In the final analysis, it was just to consolidate the spiritual power, and it didn't take much time, just meditating in the mage tower for a few days, Monia completely gained a foothold in front of the threshold of the intermediate level, and became a mid-level mage who had not yet mastered a mid-level spell. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In order to change this embarrassing situation, the mage had to give up a full day of meditation and go to the Ancient Tree of Knowledge to fill in the gaps in his knowledge. She had asked Lahuana about where the Ancient Tree of Knowledge was, but this was a big secret among mages, and the female knight was naturally powerless. In the end, I asked Fana and Liel to make a move, and knocked on the side of the elven archmage, and finally figured out the specific location.

In fact, it would be a convenient way for Monia to go to the Mage Tower to ask herself, but if she could, she would not go to the Elven Archmage's White Tower to ask for her own hardships - she was very indignant about Moya's way of getting along with her, but due to the difference in strength and status between the two sides, she could only stay away.

The War Tree and the Knowledge Tree are the two most prestigious types of Ancient Trees in the Elven Empire during the First Age, among which the War Ancient Tree is a real war machine, and in the early and middle stages of the Age of Chaos, a single War Ancient Tree is enough to turn the tide of battle. Just imagine, how shocking and terrifying it is for a towering tree tens of meters high to rise from the ground? The terrifying sense of oppression alone was enough to crush the ace armies of various countries, not to mention that its combat power was directly after the archmage, treating the superior professional as if it were nothing.

The Ancient Tree of Knowledge is not so powerful and domineering in comparison, but the meaning of its existence is more important in comparison. It is the inheritor and guardian of the elven civilization, and it is a complete set of perfect defense systems, guarding the essence of the entire elven civilization. In this defense system, even if it is a strong person at the level of an archmage, don't want to take advantage of it here. As for the legend...... That's another level of existence, completely out of the scope of discussion.

The address given by Fana and Liel is to the southeast of the Elven Forest, which is close to the endless ocean, and there are no human beings, so the probability of leaks is the lowest. In Monia's opinion, this is also the back road of the elves. If the battle for restoration is lost, a small group of people will take the Ancient Tree of Knowledge overseas - although in the world of Aarens, overseas is basically equivalent to outside the world, there are islands, but there are not many, not large, even for a sparsely populated race like the elves, it is not a worthy place to live.

Only dragons with the ability to fly and can travel to and from the mainland at any time, and have low requirements for the living environment, will be under the constraints of the dragon covenant, succumbing to the overseas islands with few stars, and will not interfere in the affairs of the mainland. However, Monia knew that the covenant that the old gods forced the dragons to sign would inevitably lose their binding force on the dragons after the two gods broke and the decisive battle began, and the dragons who had been trapped on the isolated island would return to the mainland.

Although the dragons and elves are both the darlings of the Creator, there is little friendship between the two sides. Add to that the dragon's anger accumulated over a long and near-captive life on an isolated island, and there is always someone to bear. The Elven Forest, which is on the verge of an endless ocean, may inevitably fight with these proud big guys.

It may seem pointless, but know that after the return of the dragon, the entire continent was littered with dragon wings that symbolized death. They are destroyers, and even more so, destroyers, pouring out their anger for no reason, slaughtering living beings for no reason, cities in ruins, civilization in ashes, and no one living under the dragon flames.

These are still too far away, at least in the future a hundred years from now, even if there is a plot from a previous life as a reference, it is not certain whether it will really happen. Instead of thinking about things that don't take a long time to see the shadow, it's better to think about something more realistic, such as ......

"Hey, don't you really have anyone to go with me?"

"Sorry, I have a mission to go out today." Lavana replied with some trouble.

"Tutor Moya, study." Fana said as briefly as she could, and Liel jumped up and down on one side as if she wanted to express something, but when her sister didn't speak, all her sister who hadn't finished learning elven writing could do was to jump up and down with gestures, and then be pulled away by her sister.

There's one more person left.

Looking at the empty house, Monia was a little lonely. During this time in the Elven Forest, Fana and Lil had to go to the Mage Tower every day to practice, and Lahana also had tasks all year round, and she was the only one who was usually more idle, and she could only have a little fun among the elven apprentices.

It's kind of a joy in the bitterness.

With this in mind, the mage left the treehouse and set out on the path to the Ancient Tree of Knowledge.

―――――――――――― forced to be helpless to divide the line――――――――――――

Esvetta looked at the book in her hand very attentively, this was the script written by the elven king Oros during the First Age. It tells the story of the love-hate entanglement between Tlos, an artist who lives in poverty, and Elena, an aristocratic girl. Olos's writing is beautiful and poetic like a song, the plot is unstoppable, and the portrayal of the characters is very detailed, whether it is Tlos, who is very artistic but has a decadent life, or Elena, who is naïve and casual in pursuit of romance, they are all vivid on the page, and the more you read it, the more you indulge in it.

