Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

"You said, Anweis entered the Academy of Mysteries and Relics?"

In Moonfall Castle, Duke Carlot frowned after listening to Steward Leonard's report.

According to his original prediction, with Anvis' character like a scholar and mage, he should choose the school of change that directly points to the truth.

"Dear Carlot, our Anvis chose the mystic school, there must be his reasons."

Duchess Elena brushed the light golden curly hair around her ears, and spoke softly, her eyes were full of love for her youngest son.

"Besides, the mystery system also has the benefits of the mystery system. Among the ancient items excavated from the ruins, it is impossible to say which one is a hidden treasure."

"Hidden treasure?"

The Duke shook his head dumbfounded.

No one who can climb to the top is a fool. Even if you don't know the use of real high-level mysterious items, there are still some eighth-level and ninth-level powerhouses who are willing to collect them.

The items placed on the open side for the students to study will not exceed the seventh rank.

As his own son, the direct bloodline of the Olivendi family, what significance can those low-level mysterious items have for Anweis?

"Forget it, it's his own choice after all."

………

That night, in the lower town of Karras, the "Wet Cat" tavern.

Two creaking old wooden doors were pushed open, and a figure hidden under a black cloak appeared at the door.

Ignoring the noisy noise, the filthy and hot air, and the hostile gazes from around, the cloaked figure went straight to the bar and sat down.

"What would you like to have?"

Seeing a new customer, the strong and strong tavern owner and bartender came over. He wiped off the dust that didn't exist on the wooden countertop with a rag, and opened his mouth in a rough voice.

"A cup of Black Forest, add a sliced ​​lime leaf, no ice, shake well."

The man in the cloak spoke flatly, with a rich and deep voice.

This wine is made by mixing five parts of thorn wine, two parts of mead and one part of fennel juice. It is one of the most expensive drinks in this tavern for five silver coins a glass.

"Also, replace the thorn wine with the seventeenth year. I know you still have more than half of the bottle!"

"Okay, a gold coin!"

The tavern owner nodded indifferently, took out a dusty wine bottle from under the bar, and poured it into the shaker together with the other two drinks.

Soon, a glass of bubbling dark gray wine was placed in front of the cloaked man.

The figure reached out a hand from under the cloak and pressed a gold coin on the counter.

This hand is dark brown in color, with calluses on the tiger's mouth, and even a distorted light brown scar on the back of the hand.

Seeing this hand, the malicious eyes around him disappeared a lot. But when he saw the bright golden color, his gaze instantly became a few more.

"Hmph... I think it's time for you to clean up!"

Sensing the malice surrounding him, the man in the cloak snorted muffledly, raised his glass and took a sip of wine, unmoved in the slightest.

"What's the use of cleaning up so cleanly? This is a tavern, not a hotel!"

The tavern owner wiped the bar counter casually, touched the gold coin in his hand, and isolated it from the greedy eyes around him.

The cloaked man snorted again, raised his glass and drank the wine in one gulp. Immediately, he put the cup on the bar, got up and left the tavern, completely ignoring the tail that followed quietly behind him.

Under the cover of a black cloak, the hands of a warrior who had experienced many vicissitudes of life in front of the silhouette have now transformed into the delicate paleness unique to spellcasters.

In the tavern, the boss turned around and entered the inner room, uncovered a seemingly old wooden floor, revealing the miniature communication array underneath, and sent out a specific set of codes.

"Seventeen—"

On the other side, seeing the bright light of the communication circle, the black-robed figure who was waiting by the side raised his hand gently,

Skillfully put a special magic paper into it.

When he picked it up again, lines emitting a faint light had already been printed on the paper.

Holding the paper on a golden plate, he walked into a study room, facing the gorgeous seat shrouded in deep darkness, he bowed deeply respectfully, and at the same time presented the tray with both hands.

At some point, a vague figure appeared on the seat, as if it had been there from the beginning to the end.

Not seeing any movement from the figure, the paper flew in front of him by itself. He glanced at the lines on the paper, and in the next moment, the black flames as deep as night completely engulfed the whole paper.

"Mystical school?"

Looking up at the person who was still bowing deeply, the figure spoke hoarsely, with a special sense of overlapping echoes in the tone, which seemed very strange.

"Inform the dark side, keep a close watch on his daily actions, and pay special attention to the content of his research."

After finishing speaking, the figure lightly tapped on the table, and the figure melted into the darkness again.

"For the Empire!!!"

Hearing the sound, the black-robed figure straightened up and frantically spoke to the empty seat again. After bowing deeply again, he turned and left without delay.

Following the departure of the man in black, deathly silence returned to the empty and dark study room.

After a long time, suddenly there was a faint voice echoing softly.

"Empire...?"

………

Anweis, who was in the academy, was not clear about what happened outside. At this time, he was doing his best to study the secret arts recorded in the Mercury Prophecy Book.

During the few days waiting for the official start of school, Anweis studied the "Mercury Prophecy Book" and experimented with some prophecy school magic during the day.

Occasionally, I will go around the academy to look around and buy some mid-to-low-level magic items that may be used.

At night, he practiced Carlot's meditation method, and read the "Secrets of the Past" every night, using the mysterious patterns on its title page to stimulate the growth of spiritual power, and lived a very regular life.

In the meantime, Albins contacted Anvis through his ID card and agreed to his proposal.

Anweisi invited the siblings to meet at his residence, and took out the contract that he had prepared in advance.

The content of the contract is the same as previously agreed, and there are not many restrictions on Albins, just to ensure that he can obtain the latest research results of Albins as soon as possible.

And, establish Albins' status as the family's guest secretary.

This is very important. The existence of this identity means that he has officially joined the camp of the Olivendi family.

No matter what forces want to recruit him in the future, they must take this into consideration.

In order to ensure this, Anvis specifically requested a contract of the highest standard from Duke Carlot.

The ink is made of paper made from the skin of a ninth-level monster, and top alchemy materials such as the essence of the void beholder and the blood of a ninth-level dragon.

The text of the contract was written by the ninth-rank alchemist himself, and the power of rules drawn from the underworld as a witness, even the ninth-rank peak powerhouse can restrain it.

The sum of the value of all the resources he paid Albins was not even a fraction of the value of this contract.

This is the arrangement for the third speaker of the Magic Council, [Ring of Time and Space] Vernica.

In the original future, she would accept Albins as the only direct student.

But now, when Albins voluntarily signed the contract, something changed.

Unless this contract is terminated, no matter how much you love talents, the Magic Council will not dare to train a genius from another camp.

And this kind of contract involving the power of rules, even if it is the [Ring of Time and Space] at the peak of the ninth rank, it will be extremely difficult to unilaterally cancel it.

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