"Teacher, welcome back! Your lunch break room is always cleaned by a maid, and everything remains as it is! ”

"Thank you, Dean...... Well? ”

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"Teacher, what's wrong?"

"My ......"

"What's wrong with your piano? I'll see, well, Aunt Maggie wiped it clean. The archon's youngest son plucked the strings, "The tone is still so crisp." ”

"No, nothing." Thorough did not mention it again. In fact, it wasn't the same one he had used two months earlier when he was studying with the musicians, its body was made of lustrous rosewood, with delicate honeysuckle patterns carved into it, and the strings weren't of ordinary metal—there was some spirituality left on them to the eyes of the peeping eye. Thoth traced the information a little, and found that it was made of the silk of the widow spider, and it took about fifteen processes to twist those untraceable silk threads into a strand as thick as the strings, during which countless manpower and material resources were spent, but the strings made would not wear out after fifty years, which can be described as the best of the pianos.

Although he didn't spend his own money, the thought of the astronomical amount made Thoth feel the pain of cutting his flesh. After a moment's deliberation, He cautiously asked, "Where