At this time, Duke Carrot was sitting leisurely behind the large desk, playing with a piece of blue crystal cluster that exuded a little silver light.
Sunlight penetrated into the room from the tall arched window behind the Duke, and the pale white beams of light shrouded the Duke's black-and-gold-patterned dress, outlining a faintly radiant outline, making his figure appear extremely majestic.
"Father--"
Stepping elegantly into the room, Anvis bowed to the Duke. Behind him, a butler in a black tuxedo closed the door.
The Duke nodded slightly to him and motioned for him to sit down on the seat beside him.
"I came to you for two things, Avis."
The Duke casually placed the crystal cluster on the 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 in elegant dark blue, with complex patterns all over the edges, and a mysterious castle coat of arms with purple-gold luster is embossed in the center.
"The first thing is that Wangli Pamir College has sent an invitation letter. On the first day of the Fire Moon, one month later, it will be time for you to go to Wangdu College for further studies."
While the Duke was speaking, the invitation on the table floated up on its own and slowly fell into Anvis's hands.
Anvis has heard of the name of Pamir Academy, which was founded by Emperor Gloria himself and is recognized as the top academy in the empire. Only a few hundred new students are admitted every year across the empire.
Pamir means "brilliance" in Mani language.
Only true geniuses, or descendants of nobles whose family status reaches a certain level, or both, can receive invitations from the Pamir Academy.
In a sense, this is not just an invitation, but a symbol of a class. Receiving it is equivalent to receiving a ticket to the upper class.
"Father, will Fiona also go to the academy with me?"
After carefully looking at the invitation letter in his hand, Anvis put it into the ring. Then he suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but ask.
"Fiona..."
Repeating the girl's name, Carlos lowered his eyes and instinctively stroked the carvings on the mithril cufflinks with his fingertips. Then he tapped the table with his index finger, as if he was hesitating in his heart.
For a moment, the Duke sighed and closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again and calmed down.
"Although her strength is sufficient, her character is still not mature enough... I will postpone her invitation for another year. Next year's Fire Moon will be the time for her to go to the academy."
With that said, Duke Carrot raised his eyes to look at Anvis again, and the aristocratic boy's perfect appearance was reflected in his blue eyes against the light.
"Next year, if Fiona's character is still so innocent... then I'll trouble you to take care of her a little bit in the academy."
"Of course, I will do my best, Father."
Breathing the air with a faint floral scent that was unique to the room where the ancient books were placed, Anvis nodded gracefully and calmly agreed.
"Sometimes, it's really hard for me to believe that you were born only one year before Fiona."
Hearing Anvis's answer, the Duke couldn't help but have a smile on his face.
"The second thing, Avis. How much do you know about the prophecy school?"
There was a thoughtful look on his face, and after a moment, Anvis slowly spoke.
"The school of prophecy focuses on the study of the web of destiny and can peek into fragments of information about the future through certain spells. It is a very powerful and mysterious profession."
"However, according to the description in the book, only those with certain talents can be qualified to learn prophecy. And the emergence of such qualifications is completely irregular."
"That's right, Avis, this is the second thing today -"
The Duke nodded with satisfaction, feeling very pleased with Avis's profound knowledge.
"You mean, the prediction talent test?"
Anvis 'understood' immediately, with a bright smile on his face that was very cooperative, as if he was excited for the upcoming test.
"Not bad! Now your strength has reached the testing standard.
Later, the chief prophet of the family will be here to test whether you have the talent of a prophet."
Seeing Anvis's "excited" look, Duke Carrot, who didn't know the truth, smiled and nodded, confirming his guess.
After a moment, Leonard opened the door again, and a slightly short figure covered in a strange gray robe appeared at the door.
When he first saw this person, Anvis thought he just looked a little mysterious.
But after careful observation, Anvis noticed that this man seemed to have some strange qualities.
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 produce some slight distortion. This makes his figure look a bit dim and incompatible with the bright surrounding environment.
The overlapping hood covered his head, hiding his face in deep shadows, making it appear hazy and difficult to see clearly.
"Good day, Your Majesty the Chief Prophet!"
Anvis stood up immediately, with an expression of respect on his face, put his right hand on his chest, and performed a standard noble etiquette.
The figure in gray robe seemed to nodded slightly, but under the distorted atmosphere, Anvis could not see his movements clearly.
"Then, I'll excuse you, Your Excellency."
The Duke turned his eyes to the figure in gray robe and spoke in an easy-going and equal manner.
"You must do your best, Your Excellency."
The figure spoke for the first time, and his voice had a strange melodious and crisp quality. It was actually the voice of a young girl.
She gently raised her hand, and a colorless crystal ball as big as a human head suddenly appeared and was held in her palm.
That white and slender hand also showed once again that the chief prophet of the Olivendi family was actually a girl!
Anvis' face showed an instinctive expression of surprise, as if he was surprised by the fact that the family's chief prophet was a girl.
In order to play his identity well, he deliberately retrieved the expression of little Anwes from his memory at this time, and restored the scene.
"I don't know how old she really is...but to be able to cultivate to the seventh level, I'm afraid she must be at least one or two hundred years old, maybe more..."
Looking at the prophet's hand holding the crystal ball, an rude thought flashed through Anvis's mind, but he almost immediately put it out.
Of course, because of the existence of the family talisman, the 'girl' prophet in front of him should not be able to see through his own thoughts, but Avis did not want to take meaningless risks.
The prophet didn't know what the noble boy in front of her had just thought. Otherwise, she might try to use physical means to place the crystal ball on Anvis' head, and then let him perceive it carefully.