"Sure enough, Olos is the greatest artist of the First Age." Closing the book, Esvetta hugged it into her arms with satisfaction, "His words have a magical charm, so that every elf seems to be able to see that glorious era from his works, and can bring it into itself and enjoy a vigorous love." ”

"Although it is a tragedy," Eswetta's high-pitched mood suddenly sank, and the girl who thought of the final ending of this story couldn't help but sobbed in a low voice, "Obviously Eleona loves Tros so much, even giving up her family for him, giving up the Jinxiu life at her fingertips, but why would he fall in love with other girls?" What's so good about a freckled human who does singing and dancing? Why could he give up Elena for her, obviously he has his children! ”

Tears flowed down Esbella's eyes, down her cheeks, and on the ground - this was not the first time she had read this book, but the reason why a classic is a classic is to express a certain emotion common to intelligent beings, which will not fade with the passage of time, and every time you read it, it is a kind of revisit, that is, once again, you are moved.

As one of the rotating guardians of the Ancient Tree of Knowledge, Esveta spends a lot of time reading every day, and unlike most mages, she most often holds in the palm of her hand not the codexes left by the archmages of the Elven Empire, but the works of several artists who have long since disappeared in time. Through these treasures, she can feel the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the characters in them, the struggles and roars of each character for their own fate, and the unforgettable helplessness of their final submission to fate.

"Bell Bell Bell ......"

Normally, this pendulum clock will only strike the time three times a day, once in the morning to remind her to get up and start the day's work, and once to remind her that it is time to get off work and close the external passage of the ancient tree. The first bell rang when she began reading Olos's "Elena". Now she hadn't even read a third of it, and she couldn't have thought about it, so ...... Is it already noon?

"Time flies," she sighed, and Esvetta reopened the book in her hand. It was self-evident to her that eating or reading was more important – one was just the basic activities necessary to maintain her body, and the other was her spiritual food. She could skip meals and sleep, but she couldn't stand the days without books.

That's why I chose to be a rotating custodian at the Ancient Tree of Knowledge - there's nothing better for a bookworm than a large library with an endless collection of books. Many of them may be mage's codex, but for any elf, the pursuit of art is deep in the marrow, and there are enough poetry and novels in the collection here that will last her life.

"Is anyone there?"

Just as she stretched lazily and narrowed her slightly tired eyes to continue reading, a voice rang out, reaching her ears through the hollow trunk. She couldn't help but lose her mind - the Ancient Tree of Knowledge was located in a remote corner away from the City of Hope, and most of the mages in the Association were promoted by exchanging points for their favorite spells in the Association, and there were not many mages who came to borrow them, and the rotating administrator of the Tree of Knowledge was a quiet job, despite his name.

However, listening to the sound seems to be a small child?

"This is the Ancient Tree of Knowledge, I shouldn't be wrong?"

The voice was talking to itself, and it was clearly a child's voice that hadn't changed its voice yet. But even the voice of the child can't be a reason for her to be passive and slacking off, she must do this job well, do it with her heart, in case she is accidentally reported once, she will cry to death if she loses this job.

――It's the only place where there are so many good books!

Thinking so, she opened the external passage of the Ancient Tree of Knowledge, hurried in the direction of the visitor, and after leaving the library area, after passing a few intersections, she saw the small figure in front of her. It wasn't a good thing to keep the other person waiting, so she quickened her pace, almost trotting closer to the inconspicuous visitor.

But the development of the world is always not as expected, she trotted all the way, maybe because the floor was a little slippery, maybe because she stayed up late to read novels and her mental state was not very good, she accidentally did not stabilize her body, and fell to the ground inexplicably, and what was even more embarrassing was that her face hit the ground first.

This was not the end of the doom, the most heart-wrenching situation followed suit, as Olos's famous book "Elena", which was held in the arms of a huge inertia, came out of his hands and rolled and tumbled on the ground...... And she could only helplessly watch it hurt on the ground, away from her, and stretched out her hand in vain, but could not catch anything.

That feeling is the same as the feeling of a mother desperately watching her child fall into the abyss, and no matter what happens, she can't save it.

"Woo ......"

Seeing her love of books suffer this catastrophe, her tears could not stop gushing out, until it was exhausted and stayed at the feet of the visitor, she parted her spirit, looking at the embarrassed appearance of "Elena", and at the end of the novel, the aristocratic girl who had lost everything hid in the corner with her child and cried silently.

No, there are differences.

Also scarred, Elena was forgotten in the corner by everyone, and she and her children would only be buried in the dark, with no light in sight. However, "Elena" is different, a slender white hand picks it up from the ground, although it is not gentle at all, but it is a helping hand after all.

No, that's not the hand, that's the hope.

Esveta, who finally saw the first ray of enlightenment after despair, couldn't help but hide her face with tears, and the little figure in the hazy eyes approached her, crouched down to look at her, and then helped her up.

"I said, what the hell is wrong with you, crying like this for a book?"

It's not crying, it's moving.

Esveta wanted to reply, but for a moment she could only make a "whine" sound.

"Really, why do you cry more and more?"

"Woo!" (Not really!) ）

ps: Take advantage of the internship to be a little more pre-internship, internship on the 10th, go out at six in the morning and come back at seven in the evening, so update or something, far away......

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