Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

　　 The next day, in the morning.

　　 Anvis, led by Leonard, came to the Duke’s study.

　　 At this time, Duke Carlot was sitting leisurely behind the large writing desk, playing with a blue crystal cluster emitting a little silver light in his hand.

　　 The sunlight penetrated into the room from the tall arched window behind the Duke, and the pale beam of light shrouded the Duke’s black gold-patterned dress, drawing a faintly radiant outline, setting off his figure with incomparable majesty.

　　 "Father——"

　　 Stepped gracefully into the room, Anvis bowed to the Duke and bowed to the Duke. Behind him, a butler in a black tuxedo closed the door of the room.

The Duke of 　　 nodded slightly to him, motioned him to sit down on the side seat.

　　 "I have two things to call you, Anvis."

　　 put the crystal cluster in a corner of the table, the Duke opened the drawer, took out an exquisite invitation letter from it, and placed it on the table.

　　 The main body of the invitation letter is elegant dark blue, with complicated patterns all over the edges, and a mysterious castle coat of arms glowing with purple-gold luster is embossed in the center.

　　 "The first thing, Wangli Pamir College has sent an invitation letter. The first day of the Fire Moon, which is one month later, is the time for you to go to the Royal College for further studies."

　　 When the Duke was speaking, the invitation letter on the desktop floated by itself and slowly fell into Anves' hands.

　　 Anvis has heard of the name of Pamir Academy, which was founded by Gloria the Great and is recognized as the top academy in the entire empire. Only a few hundred to a thousand new students will be recruited within the entire empire each year.

　　 Pamir means "brilliant" in Manni.

　　 Only true geniuses, or descendants of nobles with a certain level of family status, or both, can receive an invitation letter from Pamir Academy.

　　 In a sense, this is not just an invitation, but a symbol of a class. Receiving it is equivalent to receiving an entrance ticket from the upper class.

　　 "Father, will Fiona also go to the college with me?"

　　 Carefully looked at the invitation letter in his hand, Anvis put it in the ring, and then suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but ask.

　　 "Fiona..."

　　 Repeating the girl's name, Carlos's eyes drooped, his fingers instinctively stroked the carvings on the Mithril cufflinks, and then his index finger clicked on the tabletop, as if hesitated.

　　 For a moment, the Duke sighed, his eyes closed slightly, then opened again, his eyes calmed down.

　　 "Although her talent is amazing, her character is still immature...I will postpone her invitation letter for another year, and postpone it to the Fire Moon next year."

　　 Talking, Duke Carlot raised his eyes again to look at Anves, and his pale blue eyes against the light reflected the perfect appearance of a noble boy.

　　 "By next year, if Fiona's character is still so naive... Then trouble you, take care of her in the academy."

　　 "Of course, I will do my best, father."

　　 Breathing the air with a faint fragrance of flowers in the room where ancient books are placed, Anves nodded gracefully, and calmly agreed.

　　 "Sometimes, I really find it hard to believe that you were born only a year earlier than Fiona"

　　 Hearing Anves’ answer, a smile appeared on the Duke’s face.

　　 "The second thing, Anvis. How much do you know about the prophecy school?"

　　 There was a thinking look on his face, and for a moment, Anvis spoke slowly.

　　 "The school of prophecy focuses on the study of the web of destiny. It is a very powerful and mysterious profession that can peek into the information fragments of the future through certain spells."

　　 "However, according to the description in the book, only people with a certain talent can be qualified to learn prophecy. The emergence of such qualifications is completely irregular."

　　 "That's right, Anvis, this is the second thing today—"

　　 The Duke nodded in satisfaction, very pleased with Anves' profound knowledge.

　　 "You mean, predicting talent testing?"

　　 Anweis immediately ‘understood’, his face was very cooperative with a bright smile, as if he was excited about the upcoming test.

　　 "Yes! Now your strength has reached the standard for testing.

　　 Later, the chief prophet of the family will be here to test whether you have the talent of a prophet. "

　　 Looking at Anvis's ‘excited’ look, Duke Carlot, who didn’t know the truth, smiled and nodded, confirming his guess.

　　 For a moment, Leonard opened the door again, and a figure with a slightly short stature and covered in a strange gray robe appeared at the door.

　　 When he first saw this man, Anvis thought he was just acting a little mysterious.

　　 But after careful observation, Anvis noticed that there seemed to be a strange trait in this man.

　　 It was a slightly distorted and alienated feeling, as if there was an illusory separation between the space he was in and the surrounding environment.

　　 When the light from the environment reaches his side, it seems that there will be a slight distortion. This made his figure look a little dim, incompatible with the bright surroundings.

　　The overlapping hood covers his head and hides his face in the deep shadow, making it dim and difficult to see~www.readwn.com~Good day, the chief prophet! "

　　 Anweis got up immediately, with a respectful expression on his face, stroked his chest with his right hand, and followed a standard noble manner.

　　The figure in the gray robe seemed to nod slightly, but in the distorted atmosphere, Anves could not see his movements clearly.

　　 "Then, I will bother you."

　　 The Duke turned his eyes to the figure in the gray robe, and said in an easy-going and equal manner.

　　 "Do your best, Lord Duke."

　　 The figure spoke for the first time, with a strange tact and crisp texture, and it was actually the voice of a young girl.

　　 She gently raised her hand, and a colorless crystal ball with the size of a human head suddenly appeared and was held in her palm.

　　 That tender white and slender hand also showed once again that the chief prophet of the Olivendi family turned out to be a young girl!

　　 Anweisi's face instinctively showed a surprised expression, seemingly surprised by the fact that the chief prophet of the family was a girl.

　　 In order to play his own identity, he deliberately pulled out the expression of the previous life Xiao Anwei from his memory, and performed a scene restoration.

　　 "I don't know how old her real age is... But if she can cultivate to the seventh level, I am afraid she will be at least one or two hundred years old, maybe more than..."

　　 Looking at the prophet's hand holding the crystal ball, Anvis flashed an impolite thought, but he almost immediately killed it.

　　 Of course, because of the existence of the family talisman, the ‘girl’ prophet in front of him should not be able to see through his own thoughts, but Anves didn’t want to take a meaningless risk.

　　 The prophet did not know the thoughts in the mind of the noble boy in front of him, otherwise, she might try to physically place the crystal ball on Anves' head, and then let him perceive it carefully.