Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes
Chapter 134 Evan’s Abnormality

Chapter 134: Chapter 134 Evan’s Abnormality

Anvis actually didn’t make too much of a change to himself.

He simply smoothed out the features of his face, then merged his nostrils with his mouth and slightly enlarged them.

The ’Anvis’ who went to investigate Evan was naturally his Flesh Clone.

The reason why his guard Jom felt the clone’s aura to be strange was because of the effect of [Ancient Majesty].

’Gazing directly at the Caster, a sentient being of wisdom will feel the presence of ancient majesty that matches the image in their heart’

Indeed, the Flesh Clone’s strength was much weaker than the original body.

But because of Jom’s rigid perception of Anvis’ strength,

he could still feel the same aura and pressure as Anvis on a normal day.

....

On the other hand, led by an elite City Guard clad in refined gold armor, Anvis and Jom passed through a lavishly decorated, grand corridor to the front of the meeting room.

Due to the Lord’s emphasis on the development of commerce and trade, the interior decor of the City Lord Mansion incorporated several hundred kilograms of high-purity gold.

The golden yellow color that dominated the area involuntarily reminded people entering it of those holy and lovely Gold Coins.

"Two lords, please come in. Lord Evan has been waiting inside the meeting room," said the elite Guard.

Having led the two men to the main entrance of the meeting room, the elite Guard turned around and gave a perfectly poised salute to them.

Then, he opened the door to the meeting room for them and stood straight beside the door as a guard.

Anvis walked slowly into the room while Jom stood waiting at the door.

At the sound of the door opening, a young man with hair and eyes both in a strange shade of ice blue stood up. He was wearing a vintage Gloria-style Magic Robe and a gemstone scarf, exuding an elegant and scholarly demeanor.

Looking at Anvis as he entered, his gaze revealed a hint of unusual color, and he opened his arms warmly.

"Anvis, my dear brother! What wind has brought you here today?"

"Dear brother Evan, several nights ago, I received a Revelation from the God of the North Wind in a dream, informing me of your safe return."

Anvis too stepped forward for a customary embrace with Evan.

In his perception, there was nothing abnormal about Evan’s aura or Bloodline.

Everything indicated that this elegant blue-haired young man in front of him was the second brother from his memories, who loved his younger brothers and sisters.

"I’m delighted to see you still radiating with vigor, my dear brother."

"Oh, praise the God of the North Wind—let’s sit down and talk."

When mentioning the praise of the God of the North Wind, Evan’s expression was slightly odd, as if he meant, ’Hmm, I don’t think so—’

Afterwards, the two of them sat down opposite each other on the sofas in the meeting room.

"Anvis, I heard from Leonard that you’ve entered Pamir Academy.

Is there anything about academy life that you’re not used to? Anything you need help with from your brother?"

"No need to worry about me, brother Evan; my life at the academy is going quite well, and I’ve met some good friends, too."

"Be careful, Anvis. In our position, ’friends’ need to be quoted."

"I understand, brother Evan."

...

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Evan gently clapped his hands covered in white gloves.

With his gesture, two sets of exquisite Elf Bone Porcelain Cups and Saucers appeared out of thin air on the pure gold carved round table in front of them.

The bone porcelain cup covered in wondrous patterns was filled about two-thirds with a coffee-colored drink, effervescing with bizarre dark green phosphorescence.

A faint glow of magic power mist emanated from the rim of the cup, a mysterious and delightful fragrance from exotic lands wafted around, invigorating Anvis’s spiritual power.

"Take a taste, Anvis, a little surprise I encountered during my travels, the new batch of Glorious Level Spore Coffee beans originating from the distant Mosabil!"

This grade of Spore Coffee does not come out every year.

I spent roughly seventy thousand Gold Coins to win these lovely little things at the local auction house.

Now, one-third of them are present in these two cups before us—"

After giving Anvis a brief introduction to the coffee in front of them, Evan nonchalantly picked up one of the saucers and, after savoring a sip, smiled contentedly.

"You know, the process of concocting these meticulously crafted beverages is a pleasure in itself.

Therefore, I always enjoy making them personally."

"I understand perfectly, much like magic experiments cannot be delegated to others."

Anvis too revealed a smile, lifting the other saucer of coffee, inhaling its rich aroma, and gently savored a sip.

"Elder brother Evan, may I be so fortunate as to partake in your travel tales? I have long been curious about the stories of your distant journeys—"

Watching Anvis taste the coffee, Evan smiled elegantly and set down his cup and saucer.

"Of course, Anvis, I’m very willing to share with you."

At the mention of this, a strange enthusiasm suddenly appeared in Evan’s demeanor.

He lightly exhaled, a tinge of reminiscence flashing across his face.

His gaze lifted upward, as if once again beholding the endless vistas and the marvelous sights of distant foreign lands.

"To tell you the truth, the journey was one of the most thrilling among those I’ve embarked upon over these years—"

Anvis, too, with a smile, placed down his cup and saucer and gazed intently at Evan, adopting a posture of rapt attention.

"I suppose you have already seen the new variety of Magic Gems and the Harmonizing Agents I brought back to the family, haven’t you?"

Regaining his own focus, Evan took out two samples from his ring.

He gestured to Anvis and casually placed them on the table.

Their mysterious glow, altering like moonlight, intertwined with the light reflecting off the pure gold table surface, casting the nearby bone porcelain cups and saucers in a hazy and splendid light.

"The cause of this expedition traces back to this year’s Midsummer month.①

At that time, there was a small caravan of foreigners who ran into difficulties while registering their entry into the city.

The City Guards discovered that two types of trade goods in the caravan had no records at all, making it impossible to levy taxes.

Therefore, they temporarily detained the caravan and reported the situation to my Tax Officer."

"After repeated identification and reviewing of records, my Tax Officer finally found out that these were indeed two types of goods that had never been recorded before, genuinely new trade items.

So, I ordered all the goods of the caravan to be purchased.

And from their mouths, we learned the origin of these gemstones and Harmonizing Agents."

Taking up the coffee once more for a sip, Evan exhaled, seemingly intoxicated as he caressed the gemstone on the table.

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①: June