140: Chapter 140 Fate (Seeking First Subscription Goo) 140: Chapter 140 Fate (Seeking First Subscription Goo) At this thought, Anvis contacted Duke Carrot again.
In the crystal ball, the Duke’s expression appeared quite serious, seemingly also worried about Evan’s situation.
“Is there sothing you need, Anvis?”
“It is like this, father.”
Having formulated his words carefully, Anvis spoke with a solemn expression and a serious tone.
“Regarding the disappearance of brother Evan, I may have so special clues.
Just before I received this piece of news, new content suddenly appeared in the pages of the Ancient Secret Scripture that couldn’t be opened before.
Initially, I was also not sure if this content is indeed related to brother Evan’s journey.
But now that brother Evan has disappeared, I think, even if it could provide so more clues, it would be beneficial.”
While speaking, Anvis opened the dark green to in his hand and briefly showed those three pages of unusual text to the Duke.
And explained to the Duke the aning of those texts.
.….….
After reading the three pages of real content from the Ancient Secret Scripture, Duke Carrot frowned slightly, carefully pondering these three short passages.
“…Rational mages ca here to investigate but ended up making a dark deal, their kin returning on a black oar-powered large sailing ship, packed with slaves from the land above.
I think you are right, Anvis, this indeed might be so kind of prophecy.”
As he spoke, Duke Carrot seed to suddenly understand sothing.
“I understand now, being able to obtain the recognition of this book must also be related to your Prophecy Talent—”
“What you said makes a lot of sense.”
Anvis completely agreed with the Duke’s speculation and nodded.
“So, father.
I hope to personally go to Delas Port and investigate whether that island is related to brother Evan’s disappearance.”
“You said, you want to investigate personally?”
Upon hearing Anvis’ words, the Duke was slightly stunned, his expression imdiately turned more serious, his deep blue eyes gazing at the young and handso face, his tone lowered.
“Give a reason—”
“Do you need a reason?”
Without changing his expression under the Duke’s scrutinizing gaze, Anvis faced him with a proper smile, speaking in a composed voice.
“Because I am the only one who can unlock and use the Ancient Secret Scripture.
You also ntioned, this is a rather High Rank Magic Artifact.
Moreover, it is particularly effective against those ancient creatures.
Besides, the prophecy itself was revealed by the Ancient Secret Scripture, so once I am there, I should be able to uncover more relevant clues.”
Under Anvis’ gaze, the Duke slowly shook his head.
“That’s not enough, Anvis.
If it’s just for this reason, I would not agree to let you risk it personally now.”
“Perhaps the Ancient Secret Scripture indeed holds very powerful Strength, but you, for now, are far from being able to truly exert this Strength.”
“If Evan’s disappearance really has sothing to do with this, and the Eighth Rank family guards have encountered accidents, do you think, your Strength now is stronger than an Eighth Rank?”
To the question raised by the Duke, Anvis spoke with a calm tone.
“The apparent Rank and Strength do not represent everything.”
“After the Destruction Day, the Ancient Magic Empire shattered, throwing the Continent into chaos.
Those different races, previously suppressed by the Magic Empire and gasping for breath, also took the opportunity to surge out, fighting for the land of the Continent.
Among them, the most famous was the Feathered Race’s national hero, the Black Prince.
On the battlefield, as an Eighth Rank, he personally slew more than one Peak Eighth Rank warrior, leading the Feathered Race to occupy a large territory in the west of the Continent, his fa unparalleled for a mont.
However, under the guidance of destiny, the incredibly strong Black Prince, just before advancing to Ninth Rank, humiliatingly died at the hands of a little girl who couldn’t even hold onto a white feathered chicken properly.
With a blood-stained broken sword, she pierced through the heart of the Black Prince.”
Hearing this example brought up by Anvis, the Duke shook his head with a rigid expression.
“Since you ntioned the legendary experience of the Black Prince.
Then I think, the family’s history ntor should also have told you simultaneously about the truths not recorded in the history books.
In that distant history, the fate line of the Black Prince was, from beginning to end, manipulated by a Prophet hidden behind the scenes!”
“And that prophet, who did not appear in the epics, is now the only Ninth Rank Peak Prophet in the entire continent.”
Watching the duke in the crystal ball, Anvis chuckled and shook his head.
“But, dear father, how do you know that there isn’t a Ninth Rank Peak, or even a more powerful mastermind behind the Ancient Secret Scripture?”
Hearing Anvis’s statent, Duke Carrot suddenly froze.
After a mont of silence, he sighed gently, his gaze on Anvis softened, and he nodded with a relaxed expression.
“Very well, Anvis, it’s comndable that you thought of this on your own.
Now that it has co to this, I assu you have truly made up your mind.”
“So, when do you plan to go to the Yiter Kingdom Federation?”
“I plan to head to the Yiter Federation in a few days, during the New Year Festival, father.”
Knowing he had passed the test, Anvis bowed to the duke, speaking with respect.
“Very well—”
The Duke nodded again.
“I will speak on your behalf to Pamir Academy.
Before you leave the Empire, rember to return to Karlars once, as I need to confirm so things.”
….
After the communication ended, staring at the dimd crystal ball, Anvis seed lost in thought.
He had temporarily handled the Duke’s side of things, but before leaving the Royal Capital, he still had so other arrangents to make.
With that thought, a notion suddenly struck Anvis.
Just now, the progress notification he had set up in the laboratory was triggered.
This ant one thing—
The Curse Plutonium Dragon, that had been nurtured for over two months, was about to hatch.
Reviewing his plans before leaving one last ti in his mind, Anvis put away the crystal ball and left the room.
At this mont, there was still exactly one month until the official open beta of the ga began.
….
Empire Capital.
In a dark, imposing study, a figure sat behind a large desk, slowly flipping through the docunts presented by subordinates.
The room was quiet, with only the rustling sound of flipping papers.
The air was filled with the stale scent of docunts and ink, clearly long unventilated.
The candlelight on the mithril candlestick flickered dimly, casting shadows that trembled like living creatures.
For so reason, the master of this place seed to dislike the modern, bright magic crystal lamps, preferring the ancient lighting thod of candles.
While flipping, the figure’s hand paused montarily on a docunt bearing the Crystal Bird Emblem.
“Less than two months into school?
‘Curse Plutonium Dragon’?”
“So that’s why Olivendi suddenly bought the Cursed Land?
Heh, very good, indeed very good!”
“It seems that among our glorious Four Great Families, a new genius of Mysticism has erged!”
Though the words were of astonishnt, they were uttered with a distinctly rich and ironic tone.
After thoroughly reading the docunt about the ‘Curse Plutonium Dragon’, the figure couldn’t help but shake their head in disdain.
“What a pity, being born at this ti, even a genius, what can they really do?”
In the empty study, no one answered.
The echo quickly faded, and silence returned to the room.
After a while, accompanied by the quiet flicker of the dim candlelight, the figure muttered with a touch of self-mockery and bitterness.
“Yes, born in this era, what can they really do?”
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(Launched gu gu—seeking first subscription and monthly ticket gu—)
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