Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

Anweis frowned, he had no impression of this book, and the author might not even be considered a minor celebrity.

How did such a book find its way into the great family library?

Does its material have high collection value?

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

The material of the pages is similar to parchment paper, with a light yellow color characteristic of old books. The inner text is also written in pale silver high elven script.

The first half is composed of several absurd long poems of the high elves, and the second half is some abstract stick figure illustrations, which seem to be the scenery drawn by the author at will.

According to the writing style of these poems, Anweis judged that the creator of this book, 'Hill', should have lived in the middle and late period of the Golden Age.

Judging from the rare and loose structure of the first half of the text, the second half of the illustrations, and even a few empty pages at the end, it is likely to be just a casual work like a notepad.

However, Anweis noticed that on the last page of the long poem, the font on it was a bit blurred, and the page itself was slightly darkened.

"There is no magic fluctuation, and the content is worthless."

After flipping through it, Anweis frowned slightly, stared at the dark green cover, and rubbed his chin unconsciously.

Once in your hands, that strange intimacy becomes clearer, but that's all.

Reluctantly, he flipped through it backwards, and deliberately checked the slightly blackened page carefully, but still found nothing.

Anweis gave up the study of the contents of the book, put his index finger and middle finger together, and stroked the surface of the book carefully, feeling the texture of the cover. And tap twice from time to time, listening to the feedback sound.

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

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

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

This is a very rare situation. You must know that the little Anweis in his previous life had the title of Magister.

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

Anweisi fell into deep thought, and he vaguely understood that the next step should be to link the book with spiritual power.

However, this book gave him a really weird feeling. He is not a player who can be resurrected now, so he must consider the risk of doing so.

………

"That's it, so I hope to get your help."

In the study room of Moonfall Castle, the Duke sat behind his large black dragon's blood wood desk, listening carefully to Anweis' narration.

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

Knowing the whole story, the Duke nodded approvingly, affirming that it was safe for Anvis to tell him what happened and ask him to help check whether there was any danger.

"Your choice is very correct, Anvis! No matter how cautious you are about these mysterious items with unidentified effects, you can't be too cautious.

You must know that the probability of pie and trap is often equal.

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

As he spoke, the Duke casually tapped on the table, and an ice-blue miniature magic circle flashed under his finger. A few seconds later, Leonard's tall figure appeared at the door.

"Your Excellency, what are your orders?"

"Go to the third division of the Miscellaneous Notes section of the Great Library, find a book called 'Poems of Hill', and bring it here. This is the nameplate of authority."

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

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

"Is it this book?"

"Yes, father."

There was no need to check carefully, when Leonard returned to the study for the second time, Anweis felt the familiar intimacy.

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

The Duke beckoned, and the dark green thick book flew into his hand automatically, and he began to read slowly through the sunlight projected into the room by the gorgeous arched window.

"Father, did you find anything?"

Anweis watched the Duke's movements quietly, with a little curiosity in his tone.

"Its material is a bit special, and it seems to come from some kind of unusually ancient creature."

As he spoke, Duke Carlot allocated a trace of his ninth-level mental power and probed into the book.

But immediately, his originally relaxed face slowly became serious, and his blue eyes flashed a solemn look.

The result was completely beyond his expectations. Under the tyrannical ninth-level mental power detection, the book did not have the slightest magic power fluctuations and abnormal feedback, as if it was an ordinary handicraft book.

"No abnormalities? Interesting... Anvis, do you still have that feeling for it now?"

Looking at the unchanged dark green classics, the Duke's blue eyes gradually narrowed.

"Yes, father."

Anweis glanced at the book in the Duke's hand with some eagerness, and nodded for confirmation.

"Okay, then take it and use your mental power to connect it. If there is a problem, I will immediately cut off the connection, so there is no need to worry about—"

Not seeing any movement from the Duke, the thick dark green ancient book floated from his palm out of thin air, and slowly drifted towards Anweis.

Anweis took a deep breath, reached out to catch it, and stretched out his mental power to connect with it.

In an instant, a strange change occurred.

In Anweis' eyes, the surface of the book gradually emitted a strange and ominous dark 'aura'.

The pitch-black shadow flowed out from the light silver font on the cover like a stream of water, gradually spreading around.

Soon, the original pale silver title was completely swallowed up, and the shadow turned into an amorphous dark mass, wriggling and occupying the center of the cover.

On the back of the book, the original light silver warm sun symbol has now turned into a round of pitch-black scorching sun.

The surrounding sunlight became distorted and frantic, like countless struggling and dancing tentacles, giving people a weird and hateful feeling.

Accompanied by the changes in the book, vaguely eerie whispers sounded in the depths of Anweis's mind.

The sound made him feel a little dazed, and it was definitely not any language he knew. He even suspected that the sound could not be made by human vocal cords.

The surrounding environment gradually began to distort, and the light was slightly distorted and blurred.

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

The originally weak and orderly rustling sound of the hourglass has become clear, disordered and crazy at some point. It's like some kind of messy and meaningless background noise from the depths of a desolate universe.

Anweis didn't pay attention to the change in the environment, he turned the book back to the front for the second time.

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

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

"Old secret scriptures? ①"

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①: The original text is two High Elvish words connected together. The meaning of the first word is: past; ancient; long time; the second is secret; secret; secret knowledge.