Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

　　 Anvis frowned. He has no impression of the book. The author may not even be famous.

　　 How did such a book enter the family library?

　　 Does its material have a high collection value?

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

　　The material of the book 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 Elf text.

The first half of 　　 is a number of absurd high elves long poems, and the second half is some abstract stick figure illustrations, which seem to be landscapes depicted by the author at will.

　　According to the writing style of these poems, Anvis judged that the creator of this book, ‘Hill’, should have lived in the mid to late golden age.

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

　　 However, Anvis noticed that the font on the last page of the long poem was a little fuzzy, and the page itself was slightly black.

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

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

After 　　 got it, the strange intimacy became clearer, but it didn't stop there.

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

　　 Anweis gave up the study of the content of the book, put the index finger and **** together, touching the surface of the book carefully, feeling the texture of the cover. Tap twice from time to time to listen to the feedback.

　　 Then, he moved his nose up and sniffed the smell on the surface of the material carefully.

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

　　 After checking for a long time, Anves was a little surprised to find that the materials that make up the cover of the book 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 Magister.

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

　　 Anvis was lost in thought, and he faintly understood in his heart that the next step should be to link the book with spiritual power.

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

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

　　 In the study room of the Moonlin Castle, the Duke sat behind his large black dragon blood wood desk, listening carefully to Anves's account.

　　 A peculiar and exquisite 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.

　　Understanding the whole story, the Duke nodded approvingly, affirming that Anves told him the whole story, and asked him to help check whether there is a safe way of danger.

　　"Your choice is very correct, Anvis! No matter how careful these mysterious items have unidentified effects.

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

　　 You must remember, as the bloodline successor of my Olivendi family, you should never put yourself in a dangerous situation at any time! "

　　 As he spoke, the Duke tapped on the table, and an ice-blue miniature circle flashed under his fingers. A few seconds later, the stiff figure of Leonard Butler appeared at the door.

　　 "Your Excellency, what's your order?"

　　 "You go to the third section of the miscellaneous section of the large library, find a book called'The Poem of Hill', and bring it. This is the authority nameplate."

　　 took out a silver metal plate engraved with the family crest, and Duke Carlot handed it to Leonard.

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

　　 "Is it this book?"

　　 "Yes, father."

　　 There is no need to check carefully. When Leonard returned to the study for the second time, Anvis felt the familiar warmth.

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

The Duke of 　　 beckoned, and the thick dark green book flew into his hands automatically, and slowly flipped through the sunlight projected into the room through the ornate round arch 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, it seems to be derived from some kind of unusually ancient creature."

　　 As he said, Duke Carlot separated a trace of Tier 9 mental power and dived into the book.

　　 But then, his originally relaxed face slowly became serious, and his blue eyes flashed solemnly.

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

　　 "Nothing unusual? Interesting... Anvis, do you still feel that way about it now?"

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

　　 "Yes, father."

　　 Anves glanced at the book in the Duke's hand with a slight eagerness, and nodded to confirm.

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

　　 Seeing no action by the Duke, the thick, dark-green ancient book levitated from his palm out of thin air, slowly drifting towards Anves.

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

　　 In an instant, a strange change occurred.

　　 In Anves' gaze, the surface of the book gradually exudes a weird and ominous dark ‘breath’. UU Reading www.uukahnshu.com

　　 The pitch-black shadow is like a stream of water, flowing from the pale silver font on the cover and gradually spreading around.

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

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

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

　　 Along with the changes in the books, Ruoyuruuowu's curious whispers sounded deep in Anves' mind.

　　 This kind of voice made his mind a little bit tranced, it was by no means any language he knew. He even suspected that the sound was not what human vocal cords could make.

　　 The surrounding environment gradually began to be distorted, 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 original faint and orderly rustle of the hourglass has become clear, disorderly and crazy. It seems to be a messy and meaningless background noise from the depths of the deserted universe.

　　 Anvis did not pay attention to the changes in the environment, and turned the book back for the second time.

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

　　 It was once again twisted and deformed, and formed two slightly squirming, dark high elf words in the place of the original book's name.

　　 "The secret scriptures of the old days?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.