Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

Chapter 36: Divination Talent Test

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

The next morning.

Anvis followed Leonard to the Duke’s study.

At this moment, Duke Karlos was sitting leisurely behind the large writing desk, playing with a cluster of dark blue crystal that was emitting silver light.

Sunlight seeped into the room from the tall arched window behind the duke. A weak light beam enveloped the duke’s black and gold-striped gown, outlining the faintly glowing outline and accentuating his imposing figure.

“Father—”

Stepping gracefully into the room, Anvis bowed to the duke. Behind him, the butler in a black tuxedo closed the door.

The duke gave him a slight nod and motioned for him to sit down on a nearby chair.

“There are two things I called you for, Anvis.”

Casually placing the crystal cluster at a corner of the desk, the duke opened the drawer and took out an exquisite invitation letter, placing it on the desk.

The main body of the invitation letter was an elegant dark blue color with complicated patterns all over the edges. A mysterious castle like badge with a purple-gold luster was carved at the center.

“The first thing is that the Capital’s Royal Academy has sent you an invitation letter. The first day of the Furnace Month, which is a month later, will be the start of the your first semester at the Royal Academy.”

As the duke spoke, the invitation letter on the table floated up and slowly fell into Anvis’ hands.

Anvis had heard of Royal Academy before. It was founded by the Great Emperor Gloria, and was recognized as one of the top schools in the entire empire. Every year, it would only recruit a few hundred new students within the entire empire.

Pamir was the meaning of “glory” in Manny’s language.

Only true geniuses or descendants of noble families who had reached a certain level of power, or both could receive invitations from the Royal Academy.

In a sense, it was not just an invitation letter, but a symbol of status. Receiving it was equivalent to receiving a ticket to the upper class.

“Father, will Fiona go to the academy with me?”

Anvis carefully looked at the invitation letter in his hand and kept it in his spartial ring. Then, he suddenly thought of something and asked.

“Fiona…”

As he repeated the girl’s name, Carlos lowered his gaze and rubbed the engraving on his Mithril cuff instinctively. Then, he tapped the table with his index finger as if he was hesitating.

After a moment, the duke sighed and closed his eyes briefly before opening them again. His gaze calmed.

“Although she is already strong enough, her personality is still not mature enough… I will postpone her acceptance for another year. Next year’s Furnace Month will be when she goes to the academy.”

As he spoke, Duke Karlos raised his eyes to look at Anvis again. His blue eyes reflected the perfect appearance of a young noble.

“Next year, if Fiona’s still as naive… I’ll have to trouble you to take care of her at the academy.”

“Of course. I’ll do what I can, Father.”

In the room with the unique scent of ancient books , Anvis nodded elegantly and calmly agreed.

“Sometimes, I find it hard to believe that you were only born a year earlier than Fiona…”

Hearing Anvis’ response, the Duke couldn’t help but smile.

“The second thing, Anvis. How much do you know about the Divination?”

A thoughtful look crossed his face. After a moment, Anvis spoke slowly.

“The School of Divination focuses on the study of the Net of Destiny. It is a very powerful and mysterious occupation, being able to spy on the future with certain spells.

“However, according to the book, only those who possess certain talents can be qualified to learn divination. The appearance of such talents is completely random.”

“You’re right, Anvis. That’s the second thing today—”

The duke nodded, pleased with Anvis’s deep knowledge.

“You mean the talent test?”

Anvis immediately ‘understood’, a bright smile appearing on his face as if he was excited about the upcoming test.

“That’s right! Your strength has already reached the standard for testing.

“Later, the chief Prophet of the family will be here to test if you have the talent of a Prophet.”

Seeing Anvis’ excited expression, Duke Karlos nodded with a smile, confirming Anvis’ guess.

Moments later, Leonard opened the door again. A short figure covered in a strange gray robe appeared at the door.

When Anvis first saw this person, he thought that he was just acting mysterious.

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

It was a slightly distorted and distant feeling, as if there was an illusory membrane separating the space he was in from his surroundings.

When the light in the environment reached his side, it seemed to produce a slight distortion. This made his figure appear somewhat dim, incompatible with the bright surroundings.

The overlapping hood covered his head, hiding his face in deep shadows, making him appear hazy and difficult to see clearly.

“Good day, Sir!”

Anvis immediately stood up, a respectful expression on his face. He placed his right hand on his chest and performed a standard aristocratic etiquette.

The gray-robed figure seemed to nod slightly, but in that distorted atmosphere, Anvis could not see his movements clearly.

“Then, I’ll have to trouble you.”

The duke turned to the gray-robed figure and spoke in an easygoing manner.

“I’ll do my best, Your Grace.”

The figure spoke for the first time. The voice had a strange mellow and crisp quality. It was actually the voice of a young girl.

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

That fair and slender hand once again indicated that the chief prophet of the Olivendi clan was actually a young girl!

Anvis’s face showed an instinctive expression of surprise, as if he were shocked at the fact that the clan’s chief prophet was a young girl.

In order to play his role well, he specially dug out the expression of past Anvis from his memories and replayed the scene.

“I wonder how old she is… But to be able to cultivate to the seventh stage, she must be at least one to two hundred years old, maybe more…”

Looking at the Prophet’s hand holding the crystal ball, Anvis had that thought, but it was almost immediately extinguished by him.

Admittedly, due to the presence of the family talisman, the “girl” prophet in front of him shouldn’t be able to see through his thoughts, but Anvis didn’t want to take a meaningless risk.

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The prophet did not know what the noble youth before her had just been thinking. Otherwise, she might have tried to smash the crystal ball into Anvis’s head letting him perceive it more closely.

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