Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes Novel - Chapter 23
Chapter 23: The Cat, The Gift, The Bell
Anvis recognised it as the British Shorthair Cat in his previous life. It had a blue-gray back and a snow-white furry belly.
These curious little creatures had a long history. Since the beginning of human history, there have been records of them.
“Sir, are you interested in this Kalkza Short Fur cat?”
The owner of the cage was a Kartan merchant wearing a thick white headscarf. He was the deputy leader of the caravan. He leaned against a wooden carriage filled with goods, tapping a thin patterned silver pipe.
Seeing Anvis stop, he quickly put down his tobacco pipe and spoke in the common language with a strange accent.
“Your eyesight is really good. She’s a small female cat. She’s four months old now and very friendly with humans. Her strength can be raised to about fourth rank. She loves cleanliness and is a very good pet choice.”
“Also, in our countryside, there is a special folklore related to them!”
As he spoke, the experienced businessman exaggeratedly stretched his words before deliberately lowering his voice and speaking in a mysterious tone.
“According to legend, they originated from the dark side of Purple Moon Ames! On the moon, there were several mysterious kingdoms that belonged to the cats!
On the night of the full moon, they would leap from the roof of the tallest building here to that world! ”
Country Folklore?
Anvis smiled to himself.
Initially, he was very serious about legends like this. However, after carefully studying countless similar legends, he finally realized that he could just laugh it off.
This was because their origin was often the imaginations of people who wanted to coax their children to sleep or the hallucinations of drunk people.
However, it was not a bad idea to use for Fiona.
“Then, choose it—”
……
In the northernmost area of the Holy Messiah Empire, the Sounida Mountains.
This place was already deep into the uninhabited region of the extreme north of Saint Messiah. The surrounding thousands of miles were covered in a cold wasteland covered in ice and snow. The extremely cold frost wind blew here all year round, covering everything in a layer of deathly snow.
Soonida, which is the “Land of Eternal Night” in the language of Gomani.
The night here was extremely long and the gem-like stars in the sky were incomparably clear, and from time to time, colorful aurora lights would appear in the night sky.
At the peak of a nameless mountain in the mountain range stood an incomparably dilapidated short stone tower.
The pagoda was also covered in ice and snow. Made of ancient black hemp rocks, the pagoda was slightly slanted, as though it would collapse at any moment.
However, when the first player landed on the continent, the stone tower suddenly blurred. Without any warning, a slightly illusory bell sound reverberated across heaven and earth.
The bell wasn’t loud and clear, but it had an extremely ancient and desolate charm. It was as though it had transmigrated from the long river of time and space—
A few ice bears that were strolling on the snowy plains raised their heads and looked in the direction of the bell, their eyes filled with confusion.
Soon, the sound of the bell passed through the lonely and cold wasteland and reached a small church in the center of a small town on the borders of the wasteland.
In the prayer room inside the cathedral, a thin elder in a dark red robe stood in front of the altar with his eyes closed.
There was a golden cup on the altar made of pure white obsidian. Inside the cup was a holy and warm light.
That light was incomparably bright, but it was not blinding at all. It was like the great love of the gods that treated everyone equally, and selflessly bestowed benevolence on the human world.
At this moment, a middle-aged man in a black official’s robe hurriedly walked into the simple yet solemn prayer room. The elder who was silently praying in front of the light bowed solemnly.
“Your Grace, half a minute ago, the Stone of Destiny issued a warning!”
Although the old man’s aura was very ordinary, the person did not dare to be negligent.
The old man bowed to the altar and slowly raised his head.
Although he did not turn around, the newcomer could sense his blue-gray eyes filled with wisdom.
“Has His Holiness laid down any revelations?”
“There wasn’t any, Your Grace.”
Hearing this, the old man lowered his head again as if he was deep in thought.
The person did not show any signs of impatience. Instead, he waited for the old man’s decision with a solemn expression.
The old man in front of him was a true Saint, a living legend in the Christian Church.
Of course, it wasn’t a legend of strength, but experience.
Archbishop Gordon, a peak level-nine cleric, had survived the Judgment Day and was the closest to God among the seven archbishops of the Church. He had even taught some of the existing archbishops of the church.
At the same time, he was also the teacher of the current Pope—
With his qualifications, he should have been able to run for the pope, but he used God’s revelation as a reason to reject the title and continued to recommend his students with all his might.
He had voluntarily come to the extreme north near the edge of the world to guard the Stone of Destiny. He had been repenting in this bare and unknown chapel, always listening to the will of God.
“Inform His Holiness that everything is God’s will.”
The middle-aged man bowed again and slowly left the prayer room.
The old man resumed his praying posture, but there was a hint of compassion in his expression.
The sound of the bell had not yet reached the Holy City when the first question was asked.
If a revelation was passed down with the authority of the church, then the revelation did not come from the Pope himself.
It was god.
……
There was no formal dinner for Fiona’s birthday. Because of the long lives of the experts, they usually didn’t celebrate their birthdays, and Anvis’ gift-giving was only a private gesture.
When Anvis returned to Moonset Castle, Fiona was in her own room. Softly curled up on her pink bed, reading a huge book.
She was dressed in a comfortable white chiffon dress that revealed her fair collarbones slightly. Her soft golden hair hung loosely on her shoulders and shone with a pale fluorescent light. Her temperament was as pure and flawless as crystal.
However, judging from her pouting lips, the little princess was not satisfied with this arrangement.
Fiona’s personal maidservant, Annie, accompanied her as she read. This was a mission given to her by Butler Leonard.
She was a half-elf with pale green eyes. She was tall and well-proportioned, and her long, silky black hair fell over her shoulders. She was about the same age as Erica, Anvis’s personal maid.
Due to Anvis’ ‘diligence, the duke felt that he should occasionally urge Fiona to study hard. After all, she was no longer young, so this scene happened.
Knock, knock!
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
Annie rose gently, bowed slightly to Fiona, and hurriedly left the room, returning a moment later.
“Miss, Young Master Anvis is looking for you.”
“Brother? Please come in.”
The girl spoke in a surprised tone, as if she had suddenly found her savior. She glanced at the book in front of her out of the corner of her eye, and her small nose wrinkled imperceptibly. She quickly closed it and placed it aside, her movements elegant and practiced.
— She didn’t like books with pages full of words.
