"The ancient Sumerians were fanatical believers, and their worship of the gods took up the vast majority of their lives. ”

What Magellan says is probably the biggest explanation, but he still doesn't feel it's convincing enough.

"But if a primitive civilization had spent most of its time praying to the gods, they would not have been able to build cities, or even temples like that, in such ancient times. ”

"You have completely ignored a very important thing," the countess's smile surprised Magellan, who did not know what he had missed, "what if the god did what he wanted?"

"That's impossible," Magellan instinctively wanted to retort, but found that he had indeed subconsciously ignored the existence ......of essence and supernatural power, "At that time, the power of the gods was not enough to create civilization. ”

"But Isitar seems different. ”

Magellan discovered for the first time that the countess had achieved a complete victory in what he did best.

"What?"

"Your talent is far better than the average person, Professor Magellan, but this time, you are the one who failed because of your talent. The countess enjoyed the victory, for Magellan was a man who rarely loses, "Your sluggishness to the essence is astonishing, and perhaps it is a precious and rare gift." ”

"You mean the essence?" Magellan reacted almost instantly, "The power of the essence was involved in the construction of the temple?"

"Yes. ”

This is a much more plausible explanation, magic is a power that has existed since the dawn of civilization, it is both powerful and everywhere, and ancient people have learned how to use it long ago.

If the ancient Sumerians revered magic, it is entirely explained that they spent their precious time and wealth on temples, and in ancient civilizations, almost the earliest forms of magic were regarded as the power of the gods.

"It's a bit of a hassle......"

Magellan's obtundation to the essence is very rare, but it is completely natural, and no one can change it.

"Here I am," the countess smiled, "if you ask me, I will answer your questions." ”

"Thank you," Magellan smiled, "Professor Helen." ”

......

The city's ruins are particularly unfriendly to an archaeologist.

The ancient age makes the relics Chinese dilapidated, and the unique simplicity of early civilization makes many things difficult to identify.

For example, the decay of a stick may be a very valuable artifact – proof that the people who lived here made and used tools.

Magellan was accustomed to these troubles, and with the help of the countess, his sluggishness in the essence did not cause much trouble, and everything was not going well, but it was the best he could imagine.

Then suddenly, his trouble came.

At first, some curious villagers came to the excavation site.

They just pass by, and although they can't help but look at Magellan digging lonely at the bottom of the pit, they don't do anything.

But that's enough.

They caused Magellan quite a bit of trouble.

"Curiosity makes humans gather like animals and do all kinds of strange things, and they take it for granted," Magellan made no secret of his fear, "maybe tomorrow night there will be a whole bunch of people walking around the ruins, trampling on a lot of artifacts, and walking away feeling like they didn't take anything, which is really a moral model." ”

The Countess knew that this was very likely to happen, but she couldn't think of anything about it.

"The only way is to finish digging and get out of here before those things happen. ”

"We couldn't have progressed any faster. Magellan shook his head helplessly, "Confused and hesitant people must not think of such a simple and effective method, could it be that we have provoked anyone else?"

"I don't know. ”

......

The excavation continued, and Magellan was unaffected, completely ignoring the villagers who would appear all the time and going about his own thing.

The temple is halfway through the excavation, and like the previous ruins, it belongs to Isitar, and the most prominent part of the temple is carved with the motif of the stars, and the small room behind it has a sink connected to a set of mechanisms.

Time was pressing, and Magellan abandoned what was left of the ruins and spent all his remaining time on the temple.

He used wood and rope to restore the mechanism that had decayed and disappeared due to the long period of decay, and replaced the water with himself, so that the mechanism could be activated once.

This time it was a different picture, still with simple lines, that looked like a map, but it didn't.

Magellan took a note of the pattern, took one last look at the half of the temple that was still buried in the dirt, and reluctantly gave up.

There is no time left.

The next morning, when Magellan came to the edge of the pit of the ruins, he saw a scene of great excitement, where the villagers gathered, digging like a treasure hunt, and then taking everything they found with them.

"We can leave. ”

Magellan didn't feel like he could stop the frenetic crowd, and he felt that the most important message in the ruins had emerged.

"No," but the countess refused, "don't you want to know, who doesn't want us to dig up the ruins?"

"Isn't it the Eagle tribe and the Venetian merchants who control this place?"

The countess laughed.

"You'll never be able to feel the essence, can you?"

......

The villagers who hunted for treasure in the ruins did not rest until late at night, lighting torches and continuing to dig, calling each stone a treasure.

As the night wore on, the town fell into a deep sleep.

In the darkness, a distinctive shadow bypassed the ruins and followed the villagers as they prepared to return home.

That's the Countess and Magellan.

Without magic and without supernatural powers, Magellan was like a pure black cat, silently moving forward under the cover of darkness, and behind him, the countess followed silently like his shadow.

The villagers parted at the city gate and walked towards their homes. Magellan hid in the shadows, waited patiently for a long time, and then followed a man with a clay pot in his hand.

Walking through narrow alleys, skirting the woods by the lake, Magellan remained silent in the darkness, and then the man stopped in front of a house.

The knock was heard at two long intervals, and then the door opened, and the man entered.

Magellan remained quietly in the dark, and after a long time, another man walked out of the room.

Continuing through several streets, eventually, the man walked into an ordinary residential house.

Magellan stepped out of the darkness and pushed the door open before it closed, smiling at the surprised gazes of several people in the room.