Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Anvis frowned. He had no memory of the book. The author probably wasn’t even famous.
How did such a book enter the clan’s library?
Could it be that the material was very valuable?
Anvis quickly flipped through the book as he speculated on its origins.
The material of the page was similar to parchment and was suffused with a faint yellow color. The silver text was also written in High Elves Language.
The first half of the poem was divided into several absurd High Elves poems, while the second half was an abstract illustration that seemed to be a landscape casually drawn by the author.
According to the writing style of these poems, Anvis judged that the creator of this book, Hill, should live around the middle and late stages of the Golden Age.
Judging from the first half of the book, the second half, the illustration, and even the last few pages that were left empty, it was probably just a random notebook.
However, Anvis noticed that the words on the last page of the long poem were a little blurry and the page itself was a little dark.
“There is no , and the content is worthless.”
After flipping through it, Anvis frowned slightly. He stared at the dark green cover and unconsciously rubbed his chin.
When he held it in his hand, the strange sense of familiarity became clearer, but that was all.
Unwilling to give up, he flipped through the pages again and carefully examined the slightly blackened page, but still found nothing.
Anvis gave up on studying the contents of the book. He placed his index finger and middle finger together and carefully touched the surface of the book, feeling the texture of the cover. He also tapped it from time to time, listening for any feedback.
Then, he sniffed the surface of the material.
After hesitating for a while, he used the tip of his tongue to taste it.
After examining it for a long time, Anvis was surprised to discover that the material used to form the cover of the book did not belong to any material he had previously known!
This was a very rare situation. In his previous life, past Anvis had the title of Magister.
The rarity of a material that even he did not understand could be imagined.
Anvis fell into deep thought. He vaguely understood that the next step would be to bind the book with his spiritual power.
However, the book gave him a strange feeling. He was not a player who could revive, so he had to consider the risk of doing so.
……
“That’s it. That’s why I want your help.”
In the study of Moonset Castle, the duke was sitting behind his spacious Black Dragon Bloodwood desk, listening carefully to Anvis’ story.
A strange and exquisite hourglass was placed in a corner of the desk. In the transparent crystal prism that was suspended above the base, the fine silver sand that shone with blue star radiance flowed down like water, emitting a faint rustling sound.
After learning the whole story, the duke nodded approvingly after Anvis asked him to help him check if there was any danger.
“You made the right choice, Anvis! You can never be too careful with unidentified mystical items,
One had to know that the probability of a cake being a trap was often the same.
“You must remember that as the inheritor of the Olivendi family’s bloodline, you must never put yourself in danger!”
With that said, the Duke tapped the table, and an ice-blue miniature array flashed under his finger. A few seconds later, Butler Leonard appeared at the door.
“Your Excellency, what can I do for you?”
“Go to the third section of the library and look for a book called ‘The Saga of Hill’. Bring it here.Use this authorization token.”
He took out a silver plate engraved with the family crest and handed it to Leonard.
In less than half a minute, the butler returned to the study, placed the book and crest on the table, and quietly left the room.
“Is it this book?”
“Yes, Father.”
There was no need for a careful inspection. When Leonard returned to the study for the second time, Anvis felt a familiar aura of familiarity.
Without a doubt, the source was the thick book on the table.
The duke waved his hand, and the thick, dark green book automatically flew into his hand. Under the sunlight projected into the room through the gorgeous arched window, he slowly flipped through it.
“Father, did you find anything?”
Anvis watched the duke’s movements quietly, his voice tinged with curiosity.
“Its material is somewhat special. It seems to originate from an abnormally ancient creature.”
As he spoke, Duke Karlos sent a trace of his ninth rank spiritual force into the book.
However, his relaxed expression slowly turned serious, and a hint of seriousness flashed across his blue eyes.
The result was completely out of his expectations. Under the powerful detection of his Level 9 spiritual power, the book did not have the slightest magic power fluctuation or abnormal response. It was as if it was an ordinary book.
“No abnormalities? Interesting… Anvis, do you still have that kind of feeling from it?”
Looking at the unchanged dark green book, the duke’s blue eyes gradually narrowed.
“Yes, Father.”
Anvis glanced longingly at the book in the duke’s hand and nodded in confirmation.
“Alright, take it then. Connect to it with your spiritual power. Don’t need to worry about anything, if there’s any problem, I’ll immediately cut off the connection.—”
Without moving, the duke made dark green heavy ancient book float from his palm slowly toward Anvis.
Anvis took a deep breath and reached out to catch it. He then extended his spiritual power to connect with it.
In an instant, a strange change occurred.
Under Anvis’ gaze, the surface of the book gradually emitted an ominous dark ‘aura’.
A pitch-black shadow flowed out from the silver words on the cover like water and gradually spread out.
Soon, the originally light silver title was completely swallowed up. The shadow transformed into a shapeless lump of darkness that squirmed and occupied the center of the cover.
On the back of the book, the originally silver and warm sun symbol had turned into a pitch-black sun.
The sunlight that surrounded them became distorted and chaotic, like countless tentacles that were flailing about, giving people a strange and detestable feeling.
Accompanied by the changes in the book, an indistinct, sly whisper sounded in the depths of Anvis’ mind.
This sound made him feel a little dazed. It was definitely not any language he knew. He even suspected that the sound was not produced by human vocal cords.
The surrounding environment gradually began to become distorted and blurry.
The colors of various objects became intense and distinct, like an old photograph of a contrast being adjusted.
At some point, the originally faint and orderly rustling sound of the hourglass had become clear, disorderly, and frenzied. It was as if some sort of chaotic and meaningless background noise had come from the depths of the desolate universe.
However, Anvis did not notice the change in the environment. He turned the book back to the front for the second time.
At this moment, the pitch-black shadow lump seemed to have completely digested the original light silver text.
It twisted and deformed again, forming two slightly squirming black High Elves Print words at the original title.
“Secret Scripture of the Ancients?”
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(1) The original text is two words in the High Elves Language. The meaning of the first word is: past; ancient; long time; the second word is secret; secret; secret knowledge.