Chef Pi was silent.

He knew what that meant.

"Next time," Pitco squeezed the words almost out of his nose, "you're ahead of the curve." ”

"Understood. ”

Magellan smiled and nodded.

"And then?"

The question returned to dangerous territory, and if Magellan answered incorrectly, he would have to return to the miserable situation of cooking for himself, but this time it was the Countess who spoke first.

"I will take care of the research and Professor Magellan will carry the clay tablets on the ship. ”

Chef Pi didn't say anything more, he nodded, and began to enjoy dinner.

......

"So, that thing is actually words......"

Magellan removed a couple of clay pots from the shelf and turned around and placed them on the table.

"None of us could have imagined that that would mean," the countess picked up the clay pot from the table, left a shadow in the magic machine, and set it aside, "the translation could not begin at all. ”

"Say," Magellan knew the countess had a plan, "what am I looking for in the Grand Court?"

"A decree that was promulgated earlier is usually engraved in stone, with the same content, different words, ......"

"Translation," Magellan smiled, "like the Rosetta Stone of ancient Egyptian writing, I should have thought of ......"

"You have a lot of things to do tomorrow," said the countess, who was growing more and more symbols on the white paper that did not seem to be words at all, "why don't you go to rest early?"

"There are a lot of questions that plague me," Magellan continued, the porter, "for example, why aren't there these words in the temple of Isitar?"

"It's obvious. ”

"You're saying time makes words disappear?" Magellan thought it was the only plausible possibility, but that didn't help solve the problem, "We need to let the Essence Stream flow through the Temple? That would bankrupt you." ”

"It's not yet time, of course, if there is a day," the countess set aside the blank paper that was full of scribbling, and then took another one and laid it on the table, "I will let the lawyer transfer the debt to you." ”

"Then put that question aside," Magellan laughed as he placed another mess on the table, "according to the plan at hand, we need first a slate, then a text translation, then some clue to where Isitar is, and finally, the Resurrection Goddess, and then we are done." ”

"There are spirits of words in this world, Professor Magellan," said the countess, reluctantly setting aside a large pile of artifacts that had nothing on it, "sometimes it obeys the meaning of words, but sometimes its power is exactly the opposite of the direction of words." ”

"From the beginning, I didn't expect everything to be going well. Magellan continued to remove a pile of things from the shelves, he did not want to waste the countess's time, but missing a certain word might lose an important clue, "If there really is a pervasive power in this world, it will only determine one thing, and what a precious thing to get, what a precious price to pay, and fortunately, labor can also be used to pay for it." ”

"I'm afraid it's not for nothing that you're sluggish with the essence," the countess stopped what she was doing, she stared at Magellan with a creepy gaze as if looking at a precious artifact, "you know, what you just said will make you never able to summon the essence with words, that means you will never be able to recite the incantation, if you think so in your heart, then you will never be able to perceive the way the essence flows, you will have no access to most magic, and if you practice this theory in your life......"

"As a result, I've become a magical insulator, but I'm still going to be killed by Morningstar's magic," Magellan doesn't think there's anything wrong with it, "I've gained more than I've lost, and I'm at ease considering the labor I've put in in the process." ”

"I don't know if this will have any effect on you......" the countess laughed suddenly, "but according to the rules of magic, what you just said will make our archaeological excavation a success." ”

"Hopefully ......"

......

There is always only a sunny day in the desert.

And only the stupidest people would want to see different weather.

It was a sunny morning, and Magellan got up early, knowing that the weather would soon be unbearably hot, and that the time he would actually be able to work was very short.

In order not to waste time, this time he ran directly through the quicksand and came to the ruins of the city.

Underneath the buildings facing the ship, Magellan stopped.

It appears to be a statue in the square in front of the Grand Court, the statue itself has disappeared, leaving only a stone pedestal, peeking out of the sand because it is taller than the surroundings.

Standing on the boulder, Magellan waved at the ship, and then he heard the dull sound of metal cutting through the air.

It was a pair of iron hooks, with ropes attached to them, that shot out from the front of the big ship and flew over the abyss.

Magellan reached out and grabbed the iron hook, then went around the boulder and tied it tightly.

Now two ropes were parallel to each other, connecting the two sides of the huge bunker, which could have been used as a drawbridge if planks had been laid on them, but Magellan knew that the countess was not looking for something so rudimentary.

Then the machine on the deck of the big ship that connected the other end of the rope began to roar, and then Magellan saw a typical scene of the essence of the industry.

A seemingly delicate and light machine began to slowly move along the rope, and with the sound of essence flowing and eroding bands of colored light, a drawbridge appeared behind it.

Magellan waited patiently for the machine to come to him, and by this time he could clearly see what the machine had done, it was a suspension bridge with rails, with the typical characteristics of essence creations, flanked by simple guardrails, and the tracks were clearly equipped with a system of essence transmission.

The machine stops after hitting the boulder and then returns, this time at a high speed.

On the other side of the abyss, on the other side of the ship, Dantès and Chef Pitt stand beside the countess and witness the birth of the drawbridge, and the young biological researcher is excited to see the miracle of the essence, while the chef finally breathes a sigh of relief.

When the countess has a plan, she is absolutely safe, and for Chef Pitting, that's what really matters.

The machine disappeared below deck, and then, with the sound of metal clashing, another minecart-like machine appeared in front of the trio.

"It can take Professor Magellan or clay tablets back and forth through here," the countess smiled as she stepped onto the machine, "safe and convenient." ”