Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

　　 In the early morning, the glimmer penetrates the eyelids, awakening Anvis from his sleep

　　 He opened his eyes, sat up slowly, and glanced around in silence.

　　The exquisite silk drapery, the gorgeous ceiling intertwined with blue and gold, the exquisitely crafted luxury furniture, all the layouts are mysterious and wonderful.

　　 The floor is covered with an extremely expensive carpet, which can even sink into the ankle softly when stepping on it.

　　 Silently spread out his hands wrapped in his pajamas, Anvis tried to construct the spell in the way he remembered.

　　 The faint blue flame suddenly rises, floating in the slender and pale palm out of thin air.

　　 gazed at the quietly burning flames in his palm, and a sense of absurdity rose from his heart.

　　 Although he has been in this world for several years, he still has this illusion sometimes.

　　 Looking through the window, several towering minarets are suspended in mid-air.

　　 Under the radiance of the rising sun, the white tower is shining with dim silver light, which is extremely mysterious and beautiful.

　　 "Tuk, Tuk, Tuk—"

　　 Three times in a row, the door of the room was knocked on time by Leonard's butler.

　　 Anvis quickly agreed, put his thoughts away with the flame, and then rang the bell on the bedside, calling the little maid to help him change his clothes and wash.

　　 When he first crossed, he still had the habit of sleeping late, but after many unpleasant memories, Mr. Butler successfully helped him correct this.

　　 Assuming that Anves didn't respond just now, Leonard will be silent for dozens of seconds, and then knock three times.

　　 If there is still no response after knocking on the door for the second time, Leonard will give another ten seconds of grace, and then push the door directly in, using magic to get rid of Anves' sleepiness.

　　 such as a sober cold water ball.

　　 Facing the anger of being awakened by Anvis’s dream, Leonard’s original words were: If the young master does not want sleep to be disturbed by me, please work hard to become stronger than me.

　　 Incidentally, Leonard is the eighth-tier pinnacle warlock, converted into a game level, it is 88 to 89.

　　 Putting on the complex noble costumes glowing with magical aura, Anvis walked downstairs slowly, ready to go to the restaurant for a meal.

　　 "Good morning, Brother Anvis!"

　　 A slightly tender and soft voice rang in his ears, and the dark castle corridor suddenly lit up, and a little girl like sunshine appeared before his eyes.

　　The light golden long hair like the morning sun dangles like water, flowing freely on the back of her white gauze skirt, the snow-white skin can be broken by blows, and the delicate little face strives to make a serious expression.

　　 The girl made a formal salute to Anves, her big watery lake blue eyes blinked cutely, her eyes pure and clean.

　　 The early morning sunlight casts in from the towering painted crystal window, forming a slanted beam of light.

　　 She stood in the beam of light, her beautiful figure glowing with a white hazy glow, as pure and holy as a ray of sunlight.

　　 "Good morning, dear Fei."

　　 Good morning, Olivendi’s Star Diamond, Howling Wind Crystal Bird’s Crown Feather, Northern Hope Star, White Princess, Fiona Low Olivendi crowned.

　　 Anweis habitually showed an elegant smile, and nodded gently to her, feeling a little in his heart.

　　 Compared to his unfamiliar dragon sleeve, the name of [White Princess] Fiona can be said to be like a legend.

　　 One of the few 9th-order extreme powerhouses in the four major family alliance camps, and the strength is enough to rank in the top three.

　　 has a glorious record of killing the ninth-order magic swordsman alone and destroying the entire alliance crusade army. I don't know how many players and NPCs died under her superpower magic.

　　 It’s just that, compared to her pretentious and serious look, her face will always have a cold expression in future generations, as if her smile has been gone forever.

　　As a direct line of Olivendi, Anves also learned some special secrets.

　　 Although Fiona is his sister in name, her origin is actually a mystery.

　　 Her naming ceremony was held when Anves was one and a half years old, but Anves remembered clearly that the Duchess was not pregnant at all during that time.

　　 What puzzled him was that the girl did carry the breath of two legendary bloodlines.

　　 And, judging from her unconsciously charisma, the concentration of her blood is probably stronger than her!

　　 Her eye-catching feeling is not an illusion, but a manifestation of her unconsciously attracted light.

　　 After greeting each other, the two of them walked down the wide staircase covered with red carpet, passing between the handrails of dragon heart wood and the elegant elf sculptures.

　　 A few huge embossed decorative pillars of cloud stone from far to near, the breakfast room has arrived.

　　A magical flame burns in the exquisitely crafted fireplace, and portraits of ancestors large and small are hung on the wall on the side of the fireplace.

　　 Gloria-style curtains and drapery were pulled apart by the maids to let the morning sun shine in.

　　 In the breakfast room, Duke Carlot is sitting at the end of the white long table, browsing the latest issue of the "Morning Empire" presented by the butler.

　　 This is the newspaper he must read every day. In addition, there are "Karllas" and "Magic Times".

　　In order to ensure the timeliness of newspapers, these newspapers will pass through a special conveying device as soon as they are just printed.

　　 From the magical photocopy tower in the outer ring of the remote capital or the floating city, to the duke's hands.

　　 "Unbelievable, the arrogant old stubborn group of the royal family actually passed the proposal!"

　　 Looking at it, the Duke couldn't help shaking the newspaper in his hand, his eyebrows were raised, and his tone was somewhat deliberately surprised.

　　 "Carrot, conservatives cannot represent the views of the entire royal family for such an important decision."

