Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes
Chapter 182 Nobles’ Bento Box

Chapter 182: Chapter 182 Nobles’ Bento Box

"Danger?"

Upon hearing Claire’s incredibly serious words, Anvis’s expression suddenly froze.

His deep blue, mystical eyes widened slightly, with a faint look of surprise surfacing on his handsome face, as if for the first time he learned of such a trait within the young girl.

But in the next moment, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Watching the reaction in front of her, the golden-haired half-elf girl took a breath, pursed her rosy lips and raised her pretty eyebrows, her clear ocean-like eyes staring at Anvis with dissatisfaction.

"Oh, don’t misunderstand, Senior Claire, I didn’t take your words lightly."

Seemingly understanding the meaning in the girl’s gaze, Anvis raised his hands slightly and explained gracefully.

"Do you remember my origins, from the ’Unfallen Crystal Bird’ of the Northern Territory Olivendi Family?"

"As a direct descendant who has yet to celebrate my coming-of-age ceremony, the fact that the family feels confident in letting me come to this island naturally implies that I currently have sufficient ability to ensure the safety of my own life."

When mentioning the outside world’s moniker ’Unfallen Crystal Bird’, a hint of self-mockery flashed through the depths of Anvis’ eyes.

As he spoke, he spread his right hand and turned his body to the side slightly, signaling to Jom, who had been standing silently behind him throughout, clad in an inconspicuous brown linen cloak.

"Let me introduce you, this is Jom, Lord Jom Olivendi, an Eighth Rank power.

This journey to the island is under his protection for my safety."

Hearing Anvis’s introduction, a hint of gratitude flickered in Jom’s gaze.

Although he was an Eighth Rank professional, at this moment he was simply Anvis’s guard.

Anvis introduced him, still including the surname ’Olivendi’, which essentially introduced him to Claire as a clan elder.

Seeing the half-elf girl looking over with curiosity, he nodded slightly at her, as a form of greeting.

With an understanding nod, Claire realized the confidence behind Anvis and the dissatisfaction in her eyes dissipated.

After thinking for a while, the girl decided to use the experiences of the old mage who raised her to warn Anvis, not to lower his vigilance because of this.

"Eighth Rank is indeed strong. But, the teacher who raised me is also an Eighth Rank spellcaster."

"On the eve of my enrollment, due to reasons pertaining to me, he encountered great trouble. It cost a lot of treasures and resources to temporarily repel those perplexing enemies."

"It is also because of this that my teacher sent me to Pamir Academy to enroll, to protect me, and also in hopes of finding a way to solve this special trait that I possess."

"Is that so? I see."

Anvis nodded and put away the expression on his face.

For some reason, the girl always felt that he didn’t seem very surprised.

"Don’t worry, Senior Claire, based on your description, for your trait to affect high-ranking professionals, it should require a lot of time."

"Moreover, with Lord Jom here, most things on this island... most things do not pose a threat to me—"

Recalling the way he had appeared just now, Anvis slightly revised his words, making a summary of his own statement.

"Alright, Anvis."

Claire nodded and fell silent once again.

Since the matter had come this far, she naturally didn’t plan to drive Anvis away.

Moreover, deep within a secret corner of the girl’s heart, there was actually a faint hope that the boy might stay and accompany her.

If he stayed too long, it could possibly lead him into danger.

Then, just a little while would be fine.

The air between the three fell silent again, with only the faint crackling of the campfire’s flames breaking the stillness.

Anvis’ gaze turned to the small pile of orange-red fire, the pot of stewed rabbit meat emitting its fragrance, along with the baked bread.

The surface of the bread had been baked to a slight golden brown, and the dry rabbit meat in the pot had become tender and falling apart, bubbling along with the light brown mushrooms, sending a delicious aroma into the air.

Noticing Anvis’ gaze, Claire took a piece of bread skewered on a sharpened twig and slowly handed it to him.

"Would you like to eat together? I have plenty of dried meat and bread here, I can bake some more."

"Oh, thank you, Senior Claire, but I’ve also brought my own lunch. I think we can eat together."

Glancing at the small pot that was clearly meant for just one person, Anvis smiled as he accepted the bread from the girl’s hand, turning his gaze towards Jom.

"Lord Jom, please bring out our lunch."

"Yes, Lord Anvis."

Nodding his head, Jom took out two cubic Konstant Boxes, each about fifty centimeters in length and width, from a special ring on his left hand.

The Konstant Boxes, made of Ghost Silver, were engraved with a Constant Magic Array on the inside, enabling them to keep their contents warm and fresh for extended periods.

Extending his spiritual power to the nearby ancient rocks, Jom controlled the magical effects of the Transformation School, and temporarily sculpted a stone dining table and two stone-backed chairs.

He then took out a snow-white tablecloth from one of the Konstant Boxes, spread it out on the long table, and arrayed various delicacies prepared from rare magical ingredients one by one on the table.

"Lord Anvis, today’s lunch is abalone crystal shoots, Cedar Truffle Cheese Toast, Black Pepper Mandula Lamb Chops, Mist Sea Lobster Salad, Ice Sea Caviar Egg Tarts, Bright Tree Raspberry Layer Cake, Star Fruit Ice Cream..."

Gazing at the scene blankly, Claire slowly lowered her head to look at the somewhat hard piece of toast in her hand, and then at the table of exquisite dishes on Anvis’ stone table, suddenly feeling a deep malice from the world.

When she looked at Anvis once more, her eyes were filled with a silent accusation against the wealthy.

However, what was reflected in her eyes, clear as the ocean, was the figure of the boy smiling and waving at her with a stick of toasted bread.

"Don’t space out, Senior Claire, come and eat with us. That’s the chair prepared for us. Lord Jom, as an Eighth Rank professional, doesn’t need to eat these foods with lower magic content."

On the other side, Jom had already arranged two sets of cutlery and the decorative vase on the table, and stood behind one of the chairs once more.

"Right, we still have one last dish—"

Under the girl’s gaze, Anvis walked over to the campfire, lifted the already simmered mini pot of rabbit stew, and placed it at the center of the stone long table.

Afterward, he very gentlemanly bowed slightly and elegantly invited the girl to take a seat first.

"Anvis, is this how you eat when you’re outside?"

Sitting beside the snow-white dining table, holding silver tableware in her hand, with a pure white napkin tied around her chest.

For a moment, the girl even had the illusion that she wasn’t on an outdoor adventure but had somehow returned to the Tower Restaurant back at the academy.

"Not bad, is it? This is a simple outdoor meal prepared by the family, and since it’s kept in a special constant meal box, I prefer to call it a ’bento’—"

Cutting off a slice from the toasted bread on the twig with a knife, Anvis spoke with a smile.