Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes
Chapter 92 Meeting and Communication

Chapter 92: Chapter 92 Meeting and Communication

"I’ve advanced..."

Anvis realized that he had unconsciously advanced a rank in the Dream Realm.

It was precisely because of the unique dispersion state of spiritual power during advancement that he had unwittingly fallen into the Dream Realm.

This is the greatest advantage of Bloodline Mages; aside from the constraints of their bloodline, they have absolutely no bottlenecks when advancing!

Regular Professionals usually rely on various treasures that aid in breakthroughs to increase their chances of success.

But it’s different for Bloodline Mages. Even if they indulge in leisure and neglect their training every day, as time goes by, they can naturally advance as long as their bloodline maturity reaches a certain standard.

Training can increase the speed of bloodline maturation, but the fastest way to accelerate it is to use various rare treasures rich in energy.

To put it simply, paying can make one stronger.

"This is a long-lost feeling..."

With a light sigh, Anvis couldn’t help feeling somewhat nostalgic.

Ever since he became a formal Spellcaster, it had been a long time since he last truly dreamed.

This is a result of the change in life levels. Although their appearance is the same, in terms of life levels, Professionals and ordinary people now belong to two completely different species.

After reaching the Second Rank, Anvis’s perception of Magic Power became slightly clearer, though there was no fundamental change.

Just a few months had passed, and his strength had risen from First Rank to Second Rank. And it was a breakthrough he achieved all by himself, not by relying on external forces!

Even in Pamir Academy, such a speed of power enhancement could certainly be called astonishing and shocking.

But for Anvis at present, it is far from enough—

Not to mention the Ninth Rank, even compared to the Seventh Rank strength at the peak of the young Anvis, his current strength still appears frail.

Moreover, in a few years, it will be the time when Remont encounters trouble, when the old Nobility weakens, the rebels grow restless, and the era of the Mechanical Revolution and various other significant movements begin.

Merely enhancing his own power is no longer enough; next, it’s time to borrow external forces...

"So, what is it that you called me for, coo?"

Squatting upright in front of Anvis’s chest, the large pigeon tilted its head in confusion and cooed.

"Nothing much, just that I had a long-lost dream."

Snapping back to reality, Anvis caressed the pigeon’s white and smooth feathers, smiling gently.

......

Two days later, Anvis contacted Claire and Pekara with his Identity Card, arranging to meet up after class at the academy’s High Level restaurant to exchange information each had obtained from the crystal tablets.

As a courteous and refined gentleman, Anvis generously picked up the tab for the meal.

"...and that’s what happened. And then I only heard a terrifying scream before I lost consciousness."

In the elegant and quiet private room, Pekara, with a plate of exquisite Magic Power desserts in front of her, recounted her experience to Anvis and Claire with her delicate hands crossed on the table.

After speaking, the young girl in a deep blue academy gown lightly touched her hair, tucking a few stray golden locks behind her ears, her purple eyes filled with Curiosity as she looked at the other two.

"Anvis, Sister Claire, what about you? What did you both see?"

"Then, I’ll go first."

Glancing at Claire sitting across from him, Anvis smiled elegantly and gently sipped the pale blue fizzy fruit juice from his wine glass.

As a spellcaster who always kept his wits about him, he did not have a particular fondness for various alcoholic drinks, but he did quite enjoy the world’s uniquely magical and delicious fruit juices.

"My experience was similar to yours; at that time, my perspective was right beside Antinoya.

As the Miyali you possessed fainted, a vast number of twisted vortexes appeared, nearly covering the entire sky, resembling the dense holes of a beehive overgrown with vines.

In the final scene from my perspective, Antinoya jumped down from the top of the tower holding Miyali. After that, I exited that state."

As he spoke, Anvis set down the light blue and crystal-clear glass in his hand, smiling and watching Claire, slightly unfamiliar with using a knife and fork, trying to pry open a Blue-striped Clam.

Seeing the two looking over, Claire discreetly put down her knife and fork, and a surge of magical power enveloped the Blue-striped Clam’s shell, instantly covering it with a layer of thin Frost.

Next, the nature of the magical power changed abruptly to Fire Attribute. With the rapid alternation of cold and heat, the originally tightly closed shell of the Blue-striped Clam instantly cracked open, revealing the tender and fresh meat inside.

"Instantly alternating opposing types of magical power and using the magical power clash to directly blow the shell open without damaging the flesh is truly an exquisite display of magical control, senior Claire."

Anvis smiled and elegantly started clapping his hands softly.

As he explained, Pekara also belatedly caught on, quickly joining in the applause.

Although she did not quite understand, she felt it sounded very impressive based on Anvis’s explanation.

"Oh, it’s nothing, just call me Claire..."

Claire, with her ethereally pale cheeks, blushed imperceptibly upon hearing their compliments.

She knew that she was just not very adept at consuming various types of shellfish.

Shellfish with open shells were still manageable, but when faced with those that were closed, for some reason, she always found them difficult to pry open, often resorting to violently cracking the shells.

Yet paradoxically, she loved the delicious taste of various shellfish.

So over time, she mastered a very skilled technique for smashing shells.

"Regarding the identity of the elf I possessed, I’m not very clear.

Her pointed, pale ears twitched, and Claire slightly pursed her lips, steering the conversation elsewhere.

When I first saw the scene, he was looking at something that resembled a mirror. Only, the mirror displayed a deep purple, strange ancient ruin.

Initially, as you described, there were just barely discernible shapes. But after he drew a strange symbol on the mirror, the image began to zoom in further.

Eventually, the scene in the mirror even turned into a three-dimensional space, as if standing right in the midst of those ruins!

The structure and decoration inside the ruins were very peculiar, with walls covered in many bizarre geometric figures that I couldn’t understand.

The ground also had large and strange traces of crawling, as if some immense slug-like creature had once slithered across.

Judging from the architectural structure of the ruins, the creature that once inhabited it was probably far larger than humans."

As she spoke, the golden-haired half-elf girl paused, skewered the pale, blue-striped meat with her fork, and popped the whole piece into her mouth.

Savoring the tender and sweet taste of the flesh, Claire’s blue eyes revealed a look of satisfaction, and her pink tongue unconsciously licked the corner of her mouth.

This unintentional display of pure delight made Pekara, another girl, find it quite pleasing to the eye.

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