Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes
Chapter 57 - 57 57 Magic and Mysterious

57: Chapter 57 Magic and Mysterious 57: Chapter 57 Magic and Mysterious After reading the contents of the first three letters, the Last Dragon Descendant took out the last one.

As he took out this letter, he acutely noticed the difference between the fourth letter and the previous three—

Although also enclosed in an envelope, the envelope was not sealed, and there was no postage date on it.

Additionally, the edges of the letter’s paper were jagged, clearly torn from a book.

Unlike the rough and somewhat misspelled previous three letters, the handwriting of this letter was clearly more delicate, seemingly penned by a woman.

‘It has been a month and a half, and he has stopped all correspondences, let those damned Nobles keep their Coins!

I cannot wait any longer!’

‘Manerqin Castle, I must go, the children can only be entrusted to my mother to look after for the time being.’

‘Having been together for fifteen years, I cannot bear the pain of losing him.

This time, no matter what happens, I will be by his side.’

‘May the gods bless us—’

Rather than a letter, this is more like a diary entry.

Having read all four letters, a prompt once again popped up on the panel.

[System Notification: ‘Deceased’ task completed, triggered C-level Task ‘Tracking’]

[Task Introduction: A blood-stained letter reveals the message of one dead.

To chase after the lover lost during a secret cargo escort, she embarked on a journey with no return.]

[Task goal: Find the last whereabouts of the escort team.]

[Task Reward: 250,000 Experience Value]

[Completion: 0%]

After reading the system notification, the Last Dragon Descendant casually saved the several letters, then took one last look at that necklace.

Hanging on the necklace was a heart-shaped pendant of the same material, which could be opened.

The Elf extended a finger, gently pressing on the top of the pendant.

The dark cover popped open, revealing a tiny Magic Shadow Photo inside.

A blonde girl in a white dress posed with a V-sign in front of her, with her other arm around a young brown-haired mercenary, both smiling brilliantly.

This kind of Magic Shadow Necklace is usually made as a pair and is not considered valuable.

When collecting battlefield mementos, if the victor discovers such a pendant, they would customarily leave it with the deceased.

No one can guarantee they won’t die on the battlefield, but at the least, they hope to be accompanied by their loved one in eternal rest.

After many years of reading online novels and role-playing games, the Last Dragon Descendant has concluded in his mind.

The lover this woman was searching for was very likely no longer alive.

And this was closely related to their last mission, or more precisely, to the secret cargo they were escorting.

The direction of Manerqin Castle was not far according to the map, and even by caravan’s travel pace, it would take only about seven days to reach.

What exactly were they escorting?

A breeze softly stirred the weeds alongside the road as the severely mutilated female corpse lay quietly in the overgrowth, her pair of hollow, bloodied eye sockets gnawed by wolves, as if beseechingly gazing at him.

Looking at the few Coins also stained with blood in his hand, the Elf fell silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

“I, the Last Dragon Descendant, accept your employment—”

After that, the Elf no longer hesitated.

Comparing his position with the system map, he changed direction, leaping swiftly towards Manerqin Castle.

What the Last Dragon Descendant did not know was that every move he made at this moment was being watched by an eagle in the sky.

Separating the Last Dragon Descendant from the caravan was a plan long arranged by Anvis.

Given that the internal testing would conclude with a reset, these players with a hundred-fold Experience were like a bunch of unstable bombs, ready to explode at any moment, potentially taking others down with them to test some ‘game mechanics.’

The most frightening thing is, they could explode up to five times!

But still being rare player samples, Anvis wouldn’t let them walk completely out of sight, as they might come in handy at some point in the future.

.….….

Floating Ship, the fifth day, dinner time.

At that same dining table, Anvis and Shirley chatted while Orbins dined in silence.

“At seven o’clock tomorrow morning, the Floating Ship will arrive at the academy.”

With a melodious tone that resembled a chant, Anvis half-sincerely, half-jokingly said.

“Time, you are always so rushed and indifferent—”①

The pigeon had earlier made its own way out and was now flying about in the canteen; since no one could see it, Anvis chose to ignore its existence.

“Um, after we arrive at the academy, will we be able to see each other again?”

Upon hearing this news, Shirley appeared somewhat reluctant to part.

After several days of interaction, thanks to Anvis’s approachable demeanor, the girl gradually let go of her initial reserve and reverted to her naturally lively and cheerful personality.

However, she was well aware that she and Anvis ultimately belonged to different worlds.

Thus, despite her great admiration for the elegant and handsome Anvis, the delicate girl carefully preserved this vague affection in her heart.

At this moment, she had but one hope: that the journey’s time could be longer, even just a bit longer…

“There will be opportunities, Shirley.”

Anvis reassured the girl with a gentle and elegant expression, a slight regret perfectly conveyed, the very image of noble demeanor.

“If I may ask, after entering the academy, which School and sub-faction will the two of you head to?”

“Before boarding, it was identified by one of the elders at the academy that I have a strong Talent for the Illusion School…

But I haven’t decided which sub-faction to choose yet.”

Twirling a strand of her chestnut hair around her slender fingertip, the girl pondered with a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

“Transformation School, the temporal-spatial transformation faction.”

Orbins lifted his head slightly, sparingly uttered these words, then bowed his head once more.

The girl glared at her impolite brother, then cast an apologetic glance at Anvis.

Anvis shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands to the girl in a resigned smile, signaling he was accustomed to his character.

“What about you, Anvis?

Which School will you choose to join?”

“My choice?”

Anvis smiled slightly.

“I will enter the Mystical School.”

Although there is also a Prophetic department at Pamir Academy, Anvis would never elect to join it.

As a descendant of the Four Great Families with Prophecy Talent, that would be akin to highlighting oneself, lest the enemies do not pay enough attention to you.

Moreover, joining the Mystical School at Pamir Academy was a part of his plan all along.

As an ancient power of the same caliber as the Four Great Families, there are some items in the Mystical School’s collection at Pamir Academy that Anvis immensely covets.

“The Mystical School?

Is it strong?”

Shirley was somewhat puzzled, as she hadn’t even heard of the Mystical School before.

“Not necessarily strong, but very profound and mysterious.”

Anvis chuckled.

“Magic is vast, and throughout the long ages, countless Spells have been created.”

“Shirley, do you think that all Spells have a casting model?”

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①: A famous line from the Magic opera “Theo Sis” during the reign of Gloria II.