Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: The Life of a Noble

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The mornings’ faint light penetrated his eyelids and woke Anvis from his sleep.

He opened his eyes and sat up slowly. He looked around in silence.

The exquisite silk curtains, the gorgeous blue and gold ceiling, the exquisite and luxurious furniture, and all the decorations had a grand and wonderful beauty.

There was an extremely expensive-looking carpet on the floor. It was so soft that one could even sleep on it.

Anvis slipped out his hand from his pajamas and tried to construct a spell according to the method he remembered.

A dark blue flame suddenly soared and floated above the thin and pale palm.

Staring at the silent burning flame in his palm, a sense of absurdity rose in his heart.

Although he had been in this world for several years, he still sometimes had this feeling.

Looking through the window, several towering spires floated in the air.

Under the light of the rising sun, the pure white tower shone with hazy silver light, appearing incomparably mysterious and beautiful.

Knock, knock, knock—

Three consecutive knocks, Butler Leonard knocked on the door right on time.

Anvis verbally acknowledged him while he put out his flames. Then, he knocked on the bell at the head of the bed and asked the little maid to help him change and wash up.

When he first transmigrated, he still had the habit of sleeping in, but after many unpleasant memories, Mr. Butler had successfully disciplined him.

Assuming that Anvis didn’t respond, Leonard would be silent for dozens of seconds before knocking three more times.

If there was still no response after the second round of knocks, Leonard would extend the deadline by another ten seconds. Then, he would push open the door and enter, using magic to wake Anvis.

For example, dropping a clear ball of cold water.

Unfaced by the anger of waking up Anvis’s beautiful dream, Leonard’s original words were: If Young Master doesn’t wish to be disturbed by me, then please work harder to become stronger than me.

It was worth mentioning that Leonard was a peak rank eight Warlock. In terms of game level, he was about level 88 to 89.

After changing into a noble outfit enchanted with magic, Anvis slowly walked downstairs and prepared to head to the dining room for a meal.

“Good morning, Brother!”

A soft and tender voice sounded in his ears. The slightly dark castle corridor suddenly lit up, and a bright little girl appeared in front of him.

The light golden hair that was like the morning sun hung down like water and flowed freely on the back of her pure white cotton dress. Her snow white and translucent skin was so delicate that it could be tarnished by a breeze, and her exquisite little face tried hard to put on a serious expression.

The girl bowed formally to Anvis, her watery lake-blue eyes blinking adorably, her gaze pure and clean.

The morning sunlight poured in from the tall stained crystal window and formed a slanted pillar of light.

She stood in the pillar of light, her beautiful figure complemented by her shining radiance, as pure and holy as a strand of sunlight.

“Good morning, dear sister.”

Good morning, Oliviendi Starlight Diamond, Cold Wind Crystal Bird’s Crown Feather, North’s Star of Hope, Princess of White, Her Holiness Fiona Lo Olivendi.

Anvis smiled elegantly out of habit and nodded at her gently, he did not know how to feel.

Compared to an unknown extra like him, the name [White Princess] Fiona was well-known.

She was one of the few peak Ninth rank experts of the Four Great Clans’ alliance, and her strength was enough to rank in the top three.

With the glorious achievement of killing a rank nine Magic Swordsman alone and destroying the entire alliance army, countless players and NPCs died under her supreme magic.

Compared to her cute act of pretending to be serious, her face in the future was always cold, as if her smile had left her forever.

As Oliviendi direct descendant, Anvis also learned some special secrets.

Although Fiona was his sister in name, her background was a mystery.

Her naming ceremony was held when Anvis was one and a half years old, but Anvis remembered very clearly that during that time, the Duchess was not pregnant at all.

However, what confused him was that the girl did indeed carry the aura of two legendary bloodlines.

Moreover, judging from her extraordinary charm, the purity of her bloodline was probably very terrifying!

The bright radiance she gave others was not an illusion, but a manifestation of her bloodline unconsciously attracting light elements.

After greeting each other, the two of them walked down the wide staircase covered in a red carpet holding the dragon heartwood handrail and passed by an elegant sculpture of a fairy.

Several giant carved pillars of cloud obsidian approached from afar. They had already arrived at the dining room.

Magic flames were burning in the finely carved fireplace, and portraits of ancestors of various sizes hung on the wall on one side of the fireplace.

The Gloria-style curtains were pulled open by the maids, allowing the morning sun to shine in.

In the dining room, Duke Karlos was sitting at one end of the long, snow-white table, browsing the latest issue of the Gloria Morning Post presented by the butler.

It was a newspaper that he had to read every day. Other than that, there was also the Karlas News and Magic Times.

Although the duke had his own intelligence agency, he still retained his habit of reading newspapers.

In order to ensure the timeliness of news, the newspapers would be sent through a special transmission device as soon as they were printed.

They were sent to the duke from the Magic Printing Tower from the outer ring of the royal capital.

“Heh, it’s really unbelievable. Those arrogant old fogeys of the royal family still passed that proposal!”

As he read, the Duke couldn’t help but shake the newspaper in his hand. He raised his eyebrows and spoke with a hint of surprise.

“Shouldn’t you have known all along, Karlos? Conservatives don’t represent the entire royal opinion on such a major decision.”

