Chapter 37: Prophecy Talent Test

The next day, morning.

Led by Leonard, Anvis came to the Duke's study.

At this time, Duke Carrot was sitting leisurely behind the large desk, playing with a piece of dark blue crystal cluster emitting silver light in his hand.

Sunlight filtered into the room from the tall arched window behind the Duke. The pale beam of light enveloped the Duke's black dress with gold patterns, outlining a faintly glowing outline and making his figure look extremely majestic.

"Father--"

Anvis walked into the room gracefully and bowed to the Duke. Behind him, a butler in a black tuxedo closed the door.

The Duke nodded slightly to him and motioned him to sit down in a chair nearby.

"I came to you for two things, Avis."

The Duke casually placed the crystal cluster on a corner of the table, opened the drawer, took out an exquisite invitation letter and placed it on the table.

The main body of the invitation is elegant dark blue, with intricate patterns around the edges and a mysterious castle emblem with a purple-gold sheen embossed in the center.

"First of all, the Royal Pamir Academy has sent you an invitation letter. On the first day of Hearthfire Month, which is one month from now, you will go to the Royal Capital Academy for further studies."

While the Duke was speaking, the invitation on the table floated up by itself and slowly fell into Anvis' hands.

Anvis had heard of the Pamir Academy, which was founded by Emperor Gloria himself and was recognized as the top academy in the entire empire. It only enrolled hundreds of new students from across the empire every year.

Pamir means "glory" in the Mani language.

Only true geniuses, or descendants of nobles with a certain level of family background, or both, can receive an invitation letter from Pamir Academy.

In a sense, this is not just an invitation, but a symbol of class. Receiving it is equivalent to receiving an admission ticket to the upper class.

"Father, will Fiona go to the academy with me?"

After carefully examining the invitation in his hand, Avis put it into his ring. Then he suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but ask.

"Fiona..."

Repeating the girl's name, Carlos looked down, and instinctively stroked the carvings on the mithril cufflinks with his fingertips, and then tapped the table with his index finger, as if he was a little hesitant.

After a moment, the Duke sighed, closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again, and his gaze calmed down.

"Although her strength is already sufficient, her character is still not mature enough... I will postpone her invitation for another year. She will go to the academy in the Hearthfire Month of next year."

As he spoke, Duke Carrot looked up at Anvis again. His blue eyes, facing against the light, reflected the perfect appearance of the noble boy.

"By next year, if Fiona is still so naive... then I'd like to trouble you to take care of her in the academy."

"Of course, I'll do my best, Father."

Breathing the air with a faint floral scent that was unique to the room filled with ancient books, Avis nodded gracefully and agreed calmly.

"Sometimes, it's hard for me to believe that you were born only a year before Fiona."

Hearing Anvis's answer, the Duke couldn't help but smile.

"The second thing, Anvis. How much do you know about the School of Prophecy?"

There was a thoughtful look on his face. After a moment, Avis spoke slowly.

"The School of Prophecy focuses on the study of the web of fate. It is a very powerful and mysterious profession that can peek into future information through certain spells."

"However, according to the description in the book, only those with certain talents can obtain the qualification to learn prophecy. And the emergence of this qualification is completely irregular."

"Well said, Avis, this is the second thing today—"

The Duke nodded with satisfaction, feeling very pleased with Anvis's profound knowledge.

"You mean, the prophecy talent test?"

Avis immediately 'understood' and showed a bright smile on his face, as if he was excited about the upcoming test.

"Not bad! Now your strength has reached the standard for testing.

Later, the family's chief prophet will come here to test whether you have the gift of prophecy."

Seeing Anvis's 'excited' expression, Duke Carrot, who didn't know the truth, smiled and nodded, confirming his guess.

After a while, Leonard opened the door again, and a slightly shorter figure covered in a strange gray robe appeared at the door.

When he first saw this man, Anvis thought he just looked a little mysterious.

But after careful observation, Anvis noticed that there seemed to be some strange qualities in this person.

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It was a slightly distorted and alienated feeling, as if there was an illusory barrier between the space he was in and the surrounding environment.

When the light in the environment reaches him, it seems to be slightly distorted, which makes his figure look dim and out of tune with the bright environment.

The overlapping hood covered his head, hiding his face in deep shadows, making it hazy and difficult to see clearly.

"Good day, Mr. Chief Prophet!"

Anvis immediately stood up, a respectful expression on his face, and placed his right hand on his chest, performing a standard aristocratic etiquette.

The gray-robed figure seemed to nod slightly, but in that distorted atmosphere, Avis couldn't see his movements clearly.

"Then I'll trouble you, sir."

The Duke turned his gaze towards the grey-robed figure and spoke in a casual and equal manner.

"I will do my best, Your Excellency."

The figure spoke for the first time, and the voice had a strange gentleness and crisp texture, and it was actually the voice of a young girl.

She raised her hand slightly, and a colorless crystal ball as big as a human head suddenly appeared and was held in her palm.

That tender white and slender hand also once again showed that the chief prophet of the Olivendi family was actually a girl! Anvis instinctively showed a surprised expression on his face, as if he was surprised by the fact that the chief prophet of the family was a girl.

In order to play his role well, he deliberately dug out the expression of little Anvis in his previous life from his memory and restored the scene.

"I don't know how old she really is... But since she has cultivated to the seventh level, she must be at least 100 to 200 years old, or maybe even older..."

Looking at the fortune teller's hand holding the crystal ball, an impolite thought flashed through Avis' mind, but he almost immediately suppressed it.

Of course, because of the existence of the family amulet, the 'young' prophet in front of him should not be able to see through his thoughts, but Avis did not want to take a meaningless risk.

The prophet did not know what the noble boy in front of her had just thought, otherwise, she might have tried to use physical methods to embed the crystal ball into Avis's head and then let him feel it carefully.

①: September

Thanks to the book friend 20210103100012951 for the reward! Thanks to the random coder for helping me find the character fan art! 　　 　 (End of this chapter)