Reborn Dragon Vein Warlock, Genius Beauty Mage

The living area on the second floor of this mage tower can accommodate the activities of at least a hundred people. Christine's own high-level mage tower is not worth mentioning in comparison.

However, it is still no match for the passage of time, and all items have either decayed or lost their function. But what’s surprising is that because of the magic circle in the warehouse, the food inside is the same as when it was just put in, but Kristen doesn’t dare to try these things that were made many years ago.

The arcane garden on the third floor is very large, but the plants inside have long since turned into soil due to lack of care.

The only thing that surprised Kristen was that not only could she enter the library on the fourth floor, but there were also many books of all kinds in it. Due to the protection of magic, these books from the ancient Netheril Magic Empire can still be read normally, which makes her feel like a treasure.

After a brief inspection, these books were all very elementary. It was obvious that the owner of the Mage Tower took the important ones with him when he left. But this elementary level is only compared to the arcane masters of the Netheril Magic Empire. Now it is something even legends would envy, and its value is immeasurable.

Resisting the desire to sit down and read through, Kristen continued to explore upwards.

There are ten laboratories on the fifth floor, and the equipment in each laboratory is no worse than what is now equipped in the high-level mage tower. However, these are still left by the master of the mage tower, which shows that they do not like them.

The high-end laboratories on the sixth floor are all empty. It seems that all the high-end equipment has been taken away.

There are thirty-six rooms in the seventh-floor mage living area. This is enough to prove that there were really so many mages during the ancient Netheril Magic Empire.

The room had a window. Kristen looked out and was immediately shocked. Because there is a grassland outside, and in the distance is an endless forest. The window can be opened, and she can even feel the plant-scented breeze blowing in her face, but she cannot get out through the window because of the invisible force field.

Thirty-six rooms were distributed in a circle, each with windows. She looked at them one by one and found that the mage tower was built on a hill. There was a small town and a lake not far away, and the rest were forests. .

Kristine was not sure whether she actually walked through the secret door and arrived at this mage tower across thousands of miles. After all, this mage tower and town could not be built on Roskilde Island, or even Probably in the Principality of Wende, because the forests are full of tropical plants and the Principality of Wende is in the cold zone. Maybe all this is an advanced illusion, after all, she can only see and feel it but not touch it.

Continuing to go up, the eighth floor is the residence of the master of the mage tower.

When Christine reached out to push the door open, the door opened first, scaring her and taking a few steps back.

The person who opened the door was a female high elf wearing armor. She had long silver-white hair and a delicate face that was more beautiful than the current elf. She didn't look very old.

I found a picture online, give it a try.

This shocked Christine extremely. Let’s not mention whether there should be anyone in this ruins, but the problem is that the high elves have been extinct for tens of millions of years.

Today's elves claim to be descendants of high elves, which is understandable. After all, high elves were very powerful even during the ancient Netheril Magic Empire. Who wouldn't want to find an awesome ancestor in this blood-only world?

But even if there are high elves that have survived in such a long time, they cannot be like this. Most of them are in the form of lich or soul.

"Don't be afraid, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The high elf said. She spoke the ancient Netherese magic language, which Christine could understand.

"Wait for me? How long?" Kristen was completely confused.

"Come in, I will tell you in detail." The high elf said.

Since the other party said so, just listen, so Christine put away her sword and followed the other party in.

The room is not only clean and tidy with all the facilities, but also exudes a light floral fragrance.

"Please take a seat." The high elf waved his hand, and an invisible servant served tea.

"Thank you." Christine didn't dare to drink this tea. Who knows how long ago this thing was.

"Introduce yourself, my name is Galadriel." The high elf said.

"Galadriel?" Christine was frightened, because the queen of the high elves is called Galadriel. If she were the queen, she might not be able to survive until now.

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

Kristen nodded in understanding. But it is impossible for the high elves to give their descendants the same name as Queen Galadriel. There must be a reason for this.

Galadriel continued: "This is the mage tower of my father Karn."

"Kahn?" Kristen was confused. This didn't sound like the name of a high elf.

"My father Karn is not a high elf. He is a golem, a planeswalker from other planes. You can understand it as a planeswalker. And I am not a high elf either. I am a construct made by him. According to him, he came up with the idea after meeting the High Elf Queen, so he gave me this name."

It's not surprising that a golem became a planeswalker. After all, there are so many strange things in the multiverse. It is not surprising that Galadriel is the same as the real high elves. After all, it is said that the race of djinn is an artifact created by the ancient Netheril Magic Empire. However, Christine's doubts were also solved. The construct is quite a magic-driven robot, so it is not surprising that it can survive to this day.

Then Christine asked: "I would like to take the liberty of asking, have you stayed here for so many years? Have you never thought about going out?"

"I have been staying here. My father told me when he left that the right person for me will come here in the future, so I said I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Am I the first one here?"

"Yes."

"How do you know the person you are waiting for is me?"

"Because you were the first one here."

"Okay, let me change the question. Isn't your father afraid that the first person who finds this place will be a bad person?"

"Are you a bad person?" Galadriel asked.

"Of course I'm not, but what if I'm not the first person here?" Christine said.

"Father said the first person who comes in here is the one I want to wait for."

"Okay, I won't ask this question. Aren't you bored staying here by yourself?" Kristen has surrendered. She feels stupid. Why do you want to persuade the construct?

"It's not boring. You should have noticed what it looks like outside just now. In fact, this mage tower is built in a demiplane. I can usually go out and play with the little animals."

Kristen was even more shocked now.

(Setting of this book) Each plane can be simply understood as various planets in the void, but with different environments and rules. Demiplanes can be understood as floating islands of different sizes in the void.

The value of a demiplane is immeasurable. Having a demiplane is equivalent to having a permanent and stable rear for any person or family. As long as there is energy in the demiplane, crops can be cultivated and raised. According to Galadriel, the area of ​​​​this demiplane is equivalent to a barony, and it can easily feed tens of thousands of people. The family's wealth can be stored here, the citizens can be educated and soldiers can be trained here, and it can even be a refuge for the family in the event of a disaster.

As long as people in the demiplane don't open the passage, people outside can't get in, and the demiplane floats in the endless void. Even a true god would have a hard time finding it. Demiplanes have been destroyed in history. All due to bad luck and natural disasters.