Thinking of this, Anvis contacted Duke Carrot again.
In the crystal ball, the Duke's face looked a little serious, and he seemed to be equally worried about Evan.
"Is something wrong, Avis?"
"That's right, Father."
After thinking about his words for the last time, Anvis looked solemn and spoke in a serious tone.
“I may have some special clues about Brother Evan’s disappearance.
Not long before I learned the news, some new content suddenly appeared automatically in the pages of the Old Secret Book that had previously been unopenable.
Originally, I was not sure whether these contents were really related to Brother Evan’s journey.
But now that brother Evan is missing, I think it would be good to provide some more clues. "
As he spoke, Anvis opened the thick dark green book in his hand and showed the three pages of strange text to the Duke.
And told the Duke the meaning of these words one by one.
.….….
After reading the three-page text of the true form of the Old Secret Book, Duke Carrot frowned slightly and chewed these three short paragraphs carefully.
"...The rational mage came here to investigate, but he made a shady deal, and the family members returned in a dark oar filled with slaves on the ground.
I think you're right, Avis, this may indeed be some kind of prophecy. "
As he spoke, Carrot seemed to suddenly understand something.
"I understand. Your ability to be recognized by this book is probably related to your gift of prophecy -"
"What you said makes sense."
Anvis nodded in agreement with the Duke's guess.
"So, father. I hope to go to Port Dilas personally to investigate whether that island is related to the disappearance of brother Evan."
"You said you want to investigate in person?"
Hearing Anvis' words, the Duke was slightly startled, his expression suddenly became serious, his deep blue eyes looked at the young man's handsome face, and his tone was low.
"Give me a reason——"
"Do you need a reason?"
Facing the Duke's scrutinizing gaze without changing his expression, Anvis smiled appropriately and spoke in a calm tone.
“Because I am the only one who can unlock and use the Secret Scriptures of the Old Ones.
You also said that this is a rather high-level magical artifact. Moreover, it is particularly effective against the power of those ancient creatures.
Also, the prophecies are revealed in the secret scriptures of the past, so when I get there, I should be able to find more relevant clues. "
Under Anvis's gaze, the Duke slowly shook his head.
"This is not enough, Avis. If it were just for this reason, I would not agree to let you personally take risks now."
"Perhaps the "Old Secret Scripture" does have a very powerful power, but you are still far from being able to truly exert this power."
"If Evan's disappearance is really related to this, and the eighth-level family guards have had accidents, do you think that your current power will be stronger than that of an eighth-level family guard?"
Regarding the question raised by the Duke, Avis spoke calmly.
“After the Day of Destruction, the ancient magic empire fell apart and the continent fell into war.
The alien races that were originally suppressed by the Magic Empire also took the opportunity to rush out and compete for mainland territory.
The most famous among them is the national hero of the Feathered People [Black Prince].
On the battlefield, at the eighth level, he personally killed more than one eighth-level peak powerhouse, and led the Yuren tribe to occupy a large territory to the west of the mainland. He was famous and famous for a while.
But under the guidance of fate, the extremely powerful him died in extremely humiliating death in the hands of a little girl who couldn't even grasp a white-feathered chicken when he was about to advance to the ninth level.
Relying on the broken sword stained with blood, she pierced the heart of the Black Prince. "
After hearing the example given by Anvis, the Duke shook his head with a cold expression.
"Since you mentioned the legendary experience of [Black Prince].
Then I think the family’s history mentor should also have told you the truth that has never been recorded in the history books.
In that distant history, the fate of the Black Prince was controlled by the prophet hidden behind the scenes from beginning to end!
And that prophet who did not appear in the epic is the only ninth-order peak prophet in the entire continent. "
Looking at the Duke in the crystal ball, Anvis chuckled and shook his head.
"But, Father, how do you know that behind my ability to control the "Secret Book of the Old Days", there is no arrangement by a ninth-level peak or even more powerful expert?"
Hearing Anvis's words, Duke Carrot was suddenly stunned.
After a moment of silence, he sighed softly, his eyes suddenly softened when he looked at Anvis, and he nodded with a soothing expression.
"Very good, Avis, it's good that you can think of this level on your own.
Now that you've talked about it to this extent, you must have really made up your mind. "
"So, when are you going to go to the Ittel Kingdom Federation?"
"I am planning to go to the Federation of Yitel in a few days, during the newborn month, father."
Knowing that he had passed the test, Anvis bowed to the Duke and spoke with respect.
"good--"
The Duke nodded again.
"As for the Pamir Academy, I will say hello to you. Before you leave the empire, remember to go back to Kallas. I need to confirm some things."
.….….
After the communication ended, Anvis was in a trance as he looked at the dim crystal ball.
The Duke's side was temporarily settled, but he still had some other arrangements to make before leaving the royal capital.
Thinking of this, Anvis's heart suddenly moved.
Just now, the culture progress prompt he set in the laboratory was triggered.
This means one thing -
The cursed plutonium dragon that has been cultivated for more than two months is about to break out of its shell.
After finally going through the arrangements before leaving in his mind, Anvis put away the crystal ball and left the room.
At this moment, there is still a full month until the game officially launches public beta.
.….….
The capital of the empire.
In the dark and tall study room, a figure sat behind the shadow of a large desk, slowly flipping through the files submitted by his subordinates.
The room was quiet, with the only sound of documents being flipped through.
There is a dull smell of files and ink in the air, which has obviously not been circulated for a long time.
The candlelight on the mithril candlestick danced dimly, casting dark shadows that trembled around like living creatures.
For some reason, the owner here doesn't seem to like the emerging bright magic crystal lamps, but prefers candles, an ancient lighting tool.
After flipping through the pages, the figure's hand suddenly paused for a moment on one of the documents with the crystal bird crest printed on it.
"Less than two months after entering school? 'Curse of the Plutonium Dragon'?"
"So that's the case, is this the reason why Olivendi suddenly acquired the Cursed Land? Haha, not bad, really good!"
"It seems that among our four glorious families, we have added another occult genius!"
Although they were words of exclamation, when they came out of the figure's mouth, they contained a slightly weird and rich sarcasm.
After carefully reading the information about the 'Cursed Plutonium Dragon' in this document, the figure couldn't help but shake his head with some disdain.
"It's a pity that if you are born at this moment, no matter how talented you are, what can you do?"
There was no answer in the empty study.
The lingering sound quickly dissipated, and the room fell silent again.
For a moment, accompanied by the dim candlelight that danced silently, the figure suddenly repeated it in a self-deprecating and bitter low voice.
"Yes, what can you do if you are born in this era?"
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