Listening to the Duke’s slightly cynical evaluation, Duchess Elena gracefully opened her mouth and took a sip of the fragrant dark flower tea.

“Indeed, but I believe you should be able to tell that the constrution of the Federation of Light’s commuter train is not as simple as building a magic train and laying out a few tracks.

“It is a sign! To be able to make the headlines and be recognised for its brilliance means that the dynasty has officially decided on the development of the magical equipment.”

The duke lowered his thick eyebrows and continued to look at the details of the report. He was slightly worried.

“This is an unstoppable force, Karlos. Gloria is not the only empire on the continent.

The benefits of working together are greater than the disadvantages. The Federation of Kingdoms has already proven to us how much more adoption of the technology will improve our country’s strength.

Just as Fergus had said, ‘In a world that is constantly changing, only by constantly advancing can you maintain your position.’

Taking another sip of tea, the beautiful Duchess gracefully raised her hand and gently combed her light blond hair behind her ear.

“Also, in order to make the stubborn conservatives compromise, the reformers will definitely make concessions in other areas. Allowing such changes is most likely just civil reforms, and will not have much impact on the stability of the empire.”

As she spoke, she placed the teacup back on the gold-inlaid tray and placed her fair arm on the table elegantly. She looked at the duke with a gentle smile.

“Moreover, we still have the youngest rank 9 in the history of the empire. Even if the situation really does become unstable, so what?”

“Ha, I understand. I’m just lamenting.”

Duke Karlos laughed as well. He tapped his finger on the table, leaving a faint blue frost mark.

“Good morning, Father, Mother.” x2

As it happened, Anvis and Fiona entered the early dining room and bowed to the Duke and Duchess.

Lord Karlos nodded as if he were used to it, and Elana returned his warm smile.

As he bowed, Anvis noticed the headline of the newspaper in the duke’s hand. The words were thick and printed on the most conspicuous part of the page.

“The first magic-conducting train of the empire, ‘Radiance’, is now officially commuting to the capital!”

Anvis narrowed his eyes.

Woah! The first sign of the Empire entering a new era. The annals of history has moved forward a little—

As he pondered, Anvis walked to the first seat on the left side of the long table and sat down on the chair. When he sat down, he paid special attention to his back to avoid touching the back of the chair.

After everyone was seated, breakfast officially began.

Snow Pine Dew Honey Soup, Roasted Wyvern Wings, Roasted Crystal Feather Swan, Mist Sea Lobster…

Extremely precious dishes were placed on magic resistant silver plates. As servants served them seamlessly, the duke and his family ate their dinner.

The ingredients for each dish were mild magic plants, as well as rare magical beast ingredients at least of the fourth rank. It allowed someone to increase the his strength while enjoying the delicacies.

For example, if Mist Sea Lobster had grown for more than a hundred and thirty years, it would have turned into a light green fifth rank Mist Sea Lobster.

It was a fifth rank magical beast that possessed a thin trace of the dragon bloodline. It only lived at the bottom of the Fog Sea, which was far away from the continent.

Experts below the fifth rank could permanently improve their physique by eating them. They were precious ingredients that could be sent to auction houses.

Master Balewen, the renowned gourmet of the empire, commented, “The tender texture and delicious taste of the magical beast is amazing…”

However, fishing them is a dangerous job.

The Fog Sea was an extremely dangerous area, there was the famous Mist of Death, high-level sea monsters, and the strange ocean currents that caused magial disturbance.

Every year, many experts would die in the sea in order to catch these lobsters.

During the meal, Butler Leonard stood solemnly behind the Duke, paid attention to the two children’s actions meticulously and ensured that they followed proper etiquette during the meal.

If anything went wrong, He would immediately point it out and correct it.

Anvis held the special enchanted mithril knife and fork, carefully separated a piece of lobster meat to avoid making any noise.

After being skillfully processed by the chef, the soft and tender meat of the prawns had a bit of sharp teeth. After he chewed for a while, the incomparably fresh and sweet juice exploded in his mouth and left a lingering fragrance in his mouth.

He nodded slightly, picked up a small piece of shrimp meat with a fork, and gracefully put it into his mouth. He kept his body straight throughout.

Thanks to his memories from his previous life, he learned all kinds of etiquette very quickly. Due to this, he often garnered the admiration of little Fiona.

“Brother… is so skillful…”

Fiona gripped her knife and fork and tilted her head to watch Anvis’s movement, her lovely blue eyes filled with admiration.

As her peripheral vision met Leonard’s stern eyes, she hurriedly turned her head back and straightened her expression.

Then, he focused his attention towards the Light Feather Swan dish.

“Your learning speed is remarkable. As expected of my child.”

The duke scooped up a golden soup and ate it slowly, approving of its taste inwardly. As expected of the powerful body control of a ninth-rank Warlock, his every movement was elegant and impeccable.

‘ That’s why I hate aristocratic life.’

As the focus of everyone’s attention, Anvis, who had to maintain his elegant demeanor, was speechless.

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1. Fergus Brandon, one of the Speakers of the Circle Council of the ancient Magic Empire, a Grand Magus of the defense department, the first ninth-rank mage in human history.

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