"I don't think the returning gods will do anything good to Emenchet. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"They won't," the old man shook his head, "the gods can't do anything anymore, the only thing they will do is to continue their lives." ”

"It's sad. ”

The king of the world had undisguised disdain on his face.

"This is the judgment that belongs to the king of the world. The old man nodded and turned around, looking out the window at a white flower swaying in the wind under the sunlight, "But in reality, most things in the world, including gods and humans, their lives are made up of failures. What is commendable is the struggle itself, whatever it is aimed at, whether it succeeds or not. ”

"Okay. What is needed?"

"I don't need anything other than a vacation. ”

The old man smiled and nodded to the king of the world: "Goodbye, Elizabeth." ”

......

"It's a path I'm familiar with. ”

The countess walked slowly along the path on the cliffs, below which were the sand dunes and the valleys of the valleys could be seen in the distance.

"This is a famous attraction and the only way to the outside of the lonely Pharaoh's temple. ”

"I remember there was nothing around that temple. ”

But that's not what is written in the Book of the Dead. ”

It was nearly noon, and the sun was already shining down the path, but in the end, they walked down the cliff before the heat was too much to move, and found shade to rest.

"For a long time, the archaeological community was inclined to believe that the temple was built when the sun god had just lost his whereabouts and the pharaoh had seized supreme divine power, but later several important archaeological discoveries delayed the existence of the temple considerably, so the research came to a standstill. ”

The Countess summoned tall bookshelves in a pyramidal tent filled with books related to the study of Ancient Emunchet, many of which were related to this unique temple.

"What's going on in your story?"

The countess walked barefoot across the thick carpet and reclined on the sofa and stroked Miss Betty.

"Pharaoh insisted on building the pyramids as his mausoleum for a long time, and that led to tomb robbers. ”

"Don't tell me that that will make Pharaoh give up building the pyramids. ”

"Of course not, but the dynasty will always come to an end. ”

"What a ......," the countess shook her head with a smile, "even in the last millennium, when all the Emunquet people believed that the gods had Emunchet on earth, the dynasty never broke ......"

"The contradictions between the gods almost never ceased, whether it was the direct and brutal war between Seth and Horus, or the conspiracy between Isis and Osiris, the game of the superior always inevitably affected the whole of Emanchet, and the pharaohs were not all as powerful as the sun. ”

"So when a certain dynasty began to decline in the dampness, Pharaoh gave up building the pyramids...... And then what did he build?"

"Simple and secluded grave. ”

The countess laughed.

"Is that really because of the decline of the dynasty?"

"There is only one reason why the alliance between Osiris and Anubis has gained the right to speak, the self-proclaimed Sun is too weak, so the pyramid belonging to the altar of the sun lost to the ...... who meet the requirements of the underworld" Magellan took a deep breath and seemed to sigh with emotion, "Valley of the Kings. ”

"That's a ...... Thunderous name. ”

In known legends, the Valley of the Kings is the most vulgar and ridiculous.

It was almost a paradise for tomb robbers, and dozens of pharaohs hid mountains of gold, silver, and jewels in a valley like sandfish that stored food before the sandstorm, and nothing could stop the tomb robbers from taking this huge amount of wealth from the valley except that no one knew where the valley was.

So even though this legend is widely circulated, no one believes it at all, and it really looks like a story.

"So the world's most vulgar legendary location is based on a restrained and cold philosophy of the underworld?"

The countess made no secret of the smile on her face, which she thought was a joke.

"A labyrinth of underground transportation networks dug up by tomb robbers around the lonely Pharaoh's temple, the direction the pharaoh was facing, the fixed bearing calculated according to the myths and legends of ancient Emanchet, every possible location was searched, and the result of all these efforts was to no avail. ”

Magellan smiled and took a cup from the cupboard, filled it with water and handed it to the countess.

In fact, it was only about ten years ago that the tomb robbers of Emunchet gave up on robbing the pyramids and turned their attention to the legend of the Valley of the Kings. ”

"You've always been very aware of that, haven't you?"

"It's been a long time since I've been an explorer. ”

The countess took a sip of water: "Where is the temple of Osiris?"

"Valley of the Kings," Magellan said, gesturing to the ground beneath his feet, "here." ”

"What exactly have you experienced in the so-called underworld?"

"The flushing of the soul is probably equivalent to a non-stop endorsement that is 10,000 times faster, and the kind that is dragged into the underworld if you memorize it wrong. ”

"What a fresh metaphor, very exotic, just like your appearance. ”

"Anyway, we've arrived at our destination. ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Now it's time for magic. ”

"Meow ......"

Miss Betty had a close relationship with the countess, and the disdain in her cry seemed to be what the countess had in mind.

"Could it be that the noble pharaoh's tomb has no power against magic?"

"Nope. ”

Magellan smiled at the countess's surprised expression.

"Magical powers are very noticeable, so here, not at all. ”

"So, have you figured out how to enter the Temple of Osiris?"

The countess stood up with a smile, and the essence began to agitate.

"Osiris is gone, but there's at least a little bit of useful stuff left there......"

......

"Why don't you go to the biggest one?"

"Although it was the most powerful pharaoh built for himself the eternal palace, unfortunately, the work was not completed. ”

The camel's gaze passed through the narrow window, and in his eyes he could only see a small spire of the pyramid outside.

"I've heard that the inside of that pyramid is no different from this one. ”

"The difference between them is not something that grave robbers can easily spot after the gods have left. The Count stopped at the end of a dead end, "The pharaohs who built the pyramids are the sun itself, and they guard their palaces with powerful magic, enough to keep out countless greedy eyes. ”

The Count placed his hand on the boulder blocking his way, and began to recite the incantation.

"Why are funerary goods and mummies not magically protected, but altars do?"

"You don't need it when you build it. ”