Chapter 58: The Laboratory of Ruins (2)

The living quarters on the second floor of this Mage Tower can accommodate at least a hundred people, and Christine's own Advanced Mage Tower is nothing compared to it.

However, it is still no match for the passage of time, and all the items have either decayed or lost their usefulness. Surprisingly, there's still food in the storehouse because of the magic circle, but Christine doesn't dare to taste it because she doesn't know how many years it's been there.

The Arcane Garden on the third level was very large, but the plants inside had long since turned to dirt because no one had taken care of them.

The only thing that surprised Christine was that not only could she enter the library on the fourth level, but there were also quite a few books of various types inside. Thanks to the protection of magic, these books from the ancient magic realm of Nethriel could still be read normally, which made her appreciate them.

After a quick glance, she realized that the books were all very elementary, and it was obvious that the owner of the Mage Tower had taken the most important ones with him when he left. But this elementary level was only relative to the arcane practitioners of the Nesheril Magic Empire. Even if it were set in the present, it would make legendary people jealous, and its value is immeasurable.

Resisting the urge to sit down and leaf through the books, Christine continued to explore upwards.

There were ten laboratories on the fifth floor, and the equipment in each of them was no worse than that in the current High Mage Tower. But they were left behind by the owner of the High Mage Tower, which shows that they were not considered good enough.

The advanced laboratories on the sixth floor are all empty, as if all the high-end equipment has been taken away.

There are 36 rooms in the mage's living quarters on the seventh floor, which is enough to confirm that there really were a lot of mages in the ancient Gnothereal Empire.

The room had a window, and Christine looked out and was immediately shocked. Outside was a meadow, and in the distance an endless forest. The window could be opened, and she could even feel the breeze blowing in with the scent of the plants, but because of the invisible force field, she could not go out through the window.

The 36 rooms were arranged in a circle, each with a window. As she looked at them one by one, she realized that the Mage Tower was built on a hill, not far from a small town and a lake, with the rest being forest.

Christine was not sure if she had really traveled thousands of miles to the Mage Tower after entering the secret door. After all, the Mage Tower and the town could not have been built on Roskilde Island, nor in the Wind Realm, since the forest was full of tropical plants and the Wind Realm was in the frigid zone. Perhaps it was all an advanced illusion, after all, she could only see and feel, but not touch.

Further up, the eighth floor was the residence of the owner of the Mage Tower.

When Christine reached out to push the door, it opened by itself and she took a few steps back in shock.

The door was opened by a female high elf in armor, with long silver-white hair and a delicate face that was more beautiful than the current elves, and she didn't look very old.

Here's a picture I found online, take a look.

This was very shocking for Christine. Not to mention whether there should be anyone in this ruin, the problem was that the high elves had been extinct for tens of millions of years.

The current elves call themselves descendants of the high elves, which is understandable. After all, even in the ancient Gnysriel Empire of Magic, the high elves were very powerful. In a world where bloodline is everything, who wouldn't want to find a powerful ancestor?

But even if there really were high elves left from so long ago, they could not possibly look like this. Most likely, they are either liches or in spirit form.

"Don't be afraid, I've been waiting for you for a long time," the high elf said, speaking in the ancient gnome language that Christine happened to understand.

"Waiting for me? For a long time?" Christine was completely confused.

"Come in, I'll explain everything," the high elf said.

Since the other had said so, Christine would listen. She put down her sword and followed the other party inside.

The room was not only clean and tidy with all sorts of facilities, but it also had a faint floral scent.

"Please be seated," the high elf waved his hand, and invisible servants brought refreshments.

"Thank you," Christine did not dare to drink this tea, who knew how long it had been.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Galadriel," the high elf said.

"Galadriel?" Christine was shocked, because the queen of the high elves was also called Galadriel, and if it was the queen, she might not be alive today.

"It's the same name," Galadriel explained.

Christine nodded to indicate that she understood. But there must be a reason why the High Elf could not possibly give her descendants the same name as Queen Galadriel.

Galadriel continued, "This is my father Kahn's Wizard Tower."

"Kahn?" Christine was confused. That didn't sound like an elven name.

"My father Kahn is not an elf. He is a Golem, a Pernoct from another dimension. You can imagine him as a traveling wizard. And I am not an elf either. He created me as a construct. According to him, the idea came to him after he met the High Elf Queen, so he gave me that name.

It is not surprising that a golem has become a traveling wizard. After all, there are many strange things in the multiverse. Galadriel is no stranger than a true High Elf. After all, it is said that the race of the Lamp Gods were created as artificial beings by the ancient Nethereal Empire of Magic. But even Christine's doubts were dispelled. A Construct is quite a magically powered robot, so it is not surprising that it has survived until now.

Christine then asked, "I ask this out of respect, but have you been here all these years? Have you never wanted to leave?"

"I have been here all the time. My father told me when he left that someone suitable for me would come here in the future, so I said I've been waiting for you for a long time.

"I'm the first one to come here?"

"Yes."

"How did you know the person you were waiting for was me?"

"Because you were the first one to come here."

"Okay, let me ask you another question. Wasn't your father afraid that the first person to find this place would be a bad person?"

"Are you a bad person?" Galadriel asked in return.

"Of course I am not, but what if the first person to come here wasn't me?" Christian said.

"Father said the first person to come here would be the person I've been waiting for."

"Okay, I won't ask that question. Don't you get bored being here alone?" Christine had already given up. She felt stupid, where had she gotten the idea to convince the construct?

"Not really. You should have noticed what it's like outside. In fact, this Mage Tower is built in a half-plane. Normally I can go outside and play with the little animals."

Christine was even more shocked at this moment.

(The setting of this book) Each plane can simply be understood as a planet in the void, except that it has different environments and rules. A half-plane can be thought of as a floating island of various sizes in the void.

The value of a hemisphere is immeasurable. For any person or family, having a half-plane is like having a permanent and stable back. As long as there is energy, a half-plane can be used for farming and breeding. According to Galadrill, the area of a half-plane is equivalent to the territory of a baron, and it can easily support tens of thousands of people. The family's wealth can be stored here, and the family's subjects and soldiers can be trained here. Even in the event of a disaster, it can be used as a family refuge.

As long as the people in the half-plane don't open the passage, no one from outside can enter. And the half-plane floats in the endless void, so even if a true god wanted to find it, it would be difficult. In the past, all the destructions of the other side were caused by bad luck and natural disasters.