Chapter 16 A Strange Call

"Secondly, as a Blue Star player, the completely different knowledge system in another world can also bring me great help."

"Third, as the fourth son of the Olivendi family, this identity is my strongest backing before the family is destroyed. If used properly, it can exert amazing power!"

"Fourth, as a former seventh-rank mage and royal scholar, even if he no longer has powerful magic and mental strength, the most critical knowledge and experience are still there, which is also a priceless treasure!"

"Fifth, although the enemy is extremely powerful, it will not arrive in a short time. We still have decades to prepare."

Mage is not a professional rank, but an honorary title, representing a polymath among mages.

Only those who have achieved a certain level of accomplishment in magic in all sub-factions of the current school can be awarded this title by the Imperial Royal Magic Association.

Magic is vast. In today's world where all the major schools of magic are extremely developed, an ordinary spellcaster can only barely master the sub-faction in which he specializes throughout his entire life.

Only those who are truly geniuses can achieve the development of an entire school of thought.

After analyzing his five major advantages, Avis calmed down again.

The problem is huge, there's no point in panicking.

If all the forces in the Yar continent were classified into a level, then the three major empires would undoubtedly be top-notch.

The Continental Magic Council can barely squeeze into this level thanks to its floating cities that are powerful enough to threaten multiple ninth-order cities.

If the Olivendi family were taken out alone, it could only reach the level of a first-class force.

Fortunately, he still has more time to prepare.

As far as I can remember, those foreign enemies were not actually all targeting the family, but the old aristocracy represented by the four major families was too large and blocked everyone's way.

Like an ancient primeval forest, those dark towering trees block most of the sunlight, rain and nutrients.

If the short trees want to grow, they must use a big fire to completely burn the towering trees of the old nobles, and then absorb the rich nutrients left in the ashes to grow into new towering trees.

As he thought about it, Avis began to carefully analyze the new memories, looking for possible breakthroughs.

Fortunately, little Anvis's wish was only to restore the glory of the Olivendi family.

This means that he does not need to confront the new era head-on, but only needs to find a way to protect the Olivendi family in this wave.

Simply to save the Olivendi family, he already had some vague plans based on his memory of future developments.

The only problem is the last figure who has surpassed the ninth level but is not sure whether he has reached the legendary level. Avis has been thinking about how to deal with it.

Just as the advent of nuclear bombs ended World War II, when a force beyond the ninth level appears, all strategies become meaningless.

Or, with the help of the family's power to collect raw materials, and use magic to make a mass-energy conversion bomb of tens of millions of tons? But the other party is not stupid. As long as they teleport hundreds of kilometers away the moment they sense danger, they can completely avoid the killing radius and enjoy a spectacular fireworks display.

Unless some method is used to disrupt his teleportation, the opponent's strength has exceeded the ninth level limit, and ordinary space confinement may not be effective against him. Moreover, a nuclear explosion may not necessarily kill the opponent...

Avis also thought about setting up a device similar to an anti-magic force field, but the principle of this force field suppressing magic is actually suppression and blocking.

In other words, according to the principle of equivalent exchange, if you want to make this force field effective, you must always pay energy equal to the total amount of magic power in the force field.

This is easy to understand. It is like if you want to blow up a balloon under water. When you blow it, the balloon itself must always bear the pressure from the water.

The problem of energy source is easy to solve by using the element pool of the mage tower instead. The real problem lies in the material used to draw the array pattern.

Among all the materials currently known to Avis, none can sustain energy output that constantly exceeds the limit of the ninth level.

The only good news is that the other party seems to have some special restrictions.

Otherwise, the Holy Light Church should have unified the continent long ago instead of just appearing once.

After thinking for a while and finding nothing, Avis raised his head and looked towards the side of the reading area.

There stood a magnificent floor clock, an antique from the ancient magic empire.

On the dark silver dial, the carved black pointer rotates at a constant speed, and a faint but continuous sound of components running can be heard.

"One magic hour already?"

After a moment of hesitation, Avis prepared to stand up.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a faint but attractive magical aura coming from somewhere in the library.

It seemed as if there was something familiar to him that was calling him from that direction.

Because he was distracted by the new memories, Avis didn't notice the existence of this breath at all.

But when he calmed down, this strange call immediately attracted his attention like a black mole on his fair skin.

Sensing the source of the breath with some doubt, I felt a cold and strange feedback in my mind, but also with a sense of familiarity.

"This feeling... is somewhat similar to that mysterious energy, but also somewhat different."

Avis's face was slightly stiff, and a hint of doubt flashed in the depths of his deep blue eyes.

There was no memory of this experience in his previous life. In other words, his time travel caused some special changes!

"Before, I read the books here every day, but nothing unusual happened. But today I can clearly sense this aura. There are only two possibilities."

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"First, the library has added new books. Second, this is related to the changes I have experienced in the past day."

Avis took out a silver metal nameplate, called up the list of names in the library, and checked it carefully.

"The magic array in the library has no record of new books being stored, so the first possibility is ruled out.

The only two major changes in me were gaining complete memories of my past life and absorbing all the strange energy."

For some reason, from this series of events, Avis instinctively sensed a strong sense of arrangement.

Is this also the effect of the wishing spell?

Thinking of this, Avis closed his eyes, carefully sensed the direction of the calling feeling, and slowly walked over.

He did not relax because little Anvis' wish was to restore the glory of the Olivendi family, not to ensure his own eternal life.

After walking past many rows of bookshelves that exuded an ancient atmosphere, Anvis stopped.

The bookshelf in front of him was in the poetry collection section at the bottom of the library. Placed on it were originals of exquisite ancient books that had been collected by family members of various generations and had extremely high artistic and collection value.

At this moment, his eyes slowly swept across the numerous ancient books, and finally focused on a large book with a dark green spine.

"It seems to be this, the source of the aura."

Avis stared at the book quietly, and the silver metal plate on his waist glowed slightly.

The invisible magic power turned into a subtle spell effect, and the book automatically pulled itself out of the bookshelf and fell into his hands.

As soon as he picked up the book, he felt an extremely unpleasant, cold and slippery touch like that of a soft-bodied creature in his hands, which made Avis frown.

He returned to his usual position and carefully examined the heavy book in his hands under the soft, pale light of the magic crystal chandelier.

It was an ancient book about ten inches long, eight inches wide, and two inches thick. The cover was made of a dark green material similar to biological skin, with strange patterns on it.

The corners and part of the spine are bound with an unknown metal with a dull luster. A wide buckle, also made of dark green leather and dull metal, firmly fixes the front and back covers together, like some kind of seal.

Two lines of light silver high elf words are written in the center of the cover. The author uses an ancient fancy font, adding a touch of elegance to this thick book filled with an ominous atmosphere.

The back cover of the book is engraved with a sun pattern, a light silver textured solid circle surrounded by a circle of conical sunlight of varying lengths.

While staring at it, Avis could even feel a slight warmth.

"Hill's Poem?"

(End of this chapter)