"You know me, and you dare to bring a group of explorers to trouble me?"

The camel restrained the ferocity on his face, revealing his usual simple and gentle indifference. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You have offended someone who must not be offended, camel. The strong man enjoyed the moment, he was one of the very few new explorers who knew the explorer's past, so he knew very well what the name camel meant, "You know, Emenchet is the direct crown of the emperor of the king of the world, and the biggest official here is the governor of Alexander, who only knows the king of the world, and she personally ran to the docks to pick her up when the countess came here. ”

The strong man smiled and put his face in front of the camel.

"Don't tell me you don't understand, I know, you're amazing, the king of the world has issued an amnesty for you, but when you came, the governor didn't even walk out of the gates of the governor's palace. ”

The camel kept that expression and didn't say a word.

The strong man nodded, he was already satisfied and was not ready to waste time.

"Goodbye. ”

Shots rang out.

......

There was no end in sight in the dark cave, the water had calmed down, and the sound of running water was almost inaudible.

Magellan carefully removed a bottle of black water from a wooden plank above his head, suspecting for the hundredth time that something was wrong with his logic.

From the time he came to the conclusion that "the next one is the real trap", he has tensed his nerves and unraveled more than two dozen shoddy traps, but he has never found the real trap of the camel.

"You're in a bad state," said the countess, and it suddenly occurred to Magellan that at this moment she was exactly the same as Miss Betty, "and her attention began to drift from the long period of intense concentration, her hands were shaking, and her eyes were beginning to lose focus......

"I wondered," said Magellan, who sat at the edge of the water with his hands splashing cold water on his face, "does the camel think that it is only when I reach the end of the line that I have lost my talent that I will understand that these are false traps?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to join you and the camel's acquaintance game. ”

"Meow. ”

Miss Betty now owns a dozen toys, including a variety of small wild animals - including the wild ones that attack and kill them, and a pile of bottles and cans of poison. These are all her beloved collections, and every time Magellan unlocks a trap, the little black wildcat moves her collection forward one by one.

"I'm wondering if there's no such thing as a so-called, real trap......"

"The curse of the gods on you is starting to wane, and that's good news. ”

Magellan smiled.

He knew why the countess was always reluctant to tell her speculations, for that would affect his own judgment.

This means a lot of things, including the countess's trust in Magellan, as well as her absolute self-confidence.

"If there really is no such thing as a real trap, then there is only one possibility......"

Human inertia is actually an instinct rooted in the bloodline, and any person, whether genius or stupid, will discover the law of these "false traps" and produce the same slackness, so that "real trap" works for anyone, whether he is stupid and dull like Magellan who has lost his talent, or a keen genius like Magellan who is still talented.

"But if I start to feel like there's no real trap, it means ......"

......

A group of police officers are fighting with strong men.

It was a distinctive Alexandria Patrolman, dressed in an ornate uniform and a towering red hat, the uniform of the Governor's Palace when the King of the World was only Governor Emenquet.

The camel and the count were struggling to run for their lives through the crowd, but everyone here had a mortal opponent except for the two of them, so they eventually fled the battlefield despite being covered in blood.

Just now, the patrol officer who suddenly appeared interrupted the strong man and his companion who were about to give the souls of the two to Anubis.

"And yet they are still dead," the camel rushed into the alley, shoving the snake into his arms, "I don't know if I should say they were unlucky...... Still lucky. ”

"Do you know where the temple of Horus is?"

"I know," the camel poked its head out of the corner to see the streets empty in the night, "and I know we're getting farther and farther away from there." ”

"The countess will not tell anyone that our target is the temple of Horus, which will cause explorers to gather there like flies and destroy everywhere. ”

"We need a place to eat, to rest, to become harmless outsiders or taciturn natives, and unfortunately, the right places are far from the temple. ”

"Please wait, someone's coming. ”

The camel gave a rare look of surprise, for he knew very well that the Count had discovered the man before he did, and that the uninvited guest could only be a magician.

"Where is he?"

"A native magic user of Emangelquet, a priest of Horus, the patron god of the pharaohs. ”

"Well, bad news, he's over with the patrolman. ”

The two turned and began to run wildly.

But a ray of sunshine had caught up with them.

The Count stopped, his expressionless face almost frozen, and a wall of sand rose from the ground, blocking the light, and then the place where the wall had been illuminated began to burn and melt.

"What are you doing?" the camel glanced back, and then he understood why the Count hadn't followed, "I can't deal with so many patrols alone. ”

"Horus's one-eyed gaze looks at wherever the sun's rays can reach, and we can't escape. ”

"It's a nuisance. ”

The camel turned around as he spoke, and put his hand in his arms.

......

Magellan carefully opened the last trap.

In front of him was the end of the long darkness, and the eyes that had become accustomed to the darkness could see a huge grotto, the creation of some great power beyond human imagination, a huge space, filled with the breath of the underworld, and Anubis's divine power was like a hermit patrolling his back garden, wandering somewhere.

When a person is suspicious, no trap can hide himself.

Magellan carefully avoided the trigger point, undisguised himself, and followed the mechanism to find a small hole in the stone wall.

There were no surprises, no pitfalls, and everything went incredibly.

Cold sweat began to run down Magellan's forehead.

He didn't know if he had missed something, but it might have meant that something would suddenly appear in front of him that had undone his efforts.

When you feel that there are no traps here, it means that you may have stepped on them.