Anvis opened the buckle and unfolded the heavy cover.
The slightly yellowed parchment pages of the book have now turned dark yellow, almost brown, and the luster and texture have become extremely old, as if an extremely long time has passed in an instant.
On the originally empty title page, a strange and huge symbol suddenly appeared.
The symbol itself consists of spirals that exude an ominous atmosphere, twisting and changing polylines, and strange dots of different sizes.
The ink used to describe it is also very strange. In Avis's eyes, this black-green ink seems to be still flowing.
Examining this mysterious pattern carefully, Avis kept comparing it in his mind, trying to find the meaning behind the symbol.
But in the end this attempt failed. This strange symbol, like the material of the book, was beyond his current knowledge.
He tried to turn to the second page, but found that all the subsequent pages could not be opened, as if they were stuck together with strong glue.
A strange feeling came, and Anvis immediately understood the reason why he could not read:
My mental strength is not strong enough! I cannot bear the mysterious knowledge in the book.
"Snapped--"
At this moment, the Duke suddenly clapped his hands.
This sound seemed to turn off some kind of switch, and the abnormal feeling in the room disappeared instantly.
Anvis trembled all over and raised his head as if waking up from a dream. The mental power connected to the book was naturally disconnected.
A strange feeling arose in his heart, as if something had changed.
At this time, the sound of the hourglass returned to normal, but in the upper part of the hourglass, a large piece of silver-blue gravel was visible to the naked eye.
"Three magic hours and thirty-two minutes have passed since the moment your spiritual power touched this book."
Noticing Anvis' gaze, Duke Carrot spoke calmly.
"Three magic hours? Has it been that long?!"
Anvis was stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with surprise. In his perception, less than three minutes seemed to have passed.
"Does it feel like it hasn't been long? This is the Lakana effect: when the quality of your mental power is too low and you try to parse high-level spells, you will have this illusion of time."
The Duke spread his hands, and a complex spell structure like a flower appeared in his palm, and then gradually turned into scattered light spots from top to bottom.
"If I hadn't interrupted just now, you would have exhausted your mental energy like this without realizing it. If you continue, it may even cause damage to your mental sea."
"If your level reaches level four or above, even if it is still not enough to complete the analysis, you will be able to detect something wrong after consuming too much mental power and immediately cut off the connection..."
As he said that, the Duke suddenly realized the problem in his words.
"Of course, this is not your problem, on the contrary, it is a good thing!"
"As a member of my Olivendi family, I must not make the fatal mistake that ordinary professionals make: blindly pursuing the speed of advancement while ignoring the most fundamental foundation of oneself.
The taste of an early-ripening black honey fruit will be green and boring. Even if we have blood, different foundations at the same rank will also lead to huge differences in strength.
You must remember that all future strength growth will be based on your initial foundation. Every slow accumulation now will be amplified thousands of times in the future!
Only by completely reaching the limit of your own foundation and being promoted in the most perfect manner can you go further on the road of being a professional!"
"I understand, Father."
Anvis nodded slightly, feeling secretly wary of what just happened.
Having a double memory, he should have noticed something was wrong immediately, but he still fell into it unknowingly. This was undoubtedly a wake-up call for his originally relaxed state of mind.
"So, what are you going to do?"
Duke Carrot nodded and tapped his fingers on the table, attracting Anvis's attention.
"Although the power of this book is a bit strange, I can feel that it has no ill intentions towards you.
And its hidden state can blind my perception. There is no doubt that it is at least a ninth-level, or even a peak ninth-level magical object!
I just checked the library directory. It is one of the first collections of books in the library, which was donated by the first head of the family, Lord Aldrich.
This also means that for thousands of years, you are the only one who can sense and control it."
"Father, I want this book, is it okay?"
Anvis immediately understood the implication of the Duke's words and immediately made his request with a smile.
A high-level magic item will bring you a strength that cannot be ignored.
The most critical thing is that there is no it in little Avis's memory, which makes it a variable in fate.
For his current situation, any such variable is extremely precious.
"The books in the library are the public property of the family. I cannot decide to give you any of them."
Gently stroking the carvings on the cufflinks, the Duke raised his gaze, his blue eyes staring at Anvis' somewhat surprised and puzzled expression, and his tone was unhurried.
"But, if you really want it, I can lend it to you temporarily. As a price in the future, you will need to add more than three books of the same type to the library to replace it."
"Do you accept this condition, Avis?"
"I accept it! Father."
"very good."
The Duke casually finalized the matter. During the process, both of them tacitly agreed not to mention the specific time in the future.
At the same time, the thick book in Anvis's hand suddenly fluttered to the ground, glowing with white flames.
Anvis was startled and could retract the hand holding the book. But he immediately discovered that although the entire book was burning, these white flames actually had no temperature.
After leaving Anvis's hand, the book did not fall to the ground, but was suspended smoothly in the air.
As the white flames burned, runes glowing with ghostly light appeared on the cover one after another, and then gradually collapsed from top to bottom, turning into faint blue light spots and floating away.
A large number of light spots meet in the middle of the study room, stretching into a faint blue galaxy. Against the backdrop of the quietly burning bright white firelight, it looks mysterious and magical.
Soon, all the runes on the cover collapsed, and a ring engraved with a heraldry on the Duke's index finger lit up slightly, and the flame disappeared out of thin air just as it appeared.
"Now, it's yours. However, if it undergoes some unknown changes in the future, please notify me immediately. Do you understand?"
"I see."
Anvis grabbed the book floating in the air again. The moment he took it, his heart suddenly moved, and the thick big book instantly shrunk to the size of a palm.
"Has it been recognized? Not bad."
The Duke nodded in understanding, took out a piece of paper from the desk drawer, and stamped it with the heraldic ring.
The moment the ring surface and the paper were put together, the colorless magic light flashed away, leaving an ice crystal-like mark.
"Take this and go to Leonard and ask him to take you to the Yuelin Castle warehouse to get materials to make a book chain."
The Duke shook his hands and threw the paper to Anvis, who gracefully stretched out his hand to catch it.
"Then I take my leave, father."
After receiving the Duke's approval, Anvis bowed in greeting and then quietly exited the room.
After he left, Duke Carlot stared at the door, tapping his fingers on the table and frowning slightly.
"Old Secret Scripture? This kind of breath..."
After thinking about it, the Duke once again opened the bottom drawer of the desk, and his fingers sketched a complicated miniature magic circle on the deepest wooden board.
A glimmer of light flashed past, and the wooden board depicting the magic circle rippled like water waves, and an extremely secretive secret grid quietly opened.
At the same time, an ethereal and mysterious fragrance floated out, as if it came from an endless and distant country.
What was placed in the secret compartment was a palm-long, dark silver key with a simple style.
Its entire body is made of some unknown metal, and the handle is engraved with strange and delicate vine patterns. The surface has an extremely dull luster, as if it has gone through an eternity of time.
Stroking the cool metal texture of the key, the Duke suddenly thought of something and laughed in a low, mocking voice.