"But how dare the camels be sure that I will feel that there is no trap here?"

"But how dare you be sure that the camels are not sure that you think there are no traps here?"

For a moment, Magellan lost consciousness, and there were pale golden spots of light burning in front of his eyes, which could not be dissipated for a long time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I ......"

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as hard as if he had swallowed a whole frog.

"You got that out of the way. ”

The countess said and raised her right hand.

"No, magic doesn't do much in this situation," Magellan shook his head, "and keep it for Anubis." ”

"I hope so. ”

"Meow. ”

Miss Betty glanced at Magellan, expressed her usual disdain with a cry, and then turned to a threatening roar at a turquoise serpent as it was about to flee.

The kitten is busy taking care of her huge team of toys, all of which are "dangerous items" that Magellan has found in the traps of camels Some of them were jars of highly poisonous or corrosive liquids that Miss Betty had to carry around with her own hands, and some of them were brightly colored small animals, some of which understood the danger of a cat, so the black cat only had to bark its teeth and growl, while the other part was not, so she had to run around and put her little paws on the restless little animals' backs again and again, so that they would understand that the attempt to escape from here was doomed to be in vain.

Magellan placed his right hand on the lid of the small hole, and held the removed part of the trap with his left hand, making sure that the deadly trap would not be triggered.

The lid is a wooden board with a hole in it, and inside it will be a poisonous animal, depending on the size of the hole, it should be a small poisonous snake or bug.

Miss Betty would love it.

"I really think now that Miss Betty is a god, and that all animals have a fear of bright colors hidden in their instincts, but she doesn't seem to have them at all. ”

"It's amazing that you actually noticed that. ”

"Meow. ”

The Countess's exaggerated tone and Miss Betty's voice went hand in hand, and they seemed pleased to have the opportunity to despise Magellan together in this matter.

"Ha ......"

Magellan closed the lid again with lightning speed.

"It's good, good luck, no venom spray, no poison gas, a good start is half the battle......"

"There's a scarab here. ”

The countess frowned: "Are you sure?"

Something invisible began to spread, like the black river flowing beneath the ice on a cloudy winter afternoon.

It was restless cold, dead madness.

"Meow. ”

Miss Betty makes no secret of her excitement, at least in her opinion, it would be a fun pet.

"The doppelganger of Anubis, the messenger of Osiris, the scarab ......"

It was a very dangerous animal, and the ancient Emankai people were in awe of it, because the scarab beetle was often Anubis itself - it could send a person's soul on an eternal journey.

Few people can describe this animal calmly and objectively, and in the tombs of ancient Emanchet, on the walls of temples, countless poems written in cuneiform describe it with dreamlike frenzies, praise it, but not a single word is used to describe it.

"Well, it's my trouble......"

The countess stretched out a hand and began to recite a long verse.

The Emankai have always used only one way to deal with scarabs, and that is to pray.

Magellan opened the lid and stepped aside.

With the voice of the countess, a large black beetle crawled out of the hole.

It was an ordinary-looking insect, and Magellan almost saw it as a small pit in the rock face because of the darkness in the cave. But some invisible shadow in the air constantly reminded Magellan that there was a monster in front of him that was indistinguishable from a god.

The incantation was long, like a poem or something, and the countess sounded more like a chant, the sound of which went far along the cave on one side and dissipated into the endless grotto on the other.

Time seems to have frozen.

"Meow ......"

Finally, the beetle fell asleep.

The countess lowered her right hand, and for a moment Magellan felt that the cave was so dark that it was impossible to see anything.

"It's a very precious gift, very ......"

The Countess picked up the beetle from the ground, and now the creature had been sealed in a layer of gold, just like the scarab amulets that the ancient Emankai people loved.

"I'll go see if there's a trap at the entrance of the cave. ”

......

The confrontation between the Count and the Priest gives the camel the illusion that he is in a myth.

He couldn't help but imagine that the gods still lived on the earth in ancient times, they were huge and terrifying, looking down on humans like ants in their hands, controlling the fate of the world, and when war broke out between them......

The camel shook his head and gave up his illusions, he couldn't imagine such a scene.

But he felt that the scene in front of him should at least be close.

The priest of Horus was a strong Emanchet, covered in gold ornaments, holding a falcon-headed staff, and emitting a strong light that was impossible to look at, like a sun.

And the Count who faced the Eimonkhet magician was like a sandstorm, surrounded by sand and dust, struggling to support himself in the light.

Perhaps the legendary war between Horus and Seth was such a scene, where the gods fought to decide the outcome of the war, and beneath their feet, a tidal wave of mortal armies collided with each other and annihilated......

The camel shook his head again, and he felt that he had had so many unnecessary conjectures today, because the light was too dazzling in the night.

The patrolmen were all lying on the ground, dead like chickens slaughtered.

The camel felt that this was not a metaphor, but a real fact.

No matter what happens, a person will always have self-esteem, believe that he will live, or die with dignity, and the truth is that a dead person, when he dies, is probably sad to die, not much better than a domestic animal.

Thinking so, the camel laughed self-deprecatingly.

If the Count could not defeat the priest, the camel would die as quickly and without resistance as the corpse in front of him. That might not be pitiful, because it's probably scary.

The sand was burning, and it was visible to the naked eye that the sand on the periphery of the sandstorm that enveloped the Count and the camel was melting, dripping on the ground like running water, and then making the sound of drops dripping on the fire.

"What do you need me to do?"

The camel felt unbearably stupid the moment he said this.

"Stand here, or I can't guarantee your safety. ”

“...... As you wish. ”