Chapitre 644: Tsundere Elf?

Reima slowly walks around the treasury, storing everything, from paintings to magical artifacts, to gold. He could tell Ge'els was irritated as the casualness that he did it with but what was he going to do? Call Eredin for help after he'd basically allied with them? Yeah, no.

The amount of gold stored was around half of what Anor Londo had, maybe it's because Lordran simply had more gold, or maybe it's because Aen Elle are terrible at mining for it... Either way, he wasn't going to be running out any time soon.

Reima "Shall we move onto the Library then?" he asks Ge'els who's brow is still twitching at him.

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Ge'els "...Yes..." he says, beginning to walk out of the vault, only to be stopped by Reima.

Reima "Uh, I don't really fancy walking out of here..." he says, grabbing Ge'els and Ciri before teleporting them back to the palace. He felt himself pass through some sort of spacial field but it wasn't enough to prevent his teleportation.

The trio arrive, Ge'els almost tripping over his own feet at suddenly being teleported, the other two walking casually as if they did this all the time... Which they did.

Ge'els "I must say... I think I prefer the Navigators portals to your own way of travel."

Ciri shrugs, "You get used to it."

Ge'els then leads them towers a large tower, runes decorating not only the door, but the walls as well. "You may want to stay back, the room prevents any non-Aen Elle from entering... While your blood might suffice I doubt it's pure enough anymore." he says, cutting his palm yet again and swiping across a few symbols... He then mutters a few words which cause two ward stones nearby to disintegrate, causing the other glowing runes to flicker and dim.

Ge'els "Without the places of power to sustain this structure, the defences will no longer be of use." he says, finally pushing the door open.

Reima and Ciri follow him in, immediately glancing around at the numerous books, tomes and inscribed stones strewn around the place.

Ge'els "This is the llamas tor y darganfod morc, in your simple tongue it would translate roughly to tower of tomes... I'd rather you refer to them as Archives however... They deserve at least that amount of respect." he says, glancing around with familiarity.

Reima shrugs, "As long as I can tell you to go fuck yourself, I think our current language is fine." he says sarcastically, walking to the nearest bok shelf and opening a book. "Wait... It's all in Elvish!" he exclaims, angry he hadn't thought about this until now.

Ge'els "Of course they are... You didn't think we'd inscribe our history, knowledge, technology, and magic with human literature did you?" he asks as if Reima were stupid.

Ciri sighs, "I've had enough trying to comprehend elven translations... Good thing we have a few thousand Aen Elle who we could hire to transcribe these..."

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Ge'els "Indeed you do... If you are going to take knowledge from here, then take it all... It wouldn't be of any use buried under ice and snow." he says, walking upstairs with his hands behind his back.

Reima shrugs, "Er, I wasn't looking for permission, that's exactly what I was about to do." he says, storing a whole bookshelf before moving onto the next.

Ciri "Is our current library big enough to hold all of this?" she asks.

Reima shakes his head, "No... But you forget we can increase the space within an area, like in those magical stores, Hogwarts and the Hogwarts Express."

Ciri nods, "Ohh yeah, they did do that didn't they?"

Reima "Should be pretty easy for us as well, considering how attuned we are to space magic." he says, storing a glowing stone inscription.

They continue to take everything in sight at they ascend the tower, each new floor holding more and more valuable looking writings... Eventually they reach the top where Ge'els is located, the Elf is standing stiff, staring at a pillar glowing with energy like a forcefield... Though, unlike the many found in the vault, there wasn't anything being protected atop it.

Ge'els "This troublesome..." he murmurs, his voice sounding strained.

Ciri "Something wrong?" she asks.

Ge'els turns to them, an incredibly worried look on his face, "I hadn't thought to check before but, it seems Eredin and his generals did take something with them." he says gesturing towards the pillar.

Reima "Judging by your look, it's not good, is it?"

Ge'els shakes his head, "They stole one of the last remaining tomes of the Sages, it compiled most of their achievements within... It was heavily restricted, locked so only King Auberon, the Sages... Or, the King's successor could look upon its pages."

Reima hums, "Hmm, think they're going to create another like us?" he asks, though, if that was possible they'd not have to look for Ciri.

Ge'els shakes his head again, "No, definitely not... I know the rituals used to gift Lara Dorren the Elder Blood were lost to time, perhaps for good reason... No, within those pages are magics based off of your Elder Blood, it is where our Navigators first discovered their specific kind of magic... I suspect they wish to try and counter your own abilities somehow." he guesses without confidence.

Reima "I don't suppose you have another just lying around? I'm interested in taking a look now that you've hyped it up."

Ge'els gives him a tired look, "No, even if there was you'd not be able to open it." he states.

Reima "I don't know about that... Penetrating defenses is my forte." he says, sending a wink at Ciri.

Ge'els "Let's speak of this no more... There are other valuable texts still here, retrieve them and be on your way... I wish to spend my last few months, years, or however long the frost takes to end us in the company of those I enjoy."

Reima smirks at him, "What? You not having fun with us around?"

Ge'els glowers at him, "No, I have not. I believe you taking all of our wealth, knowledge, and even our furniture is favour enough for the help you've given us..."