The 2470th year of the glorious calendar, the twenty-second day of the Feiyu month.
This meeting, which attracted great attention from the top leaders of the three major countries in the mainland, was held at the headquarters of the Magic Council of the Mainland, the Sky City 'Oracian'.
When the Magic Crystal Ball's broadcast of the meeting appeared outside, everyone was stunned.
The three Supreme Speakers of the Continental Magic Council appeared at the same time at the same time, and their makeup was particularly grand. Even Vernica, the Ring of Time and Space, who had been the most casually dressed among the three, was rarely dressed in complicated and complicated clothes from head to toe at this moment.
Elegant magic dress.
The person the three of them were meeting at the moment, the handsome young man sitting opposite the three major speakers, was clearly the descendant of the head of the Olivendi family, one of the four major families in the Gloria Empire, Anvis Olivendi!
At the scene, several people had a brief and friendly exchange, and finally made an agreement that both parties would not invade each other.
As the contents of this meeting were exposed, the entire Yaer continent was in an uproar. Anvis's specific background and identity also spread quickly.
The fourth son of Duke Carlos, who was born with high-purity double legendary blood, is currently a student at Pamir Academy and has not yet held a coming-of-age ceremony.
This resume makes everyone who sees the information feel incredible. This can no longer be summed up simply as genius or monster, but only ridiculous.
Duke Carlot, who is known as the youngest person in the history of the empire to reach the ninth level, is not even strong enough to reach the seventh level at Anvis' current age.
How could Anvis Olivendi become a ninth-level prophet? Or even a ninth-level prophet?
After receiving the report immediately, many major forces in the Gloria Empire began to wonder if there was something wrong with the intelligence, or if the other party had disguised its appearance.
But then, when the Olivendi family suddenly announced to the outside world that Anvis had been appointed as the new head of the family, everyone had to start thinking about how they should treat the Olivendi family in the future.
Those who were once hostile to the Olivendi family were as restless as if they were mourning their heirs.
"Anvis Olivendi? Ninth-level prophet?! How is this possible?!!"
The Marquis of Arc, headquarters of the ‘Light of Hope’ Legion.
In the brightly lit conference room, Alyssa Alke, the direct descendant of the Marquis of Alke and the heroic leader of the Maiden Knights, sat on the side of the round table, looking at the latest information, her golden-red eyes widening in disbelief.
"This is impossible. He is still my classmate now, and he is even a member of the True Knowledge Society who joined the True Knowledge Society at the same time as me! How could he become a ninth-level prophet?!"
"But this is indeed a fact. Perhaps it is a miracle sent by the legendary gods."
On the other side of the round table, Langton, the son of destiny, who was the deputy commander of the army, leaned back on his chair with a serious expression.
"Although we have no direct hostile relationship with him now, the Enoch family and the Olivendi family belong to one of the four major families in the empire after all. When they can no longer support themselves, there is a high probability that they will ask for help from the Olivendi family. If this continues
, we will eventually confront each other.
His Majesty Alke is kind to me, but if we want to destroy the Enoch family and take revenge, we'd better think about what we should do when we are really hostile to him in the future."
"However, that person is a ninth-level prophet, and everyone is not aware of the means of the prophet. Even if His Majesty Alke is not afraid of himself, we cannot fight against him."
Beside the round table, Langton's sister Leah couldn't help but speak.
"I'm afraid we can only rely on His Majesty Alke to make a decision. Whether it is war or peace, we will just wait for His Majesty's decision."
In the end, Alyssa set the tone on the matter.
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On the other side, in the eastern part of the Kalras Province, in the dinner hall of Count Barosca's castle, another discussion on how to deal with Anvis was also going on.
"What do His Majesty Marquis Poluoch and the Glory Alliance say?"
"Shrink the defense and stop all actions against the Olivendi family."
"Damn it, is there really nothing we can do?"
Count Barosca, who had messy ginger red hair and splayed beard, sat at the table, staring at the people around him, and punched the table with his thick arm.
Everyone's reaction to him was not surprising. After all, the other party was once a vassal of the Olivendi family, but he betrayed the former master immediately during the turmoil. Now that the Olivendi family is about to rise again, the opponent will definitely be in panic all day long.
"Can we formulate some kind of plan to draw out his body and kill him?"
"Using conspiracy to deal with a ninth-level prophet? Are you sure?"
After listening to Count Barosca's words, Count Moore next to him raised his eyebrows and glanced at him in confusion.
"Well said! Then it was His Excellency Laubarowska who arranged this plan——"
"Your Excellency Barosca, please advise, we need such a good plan!"
Several other people present were also sarcastic, but at the same time they were secretly exchanging glances with each other.
They are all people who have made trouble for the Olivendi family before. The news that Anvis has become a ninth-level prophet is a shock to everyone. They must come up with a way to deal with it as soon as possible, otherwise they will be liquidated sooner or later.
"After all, he is just a newly promoted ninth-level prophet, not a ninth-level stargazer, and he does not have the cooperation of the floating city. We also have the support of many marquis behind us, so we are not without the power of resistance!"
Faced with the sarcastic comments from everyone, Barosca's face turned red, but she still argued with a somewhat unconvinced expression.
"Okay, what Mr. Barosca said makes sense."
At this time, a slender figure sitting in the corner of the banquet hall, wearing a long blue velvet cloak, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke and agreed with Count Barosca.
"Lord Limela!"
Seeing this figure speaking, the other people present greeted him one after another.
Although Count Limera has the same status as them, the other party is directly subordinate to Marquis Poluoch. At present, Marquis Poluoch's power is booming in the empire, and the other party is not the same.
"Don't be too afraid. After all, we are also the current nobles of the empire and are protected by the royal family.
If the other party really takes action personally, the royal guardians will definitely be on our side, and even if that person is a ninth-level prophet, they will not be able to go against the power of the entire empire's royal family."
Looking at the nobles around him, Count Limeira spoke calmly.
"Of course, everyone knows the methods of the prophet. We must unite now and never give them a chance to defeat them individually."
"Your Majesty Limeira is right!"
"I agree with Mr. Limeira, now we must be stable so that we can protect our own interests to the maximum extent."
Hearing this, the other nobles nodded one after another, and Count Moore stepped forward to support Limeira's words.
"Okay, now that everyone is here, I have something to say to everyone."
Looking coldly at the group of nobles headed by Limela, Count Barosca suddenly stood up and clapped his hands.
"I wonder if Mr. Barosca has any advice?"
He glanced at Count Barosca with a half-smile, and Count More raised his glass.
"Advice?"
Looking at the people with different expressions, a crazy smile suddenly appeared on Baroska's shaggy face.
"Everyone, I would like to say hello to you on behalf of Your Majesty Anvis!" ()