Mist Empire’s Rise: Fake Noble to Fog Queen

Chapter 346 Mist Empire’s Rise:- 344: The True History

The dark elf didn't complain to Luo Wei, but she could feel how exhausting and difficult these five hundred years had been for him.

Day after day, he'd lived the same boring routine. No friends, no family. The only thing keeping him going was a slim thread of hope that might never come true.

He'd built city after city, but every empty street had only him wandering through it.

Waiting without knowing the outcome was like serving a life sentence. The loneliness alone was torture, but on top of that, he'd been doing hard labor the whole time.

Actually, no—prisoners doing hard labor at least got food and housing. The dark elf had been working for her for five hundred years without pay.

The last person who had it this bad was Sun Wukong, trapped under a mountain for five hundred years after causing havoc in heaven.

Luo Wei pressed a hand to her chest. What was this pain?

Oh right. Her conscience.

At the edge of the alchemy town, the renovated alchemy workshop gleamed in the sunlight. The tall gateway was painted entirely in gold lacquer, and hanging in the center was a plaque with "Alchemy Workshop" carved in golden relief.

Luo Wei looked up. Even the roof tiles were made of gold. Everything she could see glittered brilliantly—if the sun got any brighter, it would blind someone.

She was quiet for a moment, then turned to the dark elf. "I remember this place used to have wooden pillars and clay tiles. Why'd you change it to this?"

The dark elf lowered his head. "Wood rots easily, clay breaks easily. Gold is more durable."

Sure, metal was durable. But who the hell used gold for pillars and roof tiles? Wasn't he worried about thieves?

Well, okay. The Misty Plains didn't have thieves right now.

But wouldn't gold oxidize if you left it exposed to air?

Gold was chemically stable, but long-term exposure would still corrode it eventually.

"How much gold do we have in reserve?" Luo Wei asked carefully.

What she really wanted to know was whether they had so much gold they couldn't use it all.

"Gold reserves—you mean refined gold?" The dark elf answered based on his understanding. "I refine five hundred kilograms of gold ore every day. I've been doing it for ten years."

Luo Wei did the math in her head. Five hundred kilograms a day for ten years meant over 3,600 tons. 3,600 tons of gold!

What did that even mean? In her previous life, China's gold currency reserves were only around 2,000 tons. The dark elf alone had refined an entire country's worth of gold reserves!

After a few seconds of excitement, Luo Wei calmed down quickly.

She'd misunderstood. The actual gold output wasn't that much.

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First, gold ore had varying gold content. Nuggets could be over ninety percent pure, but regular ore might only yield a few dozen grams per ton—and that was considered high-grade.

Second, the gold the dark elf refined wasn't pure. As the saying went, "seven parts green, eight parts yellow, nine-five red"—you could tell by the color that this gold wasn't even eighty percent pure. So the actual output needed to be discounted.

From 3,600 tons of ore, getting 500 tons of gold would be pretty damn good.

Luo Wei lifted her skirt and walked into the workshop. Following the dark elf's lead, she took a quick tour.

The layout hadn't changed much since her last visit, but the walls and furnishings made everything look way more luxurious.

The gold storage room was packed with gold bars. She did a rough scan—about two or three cubic meters of gold, which translated to around 200 to 300 tons.

In the middle of the room sat two large chests. The dark elf opened one, revealing a chest full of gold ingots.

"My Lord, these are the small gold boats cast according to your instructions. The totem you gave me is stamped on the bottom of each boat."

The dark elf didn't recognize Chinese characters and had never seen ingots before. He thought the four characters "Mist Kingdom Ingot" at the bottom were some kind of mysterious totem, and that the ingot shape was a small boat.

Luo Wei picked up a gold ingot and turned it over in her hand. Such adorable little ingots—too bad she was the only one here who recognized them.

In the future, the Misty Plains' currency should probably be minted as coins. Small coins were better for trade. This batch of ingots could be her personal collection.

She put the ingot back. "Is all the gold here?"

The dark elf closed the chest. "This is only a small portion. I sent the rest to the palace in Elf City. Would you like to see the palace?"

"No, not today."

She didn't have time. She had to get back to the academy tonight.

After thinking about how to phrase it, Luo Wei looked at the dark elf. "Loren, do you know there are two other continents besides this one?"

The dark elf nodded. "Yes, my Lord. Across the ocean are the Western Plains and the Wastes. Many humans live there."

"You know?" Luo Wei was surprised. "Did the sea serpent people from the west coast tell you?"

"No." The dark elf shook his head. "It's recorded in elven history. Over two thousand years ago, before the War of Gods broke out, we had contact with the people and beasts from those two continents."

"Back then, the Wastes wasn't called the Wastes—it was called the Human Paradise. And the Western Plains wasn't called that either—it was called the Magic Beast Continent."

Luo Wei asked curiously, "Why'd they change the names?"

The dark elf's mind stirred. The Goddess of Death and Time didn't know about events from two thousand years ago. She must have been born after the Tree of Life withered.

The thought flashed through his mind as he answered respectfully, "That story starts after the War of Gods."

After the War of Gods broke out, the Human Paradise turned into a desert overnight. Humans fled north to the Magic Beast Continent.

But the beast tribes didn't welcome them. After driving them away a few times, they just declared war on the humans.

The humans, losing ground fast, asked the elves for help. They wanted the elves to negotiate with the beast tribes—to let them find a place on the Magic Beast Continent to recover. Once the fires in Paradise died down, they'd go back and rebuild.

Under the guidance of the Goddess of Life, the peace-loving elves sent a delegation to the Magic Beast Continent. After half a year there, they finally succeeded in negotiating with the beast tribes.

One of the elves who participated in the negotiations recorded this history.

Since the Magic Beast Continent was west of elven lands, the elves preferred calling it the Western Plains. And since the Human Paradise had been devastated by the war, they called it the Wastes.

After listening, Luo Wei said, "So the Western Plains and the Wastes are both names the elves gave them. And this continent is called the Elven Lands?"

Dark elf: "That's what's recorded in elven history."

Luo Wei: "What happened after that? Why did the elves lose contact with the outside world?"

The dark elf recalled what was written in elven history and spoke slowly. "After the negotiations succeeded, the humans stayed on the southern coast of the Western Plains, and the elves returned to their lands."

"Fifty years passed like that. Then a human named Aldrich suddenly came to the Elven Lands and invited the five elven clan chiefs to attend a homecoming celebration in the Western Plains."

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