Chapter Forty-Six: The Tower of Truth

This is the world of books.

It's not just a rhetoric – everything you see in this tower is either a book or a shelf.

The kind of rectangular bookshelves that humans use, regular tetrahedral bookshelves that float in the air, bookshelves that spiral up...... It is a bookshelf that is completely beyond the limits of human common sense and aesthetics.

Actually, that's true. This is because this is not a bookshelf that humans can use, but a bookshelf that has been handed down since when elves and dragons were still active in the world, and mages were the mainstream among spellcasters.

It is not a container for books, but a carrier for knowledge, something more essential.

The crystal ornaments hanging from the ceiling are actually some kind of mineral used by the elves to record history; The seemingly mundane long tables and ladders used to climb to high heights are actually books that have been altered in shape. In addition, this includes but is not limited to table decorations, drinking glasses, utensils for eating, and beds for sleeping...... All of these things are formed by deformed bookshelves and books.

If outsiders entered, this closed space without any beacons would surely make them lose themselves.

Not to mention the fact that there are not even beacons, not to mention the shelves that are not even slowly moving and repositioning.

However, in this chaotic space, which seems to have no order, a deeper order permeates all chaos.

It was a black rune that rotated very slowly and in some way on the ground, walls, and ceiling.

It wasn't Elcat's ancient rune, nor was it the astral language used by the priest.

It was developed by the wizards themselves based on the runes on the wall of Aum, and was dedicated to defining the world and describing the world at the level of laws; A true creation created by wizards, not inherited from mages.

If you delve deep enough into the secret language of the White Tower, you can easily see through the true meaning of those lines.

Although it looks like decoration or protection, it doesn't actually form any barriers, and its only function is to guide others, like a pamphlet handed out by a guide.

In this tower, which is constantly running on its own and circulating, the things that reveal the location of the book you want to find at the moment must also be in continuous motion.

The so-called "truth is constantly changing, and the means of pursuing it must also be constantly changing" - this is the core idea of the White Tower Wizards, which is diametrically opposed to the idea that "truth is eternal and unchanging" maintained by alchemists.

One of them explores the unknown future, while the other learns from the glorious past. Arguably, this is the initial and biggest divergence between the two schools of sorcerer and alchemist.

But just as alchemists often invent new things, wizards don't abandon history, although they don't think it's okay to be nostalgic for the past.

This is the Tower of Truth. The original White Tower, the recorder of Vientiane.

The Tower of Truth in the South, the Winter Fruit Society in the North - after the complete collapse of the Accasia Records, these are two of the most complete databases in the world.

Unlike the Winter Fruit Society, which focuses on collecting secrets and chronicling true history, the Tower of Truth, as its name suggests, holds all that is knowledge.

From the birth of wizards to the present day, all the experimental records and results reports of wizards inside the White Tower are stored here. In addition, there are also the research results of scholars in various fields, legends collected from the outside world, and even the public or semi-public experimental reports of alchemists.

After the advent of the White Tower Cipher indexing system sixty years ago, few shamans continued to study and memorize the vast amount of knowledge that could not be learned for decades, instead devoting precious time to experimentation and innovation, and using this query system to save a lot of time.

However, none of these wizards was Anros.

In a corner of the White Tower, the void suddenly collapsed, flickering with electric light and blurring. As if it had pierced through a soap bubble, when the space that had collapsed to the limit suddenly bounced back and trembled slightly in the air, An Ruosi, dressed in cardinal's robes, stepped out of it.

After he appeared, the space seemed to light up, and the space opened up slightly like water ripples. Seeing this scene, the wizards around who were standing or sitting with books in their hands immediately put away the scrolls in their hands and bowed slightly to An Ruosi respectfully.

"Your Excellency Ann Ruosi."

"No need to be polite."

Even though he was almost the youngest in this group of wizards, An Ruosi didn't show any nervousness, just shook his hand casually: "I still have something to do, I'll leave in a while-where is Mr. Merlin?" ”

"This ......"

"In the Nev district, seventy-three vertical and twenty columns, thirteen to fifteen horizontal neighborhoods."

In the embarrassing situation of those wizards, who were dazed or smiling bitterly, a purple-robed wizard who hurried here with a thick book in his hand immediately responded: "I saw him looking for a book there when I was looking for "The Difference Between Half-Dragon and Dragon-like and Wurm" before. It should be too late for you to go over now. ”

"Thanks, Mr. Patch."

An Ruosi nodded gratefully to him. I didn't see An Ruosi chanting or casting spells, a distorted and collapsed space appeared out of thin air in front of him, and An Ruosi stepped directly into it without hesitation. After he took a step, his surroundings had changed dramatically. Surrounded by spectacular scenery that should not be in the world of Faense.

If there is one word to describe it, it can only be described as "galaxy".

It was the so-called stars—the world that had been destroyed for nearly two thousand years, before the birth of Faenns. Even though the word star now generally refers to the points of light left behind by the kingdom of false gods who are far away from each other after penetrating the walls of Aum, the word has actually been born for a long, long time.

In the whole of Faense, this is the only place where you can see the stars in their true form.

But alas, these stars are still fake, in fact they are still bookshelves.

Every star is a book. If you don't know anything about astrological sorcery, you will almost certainly get lost in this space. Therefore, even if he is a great wizard, he will not casually enter the Nev district to look for books.

An Ruosi looked around, and immediately saw a white-haired old man who was very much in line with the image of "old wizard" in people's hearts. He flipped a thin book in his hand, and a thick slate was tucked between the crook of his left arm.

It was Merlin the Secret Keeper. The caretaker of the Tower of Truth.

"Teacher, what are you looking for?" An Ruosi asked curiously.

"Oh, Anros, you're back...... I'm looking for information about the Seven Saints of Elcut. That's what I called you back for, and if I don't find it, you'll have to go to the Winter Fruit Club and ask. ”

When the Grand Wizard Merlin heard Anros's voice, he turned his head and replied in an old, gentle voice, "If all goes well, we may be able to find the remains of the legendary Akasha Records." ”

At this moment, an eye-like rune on Merlin's forehead was flashing with a strange light. (To be continued.) )