Chapter 17: Secret Scriptures of the Old Days

Anvis frowned. He had no impression of this book. The author was probably not even a little famous.

How did such a book get into the family library?

Could it be that its material has a high collection value?

While speculating on the origin of the book with a little malice, Anvis quickly flipped through it.

The material of the pages is similar to parchment, with a light yellow color unique to old books. The text inside is also written in light silver high elf characters.

The first half is a few absurd high elf poems, and the second half is some abstract sketches, which seem to be the scenery casually drawn by the author.

Based on the writing style of these poems, Anvis judged that the author of this book, ‘Hill’, should have lived in the middle and late golden age.

Judging from the rare and scattered structure of the book with the first half of the text, the second half of the illustrations, and even a few blank pages at the end, it is very likely just a casual work like a notebook.

However, Anvis noticed that the font on the last page of the long poem was a little blurry, and the page itself was slightly black.

"Without magic fluctuations, the content is worthless."

After flipping through it, Avis frowned slightly, staring at the dark green cover, and unconsciously stroking his chin.

After taking it in his hand, the strange sense of intimacy became clearer, but that was all.

He did not give up and flipped through it again, and carefully checked the slightly blackened page, but still found nothing.

Avis gave up studying the content of the book, put his index finger and middle finger together, and carefully stroked the surface of the book to feel the texture of the cover. He tapped it twice from time to time to listen to the feedback.

Then, he put his nose close to it and sniffed the smell of the material surface carefully.

After hesitating for a while, he also used the tip of his tongue to sense the taste.

After checking for a long time, Avis was somewhat surprised to find that the material that made up the cover of the book did not belong to any material he had ever known!

This is a very rare situation. You know, in his previous life, little Avis had the title of magician.

You can imagine how rare a material that even he didn't understand is.

Avis fell into deep thought. He knew that the next step should be to connect the book with his mental power.

However, the book gave him a strange feeling. He was not a player who could be resurrected now, so he had to consider the risks of doing so.

………

"That's it, so I hope to get your help."

In the study of Moon Castle, the Duke sat behind his large black dragon blood wood desk and listened carefully to Avis's story.

A strange and exquisite hourglass was placed in a corner of the desk. In the transparent crystal prism suspended above the base, the fine silver sand with a little blue starlight fell like water, making a faint rustling sound.

After understanding the whole story, the Duke nodded in approval, affirming that Avis told him the whole story and asked him to help check whether there was any danger. This is a safe approach.

"Your choice is correct, Anvis! No matter how cautious you are with these mysterious items whose effects have not been verified, it is not too much.

You know, the probability of pie and trap is often equal.

You must remember that as the bloodline heir of my Olivendi family, you must not put yourself in a dangerous situation at any time!"

As he said, the Duke casually tapped the table, and an ice-blue micro-magic circle flashed under his finger. A few seconds later, the upright figure of Butler Leonard appeared at the door.

"Your Excellency the Duke, what do you want?"

"Go to the third section of the miscellaneous area of ​​the large library, find a book called "Hill's Poem", and bring it with you. This is the authority nameplate."

Take out a silver metal plate engraved with the family emblem, and Duke Carrot handed it to Leonard casually.

In less than half a minute, the butler returned to the study, placed the book and the nameplate on the table, and then quietly left the room.

"Is it this book?"

"Yes, father."

Without a careful inspection, when Leonard returned to the study for the second time, Anvis felt the familiar intimacy.

There is no doubt that the source is the thick book on the table.

The Duke waved his hand, and the dark green thick book automatically flew into his hand. With the sunlight projected into the room through the gorgeous arched window, he slowly flipped through it.

"Father, did you find anything?"

Anvis watched the Duke's actions quietly, with a little curiosity in his tone.

"Its material is somewhat special, and it seems to come from some abnormally ancient creature."

As he said, Duke Carrot separated a trace of ninth-level mental power and probed into the book.

But then, his originally relaxed face slowly became serious, and a trace of solemnity flashed across his blue eyes.

The result was completely beyond his expectations. Under the powerful ninth-level mental power detection, the book did not have any magic fluctuations and abnormal feedback, as if it was completely an ordinary craft book.

"No abnormality? Interesting... Anvis, do you still have that kind of feeling about it now?"

Looking at the dark green book that did not change, the Duke's blue eyes gradually narrowed.

"Yes, father."

Anvis glanced at the book in the Duke's hand with a little desire and nodded to confirm.

"Okay, take it, and use your mental power to connect it. If there is a problem, I will immediately cut off the connection, so don't worry about anything--"

The Duke did not make any move, and the dark green heavy ancient book floated up from his palm and slowly floated towards Avis.

Avis took a deep breath, reached out to catch it, and extended his mental power to connect with it.

In an instant, a strange change occurred.

In Avis's eyes, the surface of the book gradually exuded a strange and ominous dark "breath".

The dark shadow flowed out from the light silver font on the cover like a stream of water, gradually spreading around.

Soon, the original light silver title was completely swallowed up, and the shadow turned into an amorphous dark mass, wriggling and occupying the center of the cover.

On the back of the book, the original light silver warm sun symbol has now turned into a dark and scorching sun.

The surrounding sunlight became distorted and frantic, like countless struggling and dancing tentacles, giving people a weird and hateful feeling.

Along with the changes in the book, a faint and strange whisper sounded in the depths of Avis's mind.

This sound made his mind a little dazed, and it was definitely not any language he knew. He even suspected that the sound was not something that could be made by human vocal cords.

The surrounding environment gradually began to distort, and the light was slightly distorted and blurred.

The colors of various objects became strong and vivid, like an old photo with full contrast.

The originally weak and orderly rustling sound of the hourglass had become clear, disordered and crazy without knowing when. It was like some kind of messy and meaningless background noise from the depths of the desolate universe.

Anweisi did not pay attention to the changes in the environment. He turned the book back to the front for the second time.

At this time, the dark shadow mass seemed to completely digest the original light silver text.

It twisted and deformed again, forming two slightly squirming dark high elven words in the place of the original title.

"Old Secret Scripture? ①"

①: The original text is two high elven words connected together. The first word means: past; ancient; long time, and the second is secret; secret; hidden knowledge.