The overlapping rings were the actual body of the mysterious object, and after his intense work over this period, it was nearing completion.
After spending several Magic Times and guided by high-rank spiritual power, Anvis finally engraved the last tiny rune inside the connecting component.
Carefully inspecting this date pit-sized component for the last time and confirming there were no issues, Anvis installed it between the sixth and seventh rings at the core of the circle.
Despite its small size, it required the stereo imprinting of tens of thousands of different runes and intricate magic circuits.
Without having achieved high-rank spiritual power and merely relying on the top-tier alchemy platform’s built-in imprinting assistance, manufacturing just this component alone would have taken several days, not to mention the more complex seven-layered ring structure.
Stretching lazily, Anvis lifted the ring with his spiritual power and tried activating its effect.
Suddenly, the dark gold seven-layered rings began to rotate at varying speeds; the fine runes on their surface lit up on their own, emitting a faint purple glow.
Above the ring, a hole about the size of half a fist suddenly appeared, showing the scenery of the Dream World, and a faint aroma of the dream realm wafted out from the hole.
Connection successful.
After deactivating the ring’s effect, Anvis packed it away and then left the laboratory to report to the Duke once more about his second prophecy occurrence.
Duke Carrot took this very seriously, but when he brought it up again to the other Ninth Ranks, they didn’t pay much attention and thought he was making a big deal out of nothing.
The Prophet making the same prediction again just proves that their plan to lure the enemy had worked. The enemy hadn’t noticed and was preparing to launch a sneak attack just as they had planned.
As for the second interpretation of the prophecy, that they might not be able to ensure Fiona’s safety, many among the Ninth Ranks thought the probability of that was almost zero.
For this operation, besides Duke Carrot maintaining his original schedule to deceive the enemy, two major families mobilized four Ninth Ranks, including two at the Ninth Rank Limit.
Even if a Ninth Rank Limit Professional were to attack, being trapped between two of the same rank would hardly end well for them.
However, as a precaution, Orbins’ Ninth Rank also brought one of the family’s heritages as the final assurance.
After explaining to Anvis that his current situation was very safe, Duke Carrot reassured his exceptionally talented younger son, and then ended the communication.
Staring silently at the dimming crystal ball, though Anvis still had doubts, he had to admit that the Duke was right.
As the Duke had said, if something were to happen under the protection of multiple Ninth Ranks, then perhaps no place would be safe anymore.
However, even with the Duke’s firm assurance that there would be no danger, Anvis began preparing for the worst-case situation, such as the family’s protection being breached by the enemy.
After one last check of the laboratory, Anvis reviewed to see if there were any lingering tasks needing attention.
The core tower spirit Pomiya of Floating City had been taken down by him and replaced with silver.
Simultaneously, the bloodline-like substance he cultivated in the laboratory previously used to activate Fidels’ Ring was also nearly fully developed.
Subsequently, only some specific processing steps are needed to synthesize an effective bloodline, which would activate information related to the treasures of the Ancient Magic Empire.
Having packed up the nearly finished bloodline sample, Anvis checked the laboratory once more, gathered several other movable specimens, and then erased some previous experimental records.
Having settled everything, Anvis left the laboratory, hopped on a Floating Disc, and aimlessly wandered around the academy.
At the moment, the long night had just ended, and the time was six in the morning, with the rising sun just starting to peak out.
Under the gleam of the dawn’s pale golden light, students wearing uniforms adorned with castle emblems quickly flew past him in pairs and groups.
Like birds, they flitted through this ancient academy with a long-standing history, disappearing into the shadows cast by the towering Magic Towers.
Gazing at the distant Tower Restaurant, glittering in a platinum radiance under the sun, Anvis slowly flew over, planning to enjoy a long-missed breakfast.
Originally, he had anticipated that it would be at least another ten years before he could leave Pamir Academy, undergo his coming of age ceremony, and receive his own piece of land.
During this period, the multiple secretive research projects he had arranged on his island would also bear their first fruits.
And Orbins would become a student of the Magic Councilman, with his strength grown enough to conduct more valuable research.
This unexpected event disrupted his previous plans.
The reason being, things were pushed forward too quickly.
In his past life at this point in time, the Prophecy had not yet appeared, and the Resistance Army was just starting to make trouble, with at least another twenty to thirty years until his brother Remont would be defeated and captured.
In this life, due to his intervention, the timing of the prophecy unexpectedly moved up significantly, and the Resistance Army, due to their collusion with external enemies, were exposed earlier and suppressed by the Empire’s high officials, not daring to cause trouble, thus temporarily extending the current stable situation.
However, everything has two sides.
Although a crisis is imminent, this event also presented him with a special opportunity.
An opportunity that vanished from everyone’s sight—
It was a bit risky, but Anvis decided to give it a try.
"Hi! Long time no see, Lord Anvis!"
Hearing this familiar voice, Anvis already knew the identity of the newcomer before he turned around.
"Long time no see, Lord Harvey."
Behind him, on a double floating disc, Harvey embraced a winged race girl with a face full of shyness, waving at Anvis from afar.
Pamir Academy does not only allow humans to enroll; occasionally, some rare alien races settled within the Empire also become students.
For example, the winged girl in front of him, a race similar in appearance to humans but naturally born with a pair of wings.
At this point, Harvey whispered something to the girl, who shyly nodded at him, then quickly flapped her wings as if to escape.
"This is a new acquaintance of mine, a charming bird. Although she is shy, she is very obedient and holding her feels as light and thrilling as holding a real bird."
Controlling the floating disc, Harvey flew over with a lingering look of contentment.
"How about you, dear Lord Anvis, your life must have been quite enriching lately, hasn’t it?"
"Before this, I was conducting a Magic experiment and hadn’t left the laboratory for a long time. So, has there been any interesting news at the academy recently?"