Drawing the outside world's attention onto the Circle of Truth was a consequence Anvis had considered carefully.
After all, a few more lice did not make one itch. For an organization that was constantly causing trouble and taking the blame, carrying one more black mark would not change the situation much.
It was not just Anvis. When the Circle of Truth had first become known, there had even been bold Gray Forces committing crimes under its name.
If something happened somewhere and you did not know who had done it, then it had to be the Circle of Truth.
Only after Anvis dealt with several audacious impostors did this phenomenon begin to diminish.
At that moment, Anvis's main body in Moonrise Fortress was looking at a page near the end of the Old Days Secret Scripture, one depicting a lifelike Stone Sword, and found it rather novel.
It was his first time sealing an Epic Artifact. Unlike sealing ordinary objects, the feeling of the King Selection Sword being sealed by the Old Days Secret Scripture was extremely unusual.
Through his thoughts, Anvis could clearly sense a faint yet uniquely natured power continuously flowing out from the Old Days Secret Scripture.
More precisely, it was pouring from the page that sealed the King Selection Sword.
If the power feedback gained from absorbing those Beyond Ninth Rank aberrant beings felt like the cold waters of a lake veiled in mist on a summer night, then the power radiated by the King Selection Sword was like a ray of warm sunlight on a winter morning.
Absorbing that power produced a strange sense of comfort and satisfaction in his mind.
This little accident was somewhat beyond his expectations, because the source of that power could only be the King Selection Sword itself. For the