In the early morning, the faint light penetrated the eyelids and woke Anvis from his sleep.
He opened his eyes, sat up slowly, and glanced around silently.
Exquisite silk curtains, gorgeous ceilings intertwined with blue and gold, and exquisitely crafted luxurious furniture all have a mysterious and wonderful beauty.
The floor was covered with an extremely expensive-looking carpet, which was so soft that it even sank into your ankles when you stepped on it.
Wuyan spread out his hands wrapped in pajamas, and Anvis tried to construct a spell according to the method in his memory.
The blue flame suddenly rose up and floated out of thin air in the slender and pale palm.
Staring at the fire burning silently in his palm, a sense of absurdity and unreality arose in his heart.
Although it has been several years since he came to this world, he still sometimes has this illusion.
Looking through the window, several towering spiers are suspended in mid-air.
Under the light of the rising sun, the white tower body shines with hazy silver light, looking extremely mysterious and beautiful.
"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk -"
Three times in a row, the door was knocked on time by Butler Leonard.
Anvis quickly agreed, put away his thoughts and flames, and then rang the bedside bell and called the maid to help him change clothes and wash up.
When he first traveled through time, he still had the habit of sleeping in, but after many not-so-good memories, Mr. Butler successfully helped him correct this.
Assuming Anvis didn't respond just now, Leonard would remain silent for tens of seconds and then knock three more times.
If there is still no response after knocking on the door for the second time, Leonard will wait for ten seconds again, then push the door directly in and use magic to drive away Anvis' sleepiness.
Like a sobering ice-cold water balloon.
Faced with Anvis's anger at being awakened from his sweet dream, Leonard's original words were: If the young master doesn't want me to disturb his sleep, then please try to become stronger than me.
By the way, Leonard is an eighth-level peak warlock. When converted into game level, he is level 88 to 89.
Putting on complicated aristocratic clothes that glowed with magical aura, Anvis walked downstairs slowly, preparing to go to the restaurant for dinner.
"Good morning, brother Anvis!"
A soft, childish voice sounded in his ears, and the slightly dark castle corridor suddenly lit up, and a little girl like sunshine appeared in front of him.
Her long, light golden hair like the morning sun was scattered like water, flowing freely on the back of her white gauze skirt. Her snow-white skin could be broken by blows, and her delicate little face tried hard to make a serious expression.
The girl saluted Anvis with a formal look on her face, her big watery lake-blue eyes blinking cutely, her eyes pure and clean.
The early morning sunlight pours in from the towering painted crystal window, forming an inclined beam of light.
She stood in the pillar of light, her beautiful figure glowing with a hazy white glow, as pure and holy as a ray of sunshine.
"Good morning, dear Fei."
Good morning, Olivendi's Star Diamond, Howling Crystal Bird's Crest, Star of Hope in the North, White Princess, Your Majesty Fiona Law Olivendi.
Anvis showed an elegant smile habitually and nodded to her gently, feeling a little emotional in his heart.
Compared with him, who was a little-known sidekick in later generations, [White Princess] Fiona's name can be said to be as loud as a thunder.
One of the few ninth-level extreme powerhouses in the four major family alliance camps, and is strong enough to rank among the top three.
She has a glorious record of killing ninth-level magic swordsmen alone and destroying the entire alliance's crusade army. I don't know how many players and NPCs died under her super-level magic.
However, compared to the cute and serious look now, her face will always have a cold expression in the future, as if the smile has left her forever.
As a direct descendant of Olivendi, Avis also learned some special secrets.
Although Fiona is nominally his sister, her parentage is actually a mystery.
Her registration ceremony was held when Anvis was one and a half years old, but Anvis remembered clearly that the duchess was not pregnant at all during that time.
But what confused him was that the girl did have the aura of two legendary bloodlines in her body.
Moreover, judging from the charismatic charm she unconsciously exudes, the purity of her bloodline is probably terrifying!
Her dazzling feeling is not an illusion, but a manifestation of her bloodline's unconscious attraction to the light element.
After greeting each other, the two walked down the wide staircase covered with red carpet, passing between the dragon heart wood handrails and the elegant elf sculptures.
Several giant obsidian decorative columns with reliefs are seen from far to near, and the breakfast room has arrived.
Magic flames burn in the elaborately carved fireplace, and portraits of ancestors, large and small, hang on the wall on one side of the fireplace.
The Gloria-style curtains were opened by the maids, letting in the early morning sunlight.
In the breakfast room, Duke Carlot sat at the end of the long snow-white table and was reading the latest issue of the "Empire Morning News" presented by the butler.
This is the newspaper he must read every day, in addition to the "Callas" and "Magic Times".
Although the Duke has his own intelligence agency, he still retains the habit of reading newspapers.
In order to ensure the timeliness of newspapers, these newspapers will pass through a special transmission device as soon as they are printed.
From the distant royal capital or the magic photocopying tower in the outer ring of the floating city, it was delivered to the hands of the Duke.
"Oh, it's really unbelievable. The arrogant old stubborns of the royal family still passed that proposal!"
As he watched, the Duke couldn't help but shake the newspaper in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and sounded a bit deliberately surprised.
"Shouldn't you have known this a long time ago? Carrot, for such an important decision, conservatives cannot represent the opinions of the entire royal family."
