Chapter 640: Chapter 158: Thank You Letter
“A letter from Anvis?”
At Pamir Academy, the Eighth Prince Haken looked at a fine letter brought by a ssenger, marked with Anvis’s personal seal. He cast a malevolent detection spell to ensure there were no traps before opening it.
The ‘paper’ of the letter was a thin sheet made entirely of high-purity mithril, upon which several lines of beautiful ice-blue cursive script were branded.
‘Distinguished mbers of the Constant Gold Club, greetings.’
‘Ever since your support for , the situation of my power has developed very well, the scale has multiplied several tis over. And I have had the fortune to successfully make contact with a mysterious powerful individual, but the details are inconvenient to disclose as per their request, I hope for your understanding.’
‘For your wholehearted support without consideration of cost, I hereby express my sincerest gratitude to you all today.’
‘Fearing that you might have overstretched your enthusiasm and are now in financial difficulty, I specifically send this letter of thanks.’
‘This entire letter of gratitude is made of ten grams of mithril, currently valued at around 1000 gold coins, which I believe is enough to compensate for most of your losses.’
‘If you wish to sell urgently, the Constant Gold Crown Comrce is willing to repurchase it at a price 20% higher than the market rate.’
‘Finally, I wish you all success in your endeavors and good health.’
‘Yours sincerely—Anvis Olivendi’
‘Radiant History, year 2663, Red Rain Moon, day five.’
“…This son of a bitch! How dare he provoke at a ti like this!?”
After reading the letter from Anvis, Prince Haken’s breath grew heavier, and he slamd it onto the desk with force.
But after his anger, Prince Haken’s face beca sowhat dark and uncertain.
While the recent civil unrest in the Empire had taken everyone by surprise, he still received information from the Royal Family’s Prophet: There was no trace of any well-known high-rank prophets ddling in this matter.
He had originally thought Anvis to be bluffing, but now Anvis’s sudden provocation made it difficult for him to gauge the reality of Anvis’s strength.
Regardless, they had lost before, and lost without understanding why.
Even if it was the effect of so mysterious object, who knows what other trump cards the opponent has in hand?
Moreover, the Empire’s current situation is chaotic. Many normally untouchable interests are waiting for him to seize, it’s really not worth it to risk aningless danger over so reputation by clashing with Anvis now.
Weighing the pros and cons of his interests, Prince Haken decided to temporarily ignore Anvis, and concentrate on growing his own power; once he becos stronger, he’ll co back to settle the score with him.
Although he had made his decision, Prince Haken glanced at the letter on the desk, and as if seeing Anvis’s mocking face, his mood worsened once again.
He couldn’t help but cast a fireball spell, wanting to burn it directly.
But the next mont, amidst the shimring purple flas, the letter itself suddenly lit up with the soft glow of a protective array.
The arcane flas that should have turned the letter to ashes were split to both sides; not only did it not destroy the letter, but it burned the cloud-patterned wooden desk he had used for many years to a charred black.
“Anvis… well done!”
His voice, repressed with fury, emanated from Prince Haken’s study, startling the gray sparrows outside into a frenzied flight.
And similar scenes were occurring in the rooms of several other mbers of the Constant Gold Club.
….
“Oh, is soone praising ?”
At the border where the Gloria Empire ets the Yiter Kingdom Federation, there is a border city called Dragon Shadow City. While walking at a street corner of the city, Anvis suddenly felt a premonition and couldn’t help but touch his nose.
“Calculating the ti, they should have already received my thank-you letter. I really want to see their excited and joyful expressions.”
A hint of a smile curved the corner of Anvis’s mouth as he continued forward, his impeccable appearance drawing so peculiar glances from the passersby.
This city falls under the territory of the Dragon Shadow Kingdom of the Yiter Kingdom Federation. The main vein of the Manerqin Mountain Range crosses from the eastern side of the kingdom, separating the Empire from the Federation. To the east, beyond the mountain border passes, is the Karlars Province of the Empire.
The reason Anvis ca here was due to the force of destiny correction.
The Empire was still inevitably in chaos, so the story that originally occurred within the Olivendi Family would still unfold.
In other words, he would ultimately have to confront that Super Ninth Rank radiant figure.
However, as Anvis’s horizon continually expanded, although the opponent was still strong, he no longer possessed that undefeatable aura.
Although Bishop Yanile’s contact with the “Saint Plan” seems to be related to that radiant person, Anvis did not intend to put all his hopes on him.
At the mont, he had a more concrete plan in mind.
Just as the divine doctrine of the Church Court states: humanity is born with original sin.
Pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, lust…
And these sins are precisely the desires that are beyond human nature.
To counter the radiant figure composed of pure holy power from his mories, the perfect restraining power lies in the opposite force of Desire.
Following the subtle call of the “Desire Seed” in the dark, Anvis eventually arrived at this border city.
Legend has it that at the founding of the Dragon Shadow Kingdom, an injured Giant Dragon once flew over this place. Others claid to have found Dragon Scales that had fallen here, attracting hordes of treasure seekers.
From then on, Dragon Shadow City beca famous, and rchants slling profit quickly flocked here, making this border city increasingly prosperous.
However, in this process, as a massive mix of Professionals gathered here, the city’s public order began to deteriorate rapidly.
Robberies, murders, lust, trafficking… various cris began to occur in large numbers. Moreover, due to the special nature of this no man’s land at the border, the Kingdom’s law enforcent was feeble, and the ordinary people could hardly survive here, forcing many to flee with their families.
Over ti, this city gradually beca a haven for the fallen. This also attracted many grey and black forces to settle here, and Professionals who had committed cris in the Empire or other Kingdoms of the Federation also escaped here to avoid the storm.
And the “Desire Seed” that Anvis obtained from the Dream World precisely needed to grow by absorbing the power of desire in such an environnt.
Passing another dark alley filled with faint cries of agony, Anvis slowed his steps.
Here, he indeed felt the Desire Seed growing slowly, but the pace was too slow. He needed to head to the core where the city’s desires converged.
After a mont’s thought, Anvis applied a “Neglect Skill” to himself and stepped to the curb, taking out a silver-white twenty-sided die from his ring.
It was one of the most powerful destiny artifacts recorded in the “rcury Prophecy Book”—the “rcury Dice,” which Anvis had successfully crafted for the first ti after breaking through to the Eighth Rank.
Many tis, the developnt of fate is like rolling dice, with equally random chances of great success and great failure.
But as a Prophet, through certain thods, one can direct the course of fate towards a desired direction, just as described in the rcury Prophecy Book for this Mysterious Object:
‘Tired of the fickleness of fate’s dice? Now let us inject so rcury into it.’
‘But be wary, the more often you cheat, the greater your exposure to risk becos, do not get caught red-handed by fate.’
Holding the dice, Anvis focused on his goal silently in his heart, then he tossed the dice out.
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