Chapter 17: The Secret Book of the Old Days
Anvis frowned. He had no impression of this book. The author was probably not even a little famous.
How did such a book get into the family library? Could it be that its material has a high collection value? While slightly speculating on the origin of the book maliciously, Avis quickly flipped through it.
The material of the pages was similar to parchment, with a faint yellow hue typical of old books. The text inside was also written in light silver High Elf script.
The first half consists of several absurd long poems by high elves, while the second half consists of some abstract sketches that seem to be landscapes casually drawn by the author.
Based on the writing style of these poems, Anvis judged that the author of this book, 'Hill', should have lived around the middle to late Golden Age.
Judging from the rare and loose structure of the book with the main text in the first half and illustrations in the second half, and even a few blank pages at the end, it is very likely just a casual work like a notepad.
However, Anvis noticed that the font on the last page of the main text of the poem was a little blurry, and the page itself was slightly blackened.
"Without the fluctuation of magic power, the contents are worthless."
After flipping through it, Avis frowned slightly, stared at the dark green cover, and rubbed his chin unconsciously.
After holding it in my hand, the strange feeling of familiarity became clearer, but that was all.
Not giving up, he flipped through the book again, and carefully checked the slightly blackened page, but still found nothing.
Avis gave up studying the contents of the book, and put his index and middle fingers together, stroking the surface of the book, feeling the texture of the cover, and tapping it from time to time, listening to the feedback.
Then he put his nose close to it and sniffed the surface of the material carefully.
After hesitating for a while, he used the tip of his tongue to sense the taste.
After checking for a long time, Avis was somewhat surprised to find that the material that made up the book cover was not any material he had ever known! This was a very rare situation. You know, in his previous life, little Avis had the title of magician.
A material that even he didn't understand, so you can imagine how rare it was.
Avis fell into deep thought. He vaguely understood that the next step should be to connect to the book with mental power.
However, this book gave him a really strange feeling. He was not a player who could be resurrected now, so he had to consider the risks of doing so.
………
"That's it, so I hope to get your help."
In the study of Moonfall Castle, the Duke sat behind his large black dragon blood wood desk, listening carefully to Avis's story.
A peculiar and exquisite hourglass was placed in a corner of the desk. Suspended in a transparent crystal prism above the base, fine silver sand with dots of blue starlight fell like water, making a faint rustling sound.
After learning the whole story, the Duke nodded approvingly, affirming that it was prudent for Anvis to tell him the whole story and ask him to help check whether there was any danger.
“You made the right choice, Anvis! No matter how cautious you are with these mysterious items whose effects have not been verified, it is never too late.
You know, the probability of pie and trap is often equal.
You must remember that as the bloodline heir of the Olivendi family, you must never put yourself in danger at any time!"
As he spoke, the Duke casually tapped the table, and an ice-blue miniature magic circle flashed under his finger. A few seconds later, the upright figure of Butler Leonard appeared at the door.
"Your Excellency the Duke, what do you want?"
"Go to the third section of the miscellaneous section of the Great Library and find a book called 'Hill's Poems'. Bring it here. This is the authority nameplate."
Taking out a silver metal plate engraved with the family crest, Duke Carrot handed it to Leonard.
In less than half a minute, the butler returned to the study, placed the book and nameplate on the table, and then quietly left the room.
"Is it this book?"
"Yes, father."
Without a closer look, Anvis felt the familiar intimacy when Leonard returned to the study for the second time.
There is no doubt that the source is the thick book on the table.
The Duke waved his hand, and the thick dark green book automatically flew into his hands. He slowly flipped through the pages with the sunlight shining into the room through the gorgeous arched windows.
"Dad, did you find anything?"
Anvis watched the Duke's actions quietly, with a hint of curiosity in his tone.
"Its material is somewhat special, and seems to come from some extremely ancient creature."
As he spoke, Duke Carrot separated a trace of ninth-order mental power and probed into the book.
But then, his originally relaxed face slowly became serious, and a hint of solemnity flashed across his blue eyes.
The result was completely beyond his expectations. Under the powerful ninth-order mental detection, there was no magical fluctuation or abnormal feedback from the book, as if it was just an ordinary handicraft book.
"Nothing unusual? Interesting... Avis, do you still have that feeling about it now?"
Looking at the unchanged dark green book, the Duke's blue eyes gradually narrowed.
"Yes, father."
Anvis glanced at the book in the Duke's hand with a hint of longing and nodded in confirmation.
"Okay, take it then, and use your mental power to connect it. If there is any problem, I will immediately cut off the connection, so there is no need to worry—"
The Duke did not make any movement. A thick dark green ancient book floated up from his palm out of thin air and slowly drifted towards Avis.
Avis took a deep breath, reached out to catch it, and extended his mental power to connect with it.
In an instant, strange changes occurred.
In Avis's eyes, the surface of the book gradually exuded a strange and ominous dark 'aura'.
The dark shadow flowed out from the light silver font on the cover like a stream of water, gradually spreading around.
Soon, the original pale silver title was completely swallowed up, and the shadow turned into an amorphous dark mass that squirmed and occupied the center of the cover.
On the back of the book, the originally light silver and warm sun symbol has now turned into a dark and scorching sun.
The sunlight surrounding them became distorted and chaotic, like countless struggling and dancing tentacles, giving people a weird and disgusting feeling.
As the book changed, a strange whisper sounded deep in Avis' mind.
This sound made him a little dazed, it was definitely not any language he knew. He even suspected that the sound was not something that could be produced by human vocal cords.
The surrounding environment gradually began to distort, and the light became slightly twisted and blurred.
The colors of various objects become strong and vivid, like an old photo with the contrast adjusted to the maximum.
The originally faint and orderly rustling sound of the hourglass had become clear, disordered and crazy without knowing when, as if it was some kind of chaotic and meaningless background noise coming from the depths of the desolate universe.
Anvis did not notice the change in environment as he turned the book back to the front for the second time.
At this moment, the dark shadow mass seemed to have completely digested the original light silver text.
It twisted and deformed once again, forming two slightly wriggling dark High Elf words in the original title's place.
"Old Secret Scriptures?"
①: The original text is two connected words in High Elven language. The first word means: the past; ancient; long time, and the second one means secret; secret; hidden knowledge.
(End of this chapter)
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