks in, the net will be closed immediately. Let other potential enemies of the empire see the painful price of attacking Fiona."

"Since you know this, why, Anvis? Give me a reason!"

Anweis's answer was completely correct. The Duke leaned back on the back of the chair again, with his arms folded, and was a little puzzled about what Anweis' purpose was.

"You should be clear, my lord father, I am a prophet, and according to my prophecy, Fiona's appointment as the lord this time will bring unprecedented great changes to the Gloria Empire.

The process of helping Fiona manage the territory can bring me a huge power of destiny feedback, which is completely incomparable to those daily practices. "

Anweisi looked calm. Anyway, he basically does not rely on practice to upgrade now, but depends more on the power feedback from the old secret scriptures.

Hang up?

Can the matter of scholars be called opening up, that is called macro-control!

"Fate? I see..."

Hearing this reply, Duke Carlot was a little speechless. He didn't understand the things of the School of Prophecy, but the family prophet did say that the state of the web of fate has been a bit abnormal recently, and there may be something big about to happen in the empire.

With the close relationship between Anweis and Fiona, they might have predicted something.

Thinking of this, Duke Carlot didn't stop him anymore. Anyway, what Anvis came back was just a clone, even if there was an accident, it didn't matter.

So, on the second day, Fiona, who was about to take office, was pleasantly surprised to learn from the Duke that Anvis returned secretly last night and would help her manage the territory as her adjutant.

For a girl who suddenly became a lord and was a little at a loss, this is undoubtedly a huge reassurance.

"Brother, are you back?! Thank you for helping me!"

Seeing Anweis in a black cloak with a hood covering half of his face, although she felt a little strange about Anweis's attire, Fiona still warmly gave him a hug.

Since she was a child, Anweisi has been much better than her in other aspects except for her talent in cultivation. She has never seen anything that can hinder her fourth brother.

The little girl was still wishing on the stars at the window last night. If she could get the help of Anvis, then even an inexperienced self could manage the territory well and become a qualified lord.

At the moment, the two cubs curled up beside her a little bit listlessly. Last night Fiona was so nervous that she couldn't sleep, and as a result, they could only accompany the girl to make a wish.

"Don't say anything, Fei, I'm returning secretly this time, and it's inconvenient to reveal my identity. So next, I will be your adjutant as a fifth-level ice warlock [Levin Boli]. Don't make a mistake. "

Looking at the jumping girl, Anweis smiled slightly.

"Then, let's go, my dear Lord Fiona—"

On the way to Silver Gull City in the flying carriage that symbolizes status, Fiona was always humming an elf serenade tune in a good mood, and at the same time, her little hand unconsciously pressed a fluffy white hair on her chest. On the cute talisman.

Aside, looking at the [Lucky Rabbit Foot] that Fiona was holding, Anweis was in a somewhat delicate mood.

Is this thing still there?

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