The library in the depths of Assequero.
Leafy sat at the long table in the library in her pajamas. A glowing flower was placed on the table, its gentle light illuminating Leafy's face.
She was staying up late to write her manuscript. Ever since Leafy was stimulated by Ahr and Aurelia's success, she realized that she should do something for her race.
Leafy's singing was not very good, and she probably could not act cute like Ahr to gain the love of the Mana Net viewers. So, Leafy had been trying to gain popularity through writing.
"Two thousand … I've finally reached two thousand."
Leafy browsed through the novels she had written in the Motionless Library. Inspired by The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, she also wrote a mystery novel called Buried Deep Under the Tree.
"What two thousand?"
A voice interrupted Leafy's thoughts. She turned around and saw an elf with a hunched back.
Leafy immediately closed the Mana Net in front of her with a wave of her hand.
"Elder Caipis."
Leafy stood up from her seat and bowed to the elderly elder in front of her.
He was the leader of Caipis, the oldest of the five existing high elf clans. This elder used to be the most authoritative elder in all of Assequero.
However, with the appearance of the Chaos Demon Josiah in Assequero, more and more young high elves began to lean towards the 'reformists' led by Sindonar, Queytoan and Enya.
The two clans, Caipis and Plona, were definitely 'conservative'.
This was probably the youngest and most powerful high elf in existence, and had always been against outsiders entering Assequero.
However, after the high elf meeting a month ago, Caipis' attitude gradually changed from 'resolute opposition' to 'vigilant attitude towards outsiders'.
"Don't mind me, Leafy … Sit down. Ever since that tavern appeared in the Forgotten Land, fewer and fewer people come to the library."
Caipis slowly walked to a bookshelf with his walking stick and browsed through the books.
"There aren't many young people like you who are willing to come to the library to study late at night."
Zhi Ye felt very ashamed when she heard the elder's compliment.
The reason she came to the library was to find a quiet environment to write on the Weave.
If she was in her room, Ahr might come to attack her in the middle of the night.
In Elder Caipis' eyes, those High Elves who went to the Hearthstone Tavern in the Forgotten Land to play with the Weave were useless.
At most, Twig was just playing with the Weave in a different place.
"Zhi Ye, what do you mean by two thousand?"
Elder Kappes was holding a thick book as he sat opposite the branch.
He was in charge of "recording history" among the High Elves, and could be said to be one of the few writers among the High Elves.
When Leaf was young, Elder Caipis had told her that before the disaster that destroyed Ashkero, Caipis had been a best-selling novelist in Ashkero.
"Well … I wrote a novel and it has two thousand collections." Leaf did not dare to mention the Weave to Elder Caipis.
"Are you writing a new story again?"
Elder Caipis put down the book in his hand, and looked at Leaf sitting opposite him.
Ever since the disaster of Assequero, the number of High Elves had decreased to the point where they could barely form a small society.
However, in this small society, there were many professions that were missing, such as the profession of being a writer.
There were not many young High Elves who were willing to calm down and write stories, and Leaf was one of them.
"Or is it the novel you wrote before?"
Elder Caipis had read Leaf's works before.
"The previous one was never read, so I didn't continue."
Leaf's voice became softer as she said this. The High Elves did not have a complete book publishing system, or rather, they did not even have a publishing house.
Even if someone wrote some stories, it was just for their friends to read.
In fact, Al was the only reader of Foliage in the past.
"Sigh …"
Elder Caipis could understand Leaf's pain. It was the most painful thing for an author to write a book that no one was willing to read.
"Leaf, can you show me your new work?"
This question caused Leaf's long ears to perk up immediately. She hesitated for a moment, and then said tentatively …
"Elder Caipis, I … wrote it on the Weave."
"Weave?!"
Elder Caipis' expression stiffened when he heard about the Weave.
"You also established a connection with the Weave?"
Not only did she establish one, she was one of the first High Elves to do so.
Leaf could only nod at this time, and show Caipis the interface of her Immovable Library on the Weave.
"The safety of this thing created by the Blasphemer is still unknown. Ever since the Weave appeared, all of you seem to be addicted …"
"Elder Caipis, the Weave has really helped me a lot."
Leaf didn't know where she found the courage to refute Caipis.
"What help?"
"It helped me find a lot of readers who are willing to read my works!"
When Leaf said this, she understood that her courage was probably given by the work she had written.
"You … wrote novels on the Weave?"
Caipis just happened to see the interface of Leaf's Weave, and there was an introduction to a book called 'Buried Deep Under the Tree'.
The Weave's interface clearly showed that the author's pen name was Leaf, and the book had 23,000 views and 3,003 bookmarks.
Caipis was very unclear about the use of the Weave, but he knew that he could communicate with others on the Weave, and that there were some strange virtual games on the Weave.
"The Immovable Library. This is a library on the Weave. Everyone can create their own works inside. All the users of the Weave will be able to see these works in the Immovable Library … After signing the contract, there will be royalties."
Leaf relied on the confidence of her work to explain the benefits of the Immovable Library to Caipis.
Caipis didn't say anything, and only silently looked at the comments of the novel 'Buried Deep Under the Tree'.
"Well, I'm quite diligent with my updates, so it's not like 'The Detective Chronicles of Sherlock Holmes' where the comments section is full of readers urging me to update. They're discussing the plot I wrote yesterday, and because I'm writing a mystery novel, some readers have already guessed who the real culprit is."
Zhi Ye was actually panicking at this time, and her speech became somewhat incoherent.
"Elder Caipis, do you want to … try it too?"
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