In fact, the Emenkai people's reverence for domestic cats has always been difficult to find a reasonable explanation. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info"The old man was the historical advisor to the king of the world, and he clearly enjoyed this rare trip," the people who lived on the banks of the Nile were willing to bow to the kittens and offer them food, but no one knew why. ”

"I remember that in ancient times Emanchet there were lions. ”

"Yes. Professor Alexander the Francis nodded excitedly, pleased with Magellan's acuity, "It's hard to say why the Emenchet fear the house cat and ignore the lion altogether." So in the opinion of many people, including me, the statement that domestic cats have replaced the status of lions is well worth studying. ”

"Meow!"

The kitten seemed to really understand their conversation, and protested loudly in the countess's arms, only to draw a laugh from Professor Alexander.

"I remember a professor who studied Provençal goats telling me that all animals domesticated by humans are by nature social beings. In this respect, domestic cats are particularly different, their wild relatives are loners, and these noble little things rarely show dependence on their owners. ”

As he spoke, the professor took a small piece of cheese from the table and handed it to the kitten.

"I don't think what he said makes any sense, haha!"

......

The Countess was sincerely respected and welcomed in this very little-known town, for she was a friend of the King of the World.

It's a perfect place to go, with everything you need to travel in the desert, sail on the Nile, and easily reach any part of Emunquet, and that's why the Countess's home base is here.

Most of the city is flat-roofed sandstone houses with small windows and skylights on the roofs, and the bazaar is always deserted, but you can always buy what you want.

Magellan felt like it was here.

The Countess brought with her a large expedition, including Professor Alexander, a well-known cuneiform expert, several experts in ancient Emanchet magic of unknown origin, and a large number of students from the Royal Academy of History.

It was a team of these people who helped the Countess locate the Temple of Isis, but until now, they still had no idea that the Countess was looking for a dead god.

Still, they can deduce a lot of things.

"There is still some kind of terrifying power left in this kitten, ancient and powerful, we don't know if it's a curse or a blessing......"

While the countess's magical adviser reported these conclusions to her, the kitten was standing in Magellan's palm looking at his expressionless face.

The countess said nothing, and the magician, wrapped in black robes, left silently.

"Where is our next destination?"

Magellan walked over to the table, put his palms on the table, and the kitten gracefully wagged its tail onto the table, crouching next to the illusory Sphinx.

The countess smiled and looked down at the yellow map of Emenchet that hung above the table, and nodded at a place.

It was somewhere deep in the yellow sands to the west, distant, dangerous.

"Storm God Seth ......"

Magellan looked down at the map on the table and stretched out a hand through the illusory sandstorm.

"There's a question, did the camel really resurrect a mummy?"

"They have come to a conclusion. ”

Magellan was visibly surprised, the countess had warned him not to tell anyone what they were doing, and he had thought that the expedition without key clues would not be able to get answers.

"The resurrection mummy is the ancient magic of Emenchet that has been lost. ”

"So just before resurrecting a magician who could recite the Book of the Dead, Camel already had a magic advisor......"

Then the answer is obvious.

"Holy See ......"

Magellan shook his head in silence, for the first time he felt that he had provoked a wanderer who would never give up, and at the same time he remembered the Count of Monte Cristo once again.

"What would the king of the world think?"

She was glad to see the hounds chasing their prey, and followed a vicious dog that had barked at her. ”

"He is truly the king of the world. ”

The kitten stretches its back on the table, lies down to fully match itself with the illusory Sphinx, and makes a swaggering cry.

"Meow!"

The countess smiled and hugged the kitten: "Don't worry, the Holy See doesn't dare to make a move on me." ”

"You're right. What about Sandstorm?"

The storm god Seth, whose temple is located deep in the desert, at the source of a black sandstorm, is said to be a brutal and powerful god who loves to gallop across the desert and bring terrifying sandstorms when his armies run wild.

No one knew how to reach his temple, and there were many warriors who wished to be blessed by the god of war and walked into the desert alone, but no one ever returned.

"They happened to have recreated an ancient ritual of sacrifice, and we could try it. ”

"Hopefully that still works. ”

"Yes. ”

The countess's faith did not infect Magellan, the gods had left, Seth's death was a definite fact, and the so-called sacrifice could not have succeeded without the protection of the gods.

But Magellan set off with the countess anyway.

At the cat's insistence, they took the little ball with them, and the countess's magical advisor believed that the black cat could insulate malicious magic.

So after leaving the town, they began to sacrifice.

One evening, singing the psalms from the Book of the Dead, the temporary priest painted ten camels in black.

The process of the sacrifice had been altered as much as possible to make it less bloody, but still unpleasant, but it didn't seem like the countess reacted much, and Magellan didn't say anything.

Then the ten black camels were freed and disappeared into the cold night of the desert.

Magellan breathed in the dry, icy air and pulled the scarf around his neck high to cover his mouth and nose.

"Gone. ”

He jumped on the camel and spoke in a sullen voice.

"Let's go. ”

"Meow. ”

The countess wore a veil and carried the black cat in her arms and sat in a silver shuttle boat.

It was a streamlined and delicate creation, which could only seat one passenger, with wings stretched out on both sides, suspended in the air in the power of the essence, and the patterns infected by the essence were brilliant and complex, contrasting with the large pieces of silver and white on the shell, noble and elegant.

The essence gushed out, rushing out of the air with vague ripples, like the Milky Way in the night sky, and then dissipated.

Their destination is an unknown oasis where Magellan will track down ten camels, a gift to the bloodthirsty gods, and no one knows if they will reach their destination.