Listening to the Duke's slightly sarcastic comments, Duchess Elena spoke gracefully, then picked up the slim elf-colored porcelain tea cup and took a sip of the fragrant and magical Gloomy Flower Tea.
"Indeed, but I believe you can see that the opening of the Glory to traffic is not just as simple as building a magic train and laying a few tracks.
It is a sign! Being able to make headlines and be in the name of Glory means that the Empire has officially decided to promote the development of magical constructs."
The Duke raised his thick eyebrows and continued to browse the details of the report, feeling slightly worried in his heart.
"This is an unstoppable trend, Carrot, we are not the only empire on the continent.
The benefits of popularizing constructs outweigh the disadvantages. The Kingdom Federation has proven to us how much the popularization of constructs will improve national strength.
As Fergus said, 'In this world that is changing all the time, only by constantly moving forward can you stay where you are.'"
Taking another sip of tea, the beautiful Duchess elegantly raised her hand and gently combed her light golden hair behind her ears.
"In order to make the die-hards compromise, the reformers will inevitably make concessions in other aspects. The high probability of loosening restrictions is just for civilian use and will not have too much impact on the current stable situation of the empire."
As she spoke, she put the tea cup back on the gold-embedded tray, rested her fair arms gracefully on the table, and looked at the Duke with a smile, her eyes as tender as water.
"Besides, we still have the youngest ninth level in the history of the empire. Even if the situation is really turbulent, what will happen?"
"Ha, I understand, I'm just feeling emotional."
Duke Carlot also laughed and tapped his fingers lightly on the table, leaving slightly bluish frost marks.
"Good morning, father and mother." x 2
By chance, Anvis and Fiona entered the breakfast room and bowed to the Duke and Duchess.
Duke Carlot nodded as usual, and Elena responded with a warm smile.
While saluting, Anvis noticed the headline of the newspaper in the Duke's hand. The font was enlarged and bold, and it was printed on the most conspicuous part of the page.
"The Empire's first magically constructed train, the Glory, has officially opened to traffic in the royal capital!"
Anvis' pupils narrowed slightly.
Ouch! The first sign that the empire has entered a new era, the wheel of history has rolled forward a little further——
Thinking about it, Anvis walked to the first place on the left side of the long table and took his seat from the left side of the chair. When sitting down, he paid special attention to his back to avoid contact with the back of the chair.
Once everyone is seated, breakfast time officially begins.
Cedar truffle and golden mirage soup, grilled wyvern wings, crystal-scorched feather swan, misty sea lobster salad...
One after another, the extremely precious dishes were served on silver plates that were extremely resistant to evil spirits, and were presented by servants like flowing water, allowing the Duke's family to take them.
The raw materials of each dish are mild magical plants and rare monster ingredients of at least level 4 or above. It truly allows the eater to enjoy the delicious food while improving his strength at the same time.
For example, the Misty Sea Lobster Salad is made from fifth-level Misty Sea Lobster that has been grown for more than 130 years and whose tail tip has turned light blue.
That is a true fifth-level monster with thin dragon blood, and it only lives on the bottom of the Misty Sea far away from the mainland.
It can be eaten by professionals below level five to permanently improve their physique. It is a precious ingredient that can be sent to the auction house every time.
Master Balewen, the eighth-level great magician of the protection system and the famous gourmet in the empire, commented on this monster as: "Amazingly tender and delicious taste——"
However, catching them is quite dangerous work.
The Sea of Fog is an extremely dangerous sea area, including the famous fog of death, high-level sea monsters, strange ocean currents that cause magic disorder, etc.
Every year, many professionals die alive at the bottom of the sea just to catch this kind of lobster.
During the meal, Butler Leonard stood solemnly behind the Duke, paying meticulous attention to the actions of the two children to ensure that they were not disrespectful during the meal.
If there is anything inappropriate, Mr. Butler will point it out immediately and correct it.
Anvis held a special enchanted mithril knife and fork and carefully divided a piece of lobster meat, trying to avoid making any noise.
After the chef's skillful processing, the shrimp meat is tender and slightly elastic. As soon as you chew it, the extremely sweet juice bursts in your mouth, leaving a fragrant aroma on your lips and teeth.
He nodded slightly, picked up the small piece of shrimp meat with a fork, and put it elegantly into his mouth, keeping his body straight the whole time.
Thanks to the memory of his previous life, he learned various etiquettes quickly. He often attracted the admiring eyes of little Fiona.
"Brother... so amazing..."
Fiona grabbed the knife and fork, tilted her head and looked at Anvis's movements, her cute big lake-blue eyes full of admiration.
Suddenly, her peripheral vision met Leonard's serious eyes, she quickly turned her little head back, and the expression on her face became straight.
Then he concentrated his attention and struggled with the light feather swan breast meat on the plate that emitted a faint white light.
"The learning speed is remarkable. He is indeed my child."
The Duke scooped up a golden-patterned mirage and ate it slowly, nodding secretly in his mind. Under the powerful body control of a ninth-level professional, every move he made was elegant and impeccable.
'This is why I hate aristocratic life.'
As the center of attention, Anvis, who must always maintain an elegant manner, was speechless.
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①: Fergus Brandon, one of the speakers of the Ring Council of the ancient Magic Empire, the Grand Mage of the Protection Department, and the first ninth-level spellcaster in human history.