Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes
Chapter 96 Insufficient Purity

Chapter 96: Chapter 96 Insufficient Purity

"However, Anvis, can you tell us what you need these Curse Ores for?"

On the other side, after agreeing to Anvis’s request, Pekara couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.

Although Claire seemed to react indifferently, the slight trembling of her pointed ears also showed that she was very interested in the answer to this question.

The curse effect of Curse Metal, though it sounds terrifying, is actually quite ordinary for people of their status.

As long as the physical condition reaches the Fourth Rank Professionals level, one can be completely immune to the curse field of low-rank ores.

Hence, most Curse Ore trades are actually purchased by Low Rank Adventurers as resources to assist in Body Refining.

There are even some Warriors of civilian origin who, due to the inability to afford other Body Refining resources, specifically travel to the mines of Cursed Land to use the Curse Field there for Body Refining.

However, the effect of Body Refining with curses is very limited compared to other methods.

Moreover, the curse causes significant damage to the body and requires a long period of rest afterwards, which strong-background Professionals would simply disregard.

"Unfortunately, ladies, I can only tell you that this involves a personal magic experiment of mine. As for the specific contents of the experiment, I am sorry but I cannot disclose that."

In response to Pekara’s question, Anvis laughed softly, shook his head, and lightly dismissed the question, which left the two curious young ladies somewhat disappointed.

"No, sorry, it was rude of Pekara."

Despite some regrets, Pekara only showed an apologetic expression and politely apologized for her previous inappropriate question.

"Ding-ding—"

The gentle sound of a crystal bell rang, signaling that their pre-scheduled dining time was about to end.

Seizing the moment, Pekara gracefully stood up to take her leave.

"Then, Lord Anvis, I will go back first. Within three days, I will prepare the ores you need and information about the Cursed Land, and I will contact you then.

"Claire, if you need anything now, you can also tell me, so I can prepare it together—"

"Thank you, Pekara, I don’t need anything at the moment—"

Upon hearing this, Claire gently shook her head and neatly placed her silver knife and fork back on the tray.

"Then, Anvis, I shall take my leave as well."

Finally, nodding to the young man, the golden-haired Half-Elf young lady also stood up to leave.

Watching the backs of the two young ladies as they left, Anvis sniffed the faint enchanting fragrance lingering in the room’s air and smiled enigmatically.

"A Charming Dream of around twenty percent purity? A naïve little trick..."

Shaking his head, Anvis pulled out a dark gold Pocket Watch, his slender fingers sheathed in pure white gloves skillfully flipping open the cover, elegantly checking the time.

"Three and a half minutes left, just on time—"

After putting the Pocket Watch back into his coat pocket, Anvis rang a magic bell to summon a waiter, handed him a small parcel along with a tip of some academic credits.

He instructed him to deliver the parcel to the front desk of the Olivendi Chamber of Commerce branch office and specifically to hand it over to Valen, the person in charge of the Chamber.

The waiter, a common young apprentice professional, was surprised to receive academic credits as a tip. After deeply bowing in thanks to Anvis, he respectfully exited the room.

Although they are not students and cannot directly use academic credits, they can nevertheless exchange the credits for Gold Coins in the academy’s trade area.

Thirty Gold Coins, equivalent to his monthly salary.

Then, Anvis’s palm flashed with a glow of Magic Power, conjuring a Magic Mirror.

After a brief inspection of his appearance, he calmly got up and left, heading to another private room that had been reserved in advance, and sat down on a soft sofa in the center of the room.

As the Magic Clock struck two in the afternoon, the door of the private room was knocked on time.

"Good afternoon, Lord Anvis."

The door automatically opened, and a tall, charming, blonde nobleman entered the room with a smile, bowing formally to Anvis.

He is the seventeenth son of Earl Calavin, Harvey Calavin.

As a child, he often attended the Olivendi Family’s tea parties, usually playing only a background role, but one of the few peers with whom Anvis had a decent personal relationship.

At least that is how it appeared to others—

"Alright, Lord Harvey, you didn’t used to behave this way."

Anvis extended his hand elegantly toward another sofa to his left.

Next to the sofa, there was a small cedar wood round coffee table with two dazzling juices placed on a silver tray.

Harvey’s eyes lit up, walked over and picked up one of them, gently shaking it.

Light silver-white spots surfaced within the slender stemmed glass, shimmering through the colorful juice, refracting a beautiful dreamy rainbow halo, as if floating in an aurora sea.

"The full version of Rainbow Star Sea, with genuine Northern Aurora Dust added, good stuff—"

Watching the changing radiant luster inside the clear stemmed glass, Harvey sipped gently.

As he savored the constantly changing wonderful aromas and felt the unusual activity of his spiritual power, a look of intoxication appeared in his eyes.

"Really, in the Royal Capital, Aurora Dust isn’t easy to come by. Those despicable merchants always substitute with Dream Moth Phosphorus Powder! Despite looking similar, the taste is vastly inferior.

You know, for those who haven’t tasted it, it’s fine, but once you’ve savored the real Rainbow Star Sea.

Then the adulterated version with Dream Moth Phosphorus Powder feels just like a vulgar peasant woman trying to impersonate Angrod’s Silver Rose, absolutely nauseating."①

Placing the stemmed glass back on the tray, Harvey clicked his tongue and made a satisfied odd expression. He relaxed and leaned back into the soft sofa.

"After all, we can’t expect everyone to be like our Lord Harvey, having a perception as sharp as a Giant Dragon."

Regarding Harvey’s comments, Anvis just spread his hands and smiled lightly.

"Tell me, dear Harvey, what brings you to see me this time—"

.........

Meanwhile, at the trade area of Pamir Academy, the Olivendi Chamber of Commerce office.

"A package designated for me? Delivered by a restaurant waiter?"

Listening to the report from the front desk receptionist, the person in charge of the Chamber of Commerce, Valen, frowned slightly and looked at an inconspicuous emblem on the corner of the package, nodding knowingly.

"I understand, go back to work."

After dismissing his subordinate, Valen stretched out his hand, touching the emblem with a bit of spiritual power.

The pale silver pattern glowed faintly, and the package automatically opened, revealing a small box and a note inside.

Upon reading the content on the note, Valen immediately understood Anvis’s intent.

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① Angrod’s Silver Rose: In Ancient Xiviser mythology, the little princess of the King of Gods, renowned for her beauty and innocence.