Rebirth of Noble Mage

2021-04-08

Chapter 17 Old Days Secret Scripture

Anves frowned , he has no impression of this book, and the author is probably even small Reputation doesn’t count.

How did such a book end up in the family library?

Does it have a high collection value for its material?

While speculating slightly maliciously about the origin of the book, Anves quickly flipped through it.

The material of the pages is similar to parchment, with pale-yellow peculiar to old books. The inner text is also written in pale-silver High Elf script.

The first half is composed of several absurd high elves’ long poems, and the second half is some abstract sketch illustrations, which seem to be the landscapes that the author draws at will.

Based on the style of writing these psalms, Anves judges that the author of this book, ‘Hill’, should have lived around the middle to late Golden Age.

Judging from the rare and sparse structure of the first half of the book, the second half of the illustrations, and even a few empty pages at the end, it is probably just a notepad-like casual work.

However, Anves noticed that on the last page of the body of the long poem, the font on it was a little fuzzy, and the page itself was slightly blackened.

“There are no magic fluctuations, and the content is worthless.”

After flipping through the pages, Anves frowned slightly, staring at the dark green cover, rubbing his chin unconsciously.

The strange intimacy becomes clearer in hand, but it doesn’t stop there.

He reluctantly flipped through it again, and deliberately checked the slightly blackened page, but still found nothing.

Anves gave up the study of the contents of the book, put his index finger and middle finger together, stroking the surface of the book, feeling the texture of the cover. Tap twice from time to time to hear the feedback.

Afterwards, he put his nose up and carefully sniffed the smell on the surface of the material.

After hesitating for a while, he sensed the taste with the tip of his tongue.

After checking for a long time, Anves was a little surprised to find that the material making up the book cover did not belong to any material he had ever known!

This is a very rare situation, you know, the little Anves in the previous life has the title of Archmage.

A material that even he doesn’t understand, its rarity can be imagined.

Anves fell into contemplation, and he vaguely understood in his heart that the next step should be to link this book with spirit strength.

It’s just that this book feels a little weird to him. He is not a player who can be resurrected now, and he must consider the risks of doing so.

 …

“That’s it, so I want your help.”

In the Moonlin Castle study, the Duke sat in his large Behind the Black Dragon bloodwood writing desk, listen carefully to Anves’s narration.

A peculiar and delicate hourglass is placed in the corner of the writing desk, suspended in the transparent crystal prism above the base, and the delicate silver sand with blue stars is falling like water, making a faint rustling sound.

Learning what happened, the duke applauded the nodded, affirming the prudence of Anves informing him of the whole thing, and asking him to help check if there was any danger.

“You made the right choice, Anves! You can’t be too careful with these mysterious items whose effects have not been identified.

You know, Pie and Trap’s The probabilities are often equal.

You have to remember, as the bloodline successor of my Olivendi family, don’t put yourself in a dangerous situation at any time!”

Said, The Duke casually tapped on the table, and a miniature array of ice blue flashed under his finger. A few seconds later, Leonard’s stern silhouette appeared at the door.

“Your Excellency, what is your order?”

“Go to the third division of the miscellaneous notes area of the large library and find a book called ‘The Poems of Hill’, Bring it here, here is the permission plate.”

Taking out a silver metal plate engraved with the family crest, Duke Karrot handed it over to Leonard.

In less than half a minute, Mr. Butler returned to the study, put the book and the nameplate on the table, and quietly exited the room.

“Is this the book?”

“Yes, father.”

Without double-checking, the second time Leonard returned to his study, Anves said I felt that familiar intimacy.

There is no doubt that the source is the thick book on the desktop.

The Duke beckoned, and dark green’s thick book flew into his hand automatically, and he slowly read it through the sunlight projected into the room by the ornate round arched window.

“father, did you find anything?”

Anves watched the Duke’s movements quietly, with a little curiosity in his tone.

“Its material is somewhat special, it seems to originate from some unusually ancient creature.” .

But then, his relaxed face slowly became serious, and a dignified flash of blue eyes flashed.

The result was completely beyond his expectations. Under the powerful ninth rank spirit strength detection, the book did not have the slightest magic fluctuation or abnormal feedback, as if it was an ordinary handicraft book.

“Nothing unusual? Interesting… Anves, do you still feel that way about it now?”

Looking at the unchanged dark green tome, the Duke’s blue His eyes narrowed gradually.

“Yes, father.”

Anves glanced wistfully at the book in the Duke’s hand, nodded confirmed.

“Okay, then take it, connect it with your spirit strength. If there is a problem, I will immediately cut the connection, don’t worry about anything-“

I don’t see the Duke have What action, dark green’s thick ancient book floated out of thin air from his palm and slowly floated towards Anves.

Anves breathed deeply, reaching out to catch it, and reaching out for your spirit strength to connect with it.

In an instant, a strange change occurred.

Under Anves’ eyes, an eerily ominous dark ‘breath’ gradually emanated from the surface of the book.

Inky shadows flow like water from the pale-silver font on the cover, gradually spreading all around.

Soon, the original pale-silver title was completely engulfed, shadowing a dark, amorphous mass that wriggled to occupy the center of the cover.

On the back of the book, the originally pale silver and warm sun symbol has now turned into a dark scorching sun.

The sunlight that surrounds all around becomes twisted and frantic, like countless tentacles struggling and fluttering, giving people a weird and abominable feeling.

Faintly discernable whispers echoed deep in Anves’ mind as the book changed.

The voice made him a little trance-like, and it wasn’t any language he knew. He even suspected that the sound was not produced by the human vocal cords.

The environment all around gradually begins to distort, and the light is slightly distorted and blurred.

The colors of various objects become intense and vivid, like an old photo with full contrast.

The originally weak and orderly rustling sound of the hourglass has become clear, disorderly and frantic. As if some sort of cluttered and meaningless background noise from the depths of a desolate universe.

Anves, not paying attention to the change in circumstances, turned the book back to the front a second time.

At this time, the dark shadow mass seemed to have completely digested the original pale silver text.

It twisted and deformed again, forming two pitch-black High Elf words in the place of the original title.

“Old Days Secret Scripture?①”

①: The original text is two high elven words connected together, the first word means: past; ancient; Long time, the second is the secret; the secret; the secret knowledge.

(End of this chapter)