The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

"Don't you understand respecting the elderly and caring for the young! Let this old man go first!" Alfred's voice was tinged with exasperation. He had been a little further away, but now he was being squeezed to the back!

The scene instantly became somewhat chaotic.

The elves, who are usually elegant, composed, and reserved, now disregarded all manners and social hierarchy in order to experience the high elf inheritance they had longed for as soon as possible. They flocked to the resonance device, trying to grab a good position.

You push me, I block you, and the courtyard became quite lively for a while.

Moran looked at the chaotic scene before him, his smile deepening.

She didn't interfere; she simply waited patiently on the sharing end.

Finally, after a small "competition," a somewhat orderly queue was formed.

Viola was first, Celestian second, and then the other members were ranked according to their strength and the results of the competition. Alfred, due to his high reputation, was ranked in the middle of the group, while the other mid-level elves refused to go any further.

However, when they actually began to receive the inherited memories, they discovered that there was basically no difference between being ranked at the front or the back.

Viola was the first to receive the inheritance, and the resonance device automatically shut down just seconds after it was activated.

Her body trembled slightly, then she opened her eyes, rubbed her temples hard, and pressed her lips together. Unusually, she didn't speak immediately, but simply nodded to Moran, then got up and silently walked to the side, leaning against the wall, seemingly trying her best to digest the torrent of information that had flooded in within those few seconds, far exceeding her imagination.

When it was Celestian's turn, he took a deep breath, sat down, and closed his eyes, but again, it was over in just a few seconds.

His body swayed, and he opened his eyes, instinctively raising his hand to rub his temples hard. His voice was filled with disbelief: "This...this is the inherited memory of the High Elves? The information density is too high! Even with my mental strength, I could only hold on for a short while!"

The situation is much the same for subsequent receivers, whether they are mid-level or high-level.

Everyone was forced to "exit" within a few seconds, and then stood there blankly, rubbing their foreheads, pressing their temples, or staring into space.

"That's...that's amazing...I feel like my head was just hit by a star..." A mid-level Star Elf slumped to the ground, saying weakly.

"It felt like it had just begun... and I was 'bounced' out..." Tobias leaned against the pool, his eyes glazed over.

After receiving the inheritance, Alfred spoke after a long while: "It seems that I will never be able to receive all the inherited memories of the high elves in this lifetime!"

If he doesn't break through to the god level, his lifespan will be less than a hundred years.

At this rate of absorption, he wouldn't be able to absorb much of the High Elves' inherited memories before he died.

This is such a pity for him.

The other elves had slightly longer remaining lifespans, but they didn't believe their spiritual power could withstand such a vast amount of inherited memories. Besides, Moran couldn't stay in the Fusion Place forever to share the inheritance with them. When she went to Suramaran more than fifty years ago, she was already level 20, and sooner or later she would break through to godhood and go to the realm of gods.

"Don't worry, everyone!" Moran looked around at everyone:
"Before I went to Sulamalan to perform the bloodline atonement ceremony, I sensed the opportunity to enter the realm of gods. After receiving the inheritance, this feeling became even clearer."

Therefore, I stayed in Suramaran and systematically organized the contents of the High Elves' inherited memories. Then, I recorded them in a way that was as easy to read and understand as possible, creating a series of immortal magic books.

Later, I will build a High Elf Heritage Library in the plaza at the entrance to Suramaran, where I will store these magic books for all elves who are willing to embrace all branches of magical philosophy to study.

Although everyone's mental strength is not yet able to withstand the impact of directly receiving the inherited memories through the resonance device, it is entirely feasible to open the entrance to Suramaran, enter that library, and read and learn the inherited content recorded on paper!
You may copy it down and give it to others, but the original must remain in the library of Sulamalan.

"A library! My God! A treasure trove of knowledge for the high elves!" Tobias's cheers almost lifted the dome, his golden eyes gleaming with a thirst for the knowledge of the high elves.

"Once we reach a higher level, we can go see for ourselves! We can learn at our own pace! We won't have to worry about it anymore!" Another young Star Elf excitedly waved his fist, as if he couldn't wait to break through to a higher level with his main class and go to Suramaran to see it for himself.

"Moran, thank you! Thank you for giving this old man the opportunity to witness the High Elf inheritance with his own eyes!"

High elves never rely on magic networks to cast spells; their heritage holds a fatal attraction for demigods and quasi-gods. Alfred suddenly felt a glimmer of hope for becoming a god.

Celestian took a deep breath, slowly suppressing the surging excitement and shock in his chest: "Lord Moran, the 'Old Ones' Association, no, the entire Elven race, will forever remember your kindness!"

Moran promised that any elf who entered the High Elf Library could copy down the spellbooks and take them with them. This meant that even if elves from different branches could not enter Suramaran, they would still have the opportunity to learn the High Elf magic that had been lost to time.

Moran accepted the elves' gratitude with a smile:
"Seeing everyone so happy puts my mind at ease. Well then, without further ado, everyone go back and rest to digest the inherited memories you just received. I'll head to Suramaran now to begin constructing the High Elf Library."

As she spoke, she summoned the portal to Suramaran, opened it directly with elven power, and entered.

After Moran had digested all the inherited memories of the high elves, he used the Book of Cards to create a {High Elf Library}.

The library's main building and the magic books containing the knowledge passed down by the high elves are both contained within it.

She materialized it in the mirror space in advance.

Upon arriving at the plaza at the entrance to Suramaran, she immediately brought out the entire High Elf Library.

In the blink of an eye, a library in the style of high elves stood in the square at the entrance to Suramaran, blending perfectly into the surrounding environment as if it had always been a part of it.

Next, she only needs to mimic the protective magic of the main city to protect this library, simply relaxing the entry requirements slightly. (End of Chapter)