　　 Listening to the duke's slightly ridiculous evaluation, the Duchess Elena gracefully held up the slim Elf polychrome teacup, savoured a fragrant and magical glowing flower tea, and then smiled slightly.

　　 "It's true, but I believe you should be able to see that the opening of the Glory to traffic is not just as simple as building a magic train and laying a few tracks.

　　 This is a sign! In the name of Glory, it means that the empire has officially decided to implement the magical structure. "

　　 The Duke has crappy eyebrows, his eyes continue to scan the details of the report, and there is a faint worry in his heart.

　　"This is an unstoppable trend, Carlot, there is more than one empire on the continent.

　　 The advantages of popularization of construction outweigh the disadvantages. The Kingdom Federation has proved to us that the popularization of construction will bring much improvement to national strength.

　　 As Fergus puts it: Being in this changing world at this moment, only by constantly advancing can you stay where you are. "

　　 took a sip of tea again, and the beautiful princess raised her hand gracefully, gently combing her light golden hair behind her ears.

　　 "In order to make the die-hards compromise, the reformers will inevitably make concessions in other areas. The high probability of liberalizing restrictions is only a civilian construction, which will not have too much impact on the current stability of the empire."

　　 said, she put the tea cup back on the gold-inlaid tray, with her white arms gracefully resting on the table, smiling and looking at the duke, her eyes soft and tender.

　　 "Besides, we still have the youngest Tier 9 in the history of the empire. What if the situation is really turbulent?"

　　 "Ha, I understand, just sigh with emotion."

　　 Duke Carlot also laughed, and lightly tapped the table top with his finger, leaving a trail of slightly bluish frost marks.

　　 "Good morning, father, mother." x2

　　It just so happened that Anvis and Fiona entered the breakfast room and bowed to the Duke and Duchess to greet them.

　　 Duke Carlot nodded as usual, and Elena smiled enthusiastically.

　　 When saluting, Anvis noticed the headline of the newspaper in the hands of the Duke, the font was enlarged and bold, and it was printed on the most prominent part of the page.

　　 "The empire’s first magic-constructed train, the ‘Glory’, has officially opened to traffic in the royal capital today!"

　　 Anvis's pupils shrank slightly.

　　嚯! The first sign of the empire’s entry into a new era, the wheel of history has smashed forward a little bit—

　　Thinking, Anvis walked to the first place on the left side of the long table and took the seat from the left side of the chair. When sitting down, he paid special attention to his back and avoided contact with the back of the chair.

　　 After everyone is seated, the breakfast time officially begins.

　　 cedar sauce golden mirage soup, double-footed dragon grilled wings, crystal-roasted light feather swan, misty sea lobster salad...

　　 A series of extremely precious dishes were placed on a secluded silver plate with a strong demon-blocking property, and were presented by the servants like flowing water, allowing the Duke's family to use it.

　　The raw materials for each dish are magical plants with mild nature, and rare monsters of at least Tier 4 ingredients. It truly enables consumers to improve their strength while enjoying food.

　　For example, the Misty Sea Lobster Salad, the main material is selected for more than 130 years of growth, and the tail tip has turned into a light blue Tier 5 Misty Sea Lobster.

　　 It is a Tier 5 monster with a thin dragon bloodline, which only lives on the bottom of the misty sea far away from the mainland.

　　 For professionals below Tier 5 to eat, it can permanently improve their physical fitness. It is a precious ingredient that can be sent to the auction house for each one.

　　The Great Mage of the eighth-level protection system, the famous imperial gourmet master Balven, commented on this kind of beast: "Amazing delicate taste and delicious way—"

　　 However, fishing them is quite a dangerous job.

　　 The Misty Sea is an extremely dangerous sea area, including the famous fog of death, high-level sea beasts, and strange ocean currents that cause magical disturbances.

　　 Every year, many professionals are buried alive on the seabed in order to catch this lobster.

　　 During the meal, the butler of UU Reading www.uukānshu.com Leonard stood solemnly behind the Duke, paying close attention to the actions of the two children to ensure that they were not rude during the meal.

　　 If there is something wrong, Mr. Butler will immediately point it out and correct it.

　　 Anweis held a special enchanted mithril knife and fork, and carefully divided a piece of lobster meat to avoid making any noise.

　　 After the chef's wise treatment, the shrimp meat is tender with a little bit of elastic teeth. After a little chewing, the extremely sweet juice bursts in the mouth, leaving the lips and teeth fragrant.

　　 He nodded a little, and used a fork to fork a small piece of shrimp meat, gracefully sending it into his mouth, keeping his body straight all the way.

　　 Thanks to the memory of previous lives, he learned a variety of etiquette very quickly. It often attracts the adoring eyes of little Fiona.

　　 "Brother... That's amazing..."

　　 Fiona clutched a knife and fork, tilted her head to watch Anvis's movements, her lovely big lake-blue eyes filled with admiration.

　　 Suddenly, her foresight met Leonard's serious eyes, and quickly turned her little head back, the expression on her face straightened.

　　 then concentrated his attention, fighting against the light feather swan breast that was faintly white.

　　 "The speed of learning is remarkable, I deserve to be my child."

The Duke 　　 scooped up a golden mirage and ate it slowly, nodding to himself in his heart. Under the powerful physical control of the ninth-level professional, every movement of his is elegant and impeccable.

　　‘That’s why I hate the life of nobles. ’

　　As the focus of everyone's attention, Anvis, who must maintain an elegant manner at all times, was silent in his heart.

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　　①: Fergus Brandon, one of the chairpersons of the circle assembly of the ancient magic empire, the great magister of the protection system, and the first ninth-order spellcaster in human history.

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