"There is no way. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

The countess's magical advisor repeated the conclusion she had come to a long time ago.

"There is no possibility of reversing or modifying magic, and there is no way to fight it with other magic, and the more Thoth's corpse that breaks free from the seal of the gods, the stronger the magic becomes. ”

Magellan nodded as if he didn't understand, and watched the black-robed magic advisor leave as silently as he had appeared.

"What kind of magic is that?"

"Omniscient. The countess shook her goblet, and the bright red wine reflected the snow-white skin like blood, "very much in Thoth's style." ”

"Can you determine the location of the other corpse fragments?"

"If the fragments leave the treasure vault of the gods......" the countess put her right hand on top of the goblet, stopping Miss Betty from putting her head inside, "Yes." ”

"Meow. ”

"But the real problem is that magic continues to drain Thoth's power. ”

Magellan put a saucer of milk in front of Miss Betty and laughed at the kitten's disappointed cry: "What will happen then?"

"Make it impossible for Thoth to be resurrected. ”

"In other words, we need to be a little faster......"

......

"It's incredible......"

Professor Alexander stood on the edge of his table and watched Magellan draw on paper the frescoes with Nephthys as the main character.

"What is history, in your opinion, Professor Magellan?"

"Facts. ”

"And many times I can't help but pursue the truth......"

Magellan put aside one of the finished paintings, took the other piece of paper, and began to draw the next.

"There's nothing wrong with that. ”

"Ah...... The majestic Horus, who is close to the goddess, and the meeting of the two gods usually means that the fate of countless mortals is changed......" Professor Alexander's emotion came from the heart, but it did not seem to come from the shock of seeing the painting, but from some unknown place.

"I used to stand in front of a stone monument under artillery fire, because I believed that the rediscovery of a language meant endless wealth, and that the golden statue of an ancient tomb was really valuable compared to it?"

"Didn't the Countess tell you at the beginning that it was just a leisure trip?"

Professor Alexander laughed and put aside one of the drawings Magellan had just painted: "Yes, I forgot again...... Haha!"

"The real archaeologists should be people who can see the traces of history in the soil, they will always work in the pit with shovels and brushes, and the missing pieces of history are their trophies. ”

"I'm not an archaeologist, I'm not a professor of history, I'm an entourage of a noble knight. ”

"By the standards of your entourage, you're too good. ”

"If you want to follow such a knight, you always have to do a little more. ”

"So......" Professor Alexander smiled, "what did you collect these frescoes for, like a professor of history?"

"When we have gathered all of Thoth's corpses, it will be troublesome to resurrect his magic...... Moreover, we do not know where the Lord of the Underworld, the great Horus, and the Lord of the Nile, hid their collection of corpses. ”

"Shouldn't there be a treasure map with all the places on it, as the story says, and the knight only needs to take the sword to clean up the monsters?"

Professor Alexander was so complacent about his jokes that he could barely stand up with a straight laugh.

"It's more like a high-level scavenger hunt...... "Magellan remembered a legendary hero, "You always have to find the key far away from the target to open the door to the temple." ”

"It sounds like a magic chess game that has been popular in Francie since last year, and I like it, even though I've never won. The old man shook his head and picked up a painting, "But it looks like you're pretty good at this game." ”

"That key isn't hard to find. ”

"Leave it to me. ”

When Magellan finished his last painting and began to put it in order, the historical advisor to the king of the world took over his work.

"You need time, you see, knights who can save the world will always ask a magician to help. ”

"Good luck. ”

......

"Your current thinking is dangerous. ”

The Countess stood at the bow of the ship, the murky waters of the Nile fading from the deck beneath her feet, the air was filled with the smell of Emunchet's own essence, and the shadows of the turbid and massive power left in the real world were slowly dissipating.

"What?"

"The Holy See is not something that one person can fight against. ”

"I never wanted to run to the Holy See alone. ”

"Really?"

"Meow. ”

Miss Betty had the same smile on her face as the countess, but with a lot of mockery.

"What's your plan?"

Magellan smiled and lifted the rod and threw a large fish into the bucket beside him.

"Meow!"

"Survive, figure out why the Holy See always wants to trouble me, and then do what the Holy See doesn't want me to do the most. ”

The Countess smiled and lowered the eager Miss Betty onto the deck.

"Has anyone ever told you that you always have the same look on your face when you lie? ”

"Ah......" Magellan sighed as he lifted the empty hook from the water, "well, I'm just...... Need a little time to plan......"

"Do you really think that the camel and the Holy See are for you?"

Magellan put his finger, cut by the tip of the hook, to his eyes and watched as the blood pooled and dripped down.

"Isn't it?"

"If you have no doubts about this problem, then perhaps I will support your plan against the Holy See. ”

Magellan smiled wryly and slipped a small shrimp on the hook and threw it out.

"I don't know ......"

"From the day I told the king of the world about my plan, the theologians of the Holy See declared me a heretic. The countess placed the large and heavy book in her hand on the round table, and then took a crystal dagger from the table.

"You, like most people who think they know the Holy See, know the Inquisition but not their true names of devils, know witch hunters but not the Grey Knight, look at this. ”

"What is this?"

Magellan took the crystal dagger and saw a line of lists on the blade.

"One of my most precious collections, comes from a Grey Knight who was powerful for his piety, a powerful weapon of the Holy See, far more sacred than the cross in the hands of most cardinals. ”

"Satan, Magellan, son of fallen God, sacrifice. ”

Holding on to read this sentence, Magellan burst into a wild laugh that contained no sarcasm, and he trembled like an old man in his old age.

"Look at the name in front of you. ”

"Helen ......"