Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes
Chapter 118: Sudden Incident

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Sudden Incident

Upon departure, the Last Dragon Descendant changed back into ordinary clothes.

However, as he passed by the door of the room, he still felt that the guard’s gaze upon him was somewhat strange.

"Croak—"

Especially when a peculiar croaking sound emerged, the Elf hastened his steps, swiftly moving away under the increasingly eerie gaze of the guard.

.........

One day later, at the Tower Restaurant of Pamir Academy.

Anvis ordered a cup of iridescent juice, sitting leisurely by the elegant window tangled with green vines, enjoying the refined environment and the sound of rain outside.

The Last Dragon Descendant had left, and the two critical magic experiments underway were not expected to yield results any time soon. Anvis’s academy life had once again returned to its usual pace.

In such a soothing and pleasant environment, one’s mood tends to calm down unconsciously.

...

"Buddy, I can’t believe all the girls like Calavin; it’s just not fair!"

As he slightly closed his eyes to rest, the voice of a male student nearby suddenly grew louder, reaching his ears.

Anvis casually opened his eyes and glanced in the direction of the sound.

What he saw were two male students, both with strength around the middle of the Third Rank.

The red-haired student was venting to the black-haired student sitting opposite him, who appeared somewhat resigned.

From their dining manners, neither came from a distinguished background.

"...I mean, what do I lack compared to him?"

Upon hearing this, the black-haired student couldn’t help but laugh.

"Are you saying, apart from a handsome appearance, a clever mind, excellent talent, wealth, a strong background, and formidable strength? Besides these, what does he have that you don’t have?"

"Haha, how amusing!... Well, perhaps he does have some things I don’t, but he’s always irresponsible with girls, while I’d treat them right!"

"Being a good guy has its value, right?"

The red-haired student gave an awkward smile, then somewhat defiantly argued.

"..."

The black-haired student fell silent for a moment, then showed a polite yet graceful smile, consolingly patted his shoulder.

"..."

Anvis’s eyes twitched slightly as he listened, and he couldn’t help but take a sip of his juice, lamenting that honest folks really do exist everywhere.

At that moment, his academy identity card suddenly vibrated, a unique magic fluctuation triggering a trace of spiritual power left within the identity card.

This signified someone was contacting him through the identity card, analogous to a mobile ringtone on Blue Star.

After taking out his identity card, Anvis checked the message, and his expression suddenly changed.

The Orbins siblings were attacked! Shirley’s life and death unknown! Orbins sent an urgent call for help!

Facing such a sudden event, he instantly lost the mood to continue enjoying the atmosphere.

After gulping down the rest of his juice in one go, Anvis sent the siblings’ location to the family head, instructing them to urgently dispatch support, and then swiftly left the restaurant.

......

Three Magic Time hours later, when Anvis met the Orbins siblings again, it was at the Olivendi’s branch in the Royal Capital.

Shirley lay pale as paper, her breath weak on the life revival platform in the recovery room, deeply unconscious.

A High Rank Healer was urgently treating her, with pale silver Magic Light flowing from the healer’s palms, enveloping her body.

This would maintain her physical condition, preventing the injuries from worsening.

Orbins sat silently beside the bed, staring blankly at Shirley’s pale face, his hands tightly clasped together, a deep mixture of pain and fury flashing through his eyes.

Upon hearing the door open, Orbins turned his head, his blue eyes bloodshot and looking towards the door.

Seeing Anvis’s figure appear, he immediately stood up and solemnly greeted him.

"Thank you so much for your help, Anvis! I don’t know what the Prophet of the Olivendi Family has foreseen, but I will certainly repay you in the future!"

"I believe in your promise, Orbins."

Gently nodding at Orbins, Anvis turned his attention to Shirley on the treatment bed.

"How is Shirley doing?"

At the mention of her, Orbins’s right hand involuntarily clenched tightly, then he helplessly let go.

He tried to speak, but in the end, he could not utter a word, only managing a weak shake of his head.

"Her Spirit Sea is nearly completely shattered, her consciousness severely damaged; I can only use magic to temporarily stabilize her Spirit Sea. But the hope for her awakening, I’m afraid..."

At this point, the clan’s Healer beside him took over the response.

She had just finished the emergency treatment of Shirley and now turned to Anvis, softly reporting the results of her examination.

But by the end, she also stopped, unable to continue.

"So, how can she be healed?"

Anvis frowned, looking earnestly at the Healer.

"First, we need a treasure that can reshape the Spirit Sea to repair her Spirit Sea. At the same time, use potions that nourish the soul to gradually restore the injuries in her consciousness; this is the only method I can think of—"

The Healer glanced at Orbins beside her, sighed softly, and shook her head slightly.

"I understand."

Anvis nodded, feeling somewhat heavy-hearted.

The Healer quietly bowed and then slowly left the room.

"Lord Anvis, please save my sister, I will pay a price that will satisfy you."

As she left, Orbins spoke up without hesitation, his gaze steadily fixed on Anvis.

While potions that nourish the soul are manageable, treasures that can reshape the Spirit Sea are extremely rare and truly priceless regardless of any kind.

At such a critical moment, a treasure as vital as a life itself is something that no person or power would find excessive.

But regardless, his foolish older sister’s life is what’s most important.

Orbins had already made his decision in his heart; even if it meant revealing the secret of the ancient High Elf Ruins, he must save Shirley.

"There’s no need for that, Orbins."

Facing the young man’s desperate gaze, Anvis smiled and shook his head.

"You and Shirley are both my friends, Anvis. I would never exploit a friend’s injury to corner another friend."

Stopping Orbins who was about to say more, Anvis walked over and carefully looked at Shirley, lying on the treatment bed like a sleeping beauty.

"No need to say more, I will apply to the family for the treasures and potions for treating Shirley. If you feel embarrassed about this, then consider it a favor you owe me—that’s it—"

"Now, can you tell me about the cause and course of the events?"

"Certainly, Anvis!"

Looking into the young man’s gentle and deep azure eyes, Orbins firmly nodded his head.

After the great ups and downs, he felt a slight tingling at the tip of his nose, and a warm surge seemed to flow through his heart.

Despite how precocious and talented he may be,

he is still just a young teenager now.