Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes
Chapter 176: The Hidden Secret Notes

Chapter 176: Chapter 176: The Hidden Secret Notes

Anvis stopped in front of a house as dilapidated as the others around here.

The waterproof coating originally used on the building had peeled off, a rusty lock hung on the door, and the battered walls were full of tiny, wind-leaking cracks, through which the pitch-black interior was even visible.

Next to the door, a wooden board was nailed to the wall with rusty nails, on which someone had forcefully carved a line of somewhat crooked characters with a blunt knife.

21--Lex

"Lord Jom, if you’d be so kind."

Confirming the location, Anvis stepped aside to let Frostwind Knight Jom come forward to probe for any lurking dangers inside the building.

This was the dwelling of one of the Alien God believers, who had hidden himself here, while another’s home was right next to his.

Jom nodded solemnly, approached the door, and released his powerful Eighth Rank spiritual power from his body, which swept through the whole decrepit house like an invisible tempest in an instant.

Unlike the rough, wide-ranging spiritual detection of the first day, this was a precise detection within a small area; even things that were highly concealed would be exposed under such scrutiny.

In the perception of spiritual power, the interior of the room was ordinary, with only a faint magical reaction and no hidden sources of high-energy magic power.

"There’s a Magic Trap, but it poses no threat to us, Lord Anvis."

Withdrawing his spiritual power, Jom turned towards Anvis.

"Good, let’s go inside and take a look."

Anvis nodded.

Upon hearing this, Jom casually broke the damaged lock and opened the entrance to the structure, which was more a shack than a house, and stepped inside before Anvis.

A cluster of flames with a hint of blackish-green rose suddenly but extinguished weakly before even approaching the surface of Jom’s body.

No other changes occurred, and Anvis also entered.

As soon as he stepped in, a pungent odor, almost like that of rotting corpses, hit him in the face, prompting Anvis to immediately activate an air purification field.

Afterward, he glanced briefly around the room.

The interior was sparsely furnished: a wooden wardrobe severely damaged by woodworms, a wooden bed with marks of rodent bites, and mismatched old tables and chairs.

Everything could only be described as shabby.

Anvis extended his spiritual power and roughly searched through the items in the room.

Unfortunately, nothing of value was left behind.

Leaving this room, Anvis went to the adjacent one.

Unlike the first room, this Alien God believer’s dwelling contained an old desk with drawers that seemed to have been picked up from somewhere.

After a brief search, a notebook-like object caught Anvis’s attention.

The notebook was hidden in a locked drawer of the desk, which was also rigged with a Magic Trap.

Of course, just like the first trap, it was of no use against Anvis and his companion.

This notebook was bound with animal skin paper, tainted with the same sinister Alien Power as the pendant, its content was not complete, and the last part had been burned by some mysterious force.

After checking for any hidden harmful effects, Anvis opened the leather cover of the notebook.

On the slightly charred, blackened title page, a line of somewhat frenzied sentences caught his eye.

"When truth returns to this world, the primal moon shall carry us home—"

The handwriting is a dark red, carrying a faint taste of rust, appearing as though it was written with some kind of fresh blood.

Unlike the title page, the whole text is written with ordinary ink, the content is a fragmented record of the daily life of an Alien God believer, interspersed with long passages of grammatically disordered, incomprehensible prayers.

However, if one searches carefully, they could still find bits of information that are comprehensible.

’Another day, another day, with no end, no cessation, like the turning wheel that never stops spinning. But this long wait will finally come to an end...’

’The day of gathering is near, still upon the icy ruins of the Meisajika Wilderness, is this the third-to-last time or the second? I cannot remember... But it doesn’t matter anymore, the time is about to arrive.’

’The ragged shell is no longer necessary, ah, no longer necessary!’

’The pain has subsided, my soul is ablaze, in that rising phosphorescence reflected... I saw it...’

At this point, the notes abruptly stop, and what remains is only a mass of darkness.

Meisajika Wilderness? The time is about to come?

Gazing at the notebook’s blackened cover, Anvis silently closes it, faintly recalling the island’s topographic data.

Meisajika Wilderness, at the foot of the ancient mountains to the north side of the island, a desolate rock wilderness rarely visited by humans.

Historically it has experienced several awakenings of the Earth Dragon, but none have significantly altered the landscape.

There, the concentration of the Curse Field nears its highest amidst the ancient mountains, in an environment where hardly any grass grows, but there are many unknown ruins left by the island’s ancient predecessors.

As a mysterious organization that has always been imbued with a sense of malevolence, it seems reasonable for the Moon Calling Secret Sect to choose such a place for gatherings.

This notebook itself can be used as a medium for prophecy, to help Anvis find the specific location of the ruins.

If one attempts to directly predict the gathering place of the Alien God believers, there might be some difficulties.

But if one merely predicts the locations that the owner of this notebook has visited, there should be no problem.

Casually tucking away the notebook, Anvis has no intention of lingering here any longer.

As he steps out of the shabby shanty, the sun is already high in the foggy, pale sky.

Anvis can sense that within the surrounding dilapidated houses, many sneaky gazes are hidden in the darkness indoors, with an inexplicable meaning, quietly observing the two strangers.

With doors tightly shut and walls leaking air, they futilely attempt to safeguard their secrets.

Residents in impoverished areas are always very unwelcoming to outsiders, no matter what the time.

Just as he’s about to leave this slum, Anvis sees the familiar seductive figure again, the lady of the night wanting to show him the special services of her guesthouse.

This time, she’s wearing an old, but still figure-hugging red minidress that accentuates her enticing curves, and high heels of the same color on her feet.

Two men with dirty clothes and bronzed muscular arms walk beside her, occasionally emitting bursts of lewd chuckles.

So, that’s probably how she knows the living places of those Alien God believers.

Watching the trio head deeper into the slums, Anvis shakes his head and turns to leave.

The relevant information has been collected; it’s time to truly experience the warm hospitality of this island.

The ruins where the Moon Calling Secret Sect gathers, the caves where the Secret Sect priests perform rituals, the Heart of Amis mine deep in the mountain ranges, the blessings of Rai Temple.

The priority is to explore the sealing within the cave required by the Ancient Secret Scripture first; the places that produce the two types of resources can wait for later.

Moreover, the missing Evan might have left traces in that cave as well.

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