"What?"

Magellan never imagined that this would be a place where clay tablets gathered.

But the moment the countess said this, Magellan knew it was true, so he was extremely surprised.

The existing Sumerian historical research can be said to be basically non-existent, and the only researchers who have only helplessly searched for possible truth from the words of the Babylonians and the legends that have been handed down to this day, and all the "conjectures" that have not been proven so far include the Sumerian way of writing.

They engraved the text on clay tablets.

The countess's research has surpassed that of all Sumerian researchers in the world, and she confirms this claim, but there is still a problem, that is, Magellan has not found a single clay tablet in the excavations so far.

Words are always the best way to understand a civilization, but so far, they have found nothing.

If there are still Sumerian clay tablets in this world, the most likely place for them is the Great Court of Uruk.

For a long time, hundreds of legal researchers, as well as a considerable number of apprentices, lived here, and they collected a huge amount of literature for legal research.

And that time was just when the Sumerians had just disappeared.

"That's what you mean by finding Sumerian writing?"

The countess did not answer, she smiled and walked through the door.

This is the famous Grand Court Hall, called "Hammurabi Hall", also known as the "Hall of the Code", which is derived from the famous king Hammurabi I, who was the first to issue the code, and of course, there is another theory that it comes from Hammurabi III, who established the Grand Court.

This is the main building of the Grand Court, which is also a famous courtroom, and the stone dome is typical of the First Dynasty of ancient Babylon, with many elaborate notches to ventilate and keep the light in, and the interior is not overly ornamented, except for the lion statue at the junction of the roof and the enclosure wall.

This is the place where the history of ancient Babylon has left a lot of records, and at the monthly Great Trial, the hall was filled with the plaintiff and the defendant, the professor and the apprentice, who solved the unsolved problems of the city with a carnival-like gathering, and people from afar sat on the jury, like a carnival in Venice.

In normal times, it is a vast library, a bazaar, a classroom, a lecture square, where scholars and apprentices gather to study the problems of law, to arrange the large bookshelves that occupy all the walls, and to spend each day at the time set by the bell in the center of the hall.

Magellan stood in the center of the hall, looking up.

That's what it is.

Everything was there, the frantic cries of the jury announcing guilt at the great trial seemed to be in the ears, and the stone lion on the top was still expressionless.

"But the big bookshelf is gone. ”

Magellan told himself that he shouldn't be overly greedy, but he couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the countless precious documents that should have been here being ground into the dust of history in the quicksand.

"The clay tablets will not be placed here," the countess just wanted to see the famous Great Hall, and she continued forward, skirting the huge bronze bell surrounded by sand, stroking the lion and the king in relief on it, and walked to a gate on the left, "They have a treasury that is rarely mentioned, and is used to store something precious but of little concrete use. ”

"Where would that be?"

Magellan followed the countess into the door, behind which was a corridor where sand was flowing slowly, thin dust falling down one side like a veil.

"I don't know," said the countess, walking on the sand like a ghost, leaving no footprints, and behind her, Magellan's footsteps stirred the quicksand, "but not too far. ”

At the end of the corridor is a minaret, with sand piling up on one side and then through the window and flowing out of the doorway.

"Not here," the countess turned, "the minaret is usually the residence of scholars, but in that case the warehouse should be not far away. ”

"Why don't you go up and have a look?"

"No," laughed the countess, "I have a castle of my own, and the minaret is nothing to see. ”

So the two of them went back the way they came, and walked out through another door in the hall.

This time, instead of a corridor, it was a sand dune that appeared in front of them.

"Does that mean the warehouse might be right up front?"

Magellan looked around, this was the back of the hall, there were no buildings blocking the quicksand, and the sand on the slope was calm, like earthy silk spread on the ground.

"Possibly. ”

That means the warehouse is buried in sand.

"We can see. ”

The countess stretched out her right hand, and Magellan began to retreat, and he heard the sound of the essence gathering, and that would never be wrong, because Magellan would never forget the sound he heard when the morning star unleashed his magic on him.

Then the quicksand parted from it, and a building was revealed from it, as if it had been lifted up by divine power.

"This is it," said the countess, as she walked down the staircase peeking out from under the sand, "see the pattern of the stone pillar?"

Magellan took a look at the building under the sand and saw a relief of the stone pillars on the door.

"That means that we have in front of us the place where the ancient texts are stored, and if the clay tablets are still there, they are the only ones that can be there. ”

"Let's go. ”

......

Dinner was steak.

Chef Pi didn't want to choose such a mediocre main course, but because he was in a bad mood, he had to settle for the next best thing, and if he chose other dishes and didn't achieve the best results, the gains outweighed the losses.

Chef Pico expressed his undisguised anger at the countess's undisguised anger at the fact that she had walked in front of Magellan immediately after such a natural disaster, and did not return to the ship until evening, but considering that Helen was safe and sound, he finally forgave Magellan and allowed him to have dinner.

The countess did not feel at all in danger, and in fact she did not encounter any trouble.

The sun is about to set.

The setting sun casts bright red colors on the sand dunes, and the thousand waterfalls seem to be dyed red, like flowing blood.

Uruk City in the twilight is like a delicate toy, with rocky buildings dyed red by the setting sun and surrounded by a waterfall of sand.

The countess chose to eat on deck, she wanted to watch the fleeting beauty, and as for the dust, it was solved by magic.

Magellan sat across from the countess, and the four of them looked at the skeleton of the city from afar, reflecting the color of the sunset, then the bright red cast a shadow, and finally sinking into darkness.

"So, what did you find?"

"Clay tablets. ”

Magellan carefully adhered to aristocratic table manners, after all, the chefs are like an active volcano these days.

"Clay tablets filled with a warehouse. ”