Looking at the changes in the text, Anvis narrowed his eyes slightly.
The opponent who can interfere with the results of his prediction is probably not an ordinary force. Moreover, after only two such vague predictions, his fate feedback power actually consumed nearly a thousand units!
Although this has little impact on his current fortune, which has reached six figures, it makes Anvis even more curious about the origin of the other party.
Although he already had some guesses in his mind, for the sake of caution, Anvis picked up the pen again and quickly wrote a new word on the paper.
'friend'
For a long while, the silver text did not change.
"...As expected, isn't it?"
With a sigh in his heart, Anvis no longer hesitated and finally wrote the word.
‘relatives’
But this time, the prophecy ceremony had changes beyond Anvis's expectations.
When he raised his pen, the silver text on the paper first instantly turned into an almost eerie purple color, then the color gradually deepened, and finally turned into an almost ghostly green color.
The originally liquid moonlight mercury handwriting has now been 'ignited' by some invisible flame, twisting crazily on the dragon skin paper, leaving behind scorch marks that exude a strange smell.
Anvis seemed to be able to feel that, beyond the endless and distant starry sky, there was some great being of unknown form projecting a prying gaze towards here through these words.
But at this moment, the mysterious locks of Pamir Academy seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulation, and the shielding strength suddenly increased greatly, even blocking this gaze from outside for a while.
At the same time, the previously silent Old Secret Scripture on Anvis suddenly lit up, and the pages of the book instantly opened, greedily absorbing the words that were quietly burning with green flames on the dragon skin paper into the pages.
As the characters disappeared, that strange peeping gaze lost its positioning coordinates and had no choice but to disperse again.
"Green Flame? Star Singing Secret Cult?"
Watching this scene happen, Anvis knew that he could no longer predict it.
Even if you forcefully continue to predict, not only will there be no results, but it will even attract the attention of 'that being' to project further.
But at least, he has locked down the most likely identity of his enemy.
Since the war broke out in the continent of Yar for many years, these strange religious sects have popped up like mushrooms after the rain, and have flourished while the ruling classes of the major empires and the Holy See of Holy Glory were tired of dealing with the war.
As the church with the oldest historical heritage, the 'Singing Star Secret Cult' stirred up wars everywhere when the Holy See of Holy Glory was busy curbing the expansion of overlapping areas. It seemed that the purpose was to speed up the progress of this expansion to cover the Yar continent.
At the same time, they had previously carried out an attack on Fiona. If it hadn't been for the many ninth-level powerful men from the two major families who desperately tried to stop them, and Anvis driving the floating city as the Circle of Truth to secretly help, I'm afraid they would have been really attacked.
They succeeded.
With this in mind, Anvis took out the crystal ball and prepared to contact Duke Carrot to let the family be alert in advance against the attack of the Singing Star Secret Cult.
"...Can't contact you? What's going on?"
But this time, the Duke did not receive any response to his request for contact for a long time.
Sensing something was wrong, Anvis immediately contacted Duchess Elena and Butler Leonard.
"Your father? He just received a message from Uncle Pomona from the ninth-level clan asking for help. He has already gone to support and has not come back yet.
It is said that the enemy is from the Secret Cult of Songxing, and they were the ones who attacked your sister Fiona last time."
On the other side of the crystal ball, Elena looked at Anvis who looked serious and comforted her gently.
"Don't worry, Anvis. Not only did he bring the family's powerful artifacts this time, he also notified the ninth level of the Alfred family to be more vigilant. There will be no problem."
Although she said this, judging from her fingers unconsciously twirling a strand of blond hair, the Duchess's mood seemed not as calm as it appeared on the surface.
"By the way, your Excellency left a message before leaving, warning us to be wary of possible attacks by the 'Song Star Secret Cult' and to be more vigilant against Miss Fiona."
When the Duchess stopped speaking, Butler Leonard, who had his gray hair combed meticulously and a straight black dress, spoke.
"...Can you monitor your father's current status?"
There was nothing Anvis could do about this result. After all, the Duke's actions were not something he could predict.
"The crystal ball of life that you left in the family has no abnormality, Sir Anvis, but the specific location cannot be determined."
Leonard shook his head. He had been checked by Elena before.
"I understand, then I have no problem."
After ending the communication, Anvis' thoughts coincided with the Duke's previous speculation.
The Singing Star Secret Cult would not attack a ninth-level person for no reason, as that would be meaningless and quite dangerous. They must be preparing to achieve some other worthy enough goal through this kind of behavior.
And Fiona fits that perfectly.
Of course, in addition to this, the Duke himself may also be in danger.
However, the Duke's whereabouts are currently unknown, and he still went to rescue Pomona, who is also a ninth-level man. With two ninth-level powerhouses gathered together, the possibility of a real crisis is not high, and it is more likely that they are just temporarily trapped.
Currently, he is playing the role of "Levin Boley"'s adjutant's doppelganger on Fiona's side and has not noticed anything unusual.
However, during this period when the eldest prince and the fourth princess restarted the civil war, if the premise is that the Duke and the Pomona clan uncle are trapped at the same time, then the Circle of Truth is likely to take advantage of the chaos to launch another attack.
After thinking about it, Avis temporarily allocated more power to 'Levan Boli' and shifted more attention to that side.
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Kalras Province, Star Territory.
At this time, Fiona was holding a tea party with Princess Osvia and several other noble ladies in the garden of the Lord's Mansion.
Although the civil war has broken out again, the four major provinces of the empire have not yet been involved. The war is still far away from the eldest ladies, and Osvia will occasionally come here to take a break.
As a ninth-level powerhouse, she can also open multiple clones to deal with various things at the same time, and Fiona's own value is worthy of her more investment and cooperation.
The purpose of this kind of tea party is to communicate and promote feelings, and to share the tidbits and gossips that each person has. Often, the information at this kind of tea party has unique value.
"...In peacetime, you can find a lot of fun at the Twin Capes in the Palawani Province. In addition to seeing the legendary mermaids and the giant sea monsters they tame, there is also the most beautiful coast in the entire empire. Yes.
No, Lilin?"
Holding a cup of black tea with tiny silver flowers floating in it, a pink-haired aristocratic lady spoke relaxedly.
“Exactly this, along with the best and freshest delicacies that abound in the Black Sea. There are some specialty delicacies that can only be truly enjoyed in the Twin Capes.
Only when you taste the freshly grilled deep-sea black butterfly abalone and the freshly sliced silver shuttle flying fish that was just caught for less than a magic hour can you know what real life is!"
A black-haired noble lady also spoke in agreement.
"Sounds like a pleasure."
Sitting in the center of the crowd, Fiona was a little curious. Due to identity issues, she almost never left the province of Kallas.
"If it's convenient, how about we have a party there next time? I happen to have a beautiful little manor there, and I can enjoy the underwater rainbow spectacle produced by the rainbow bass migration every three years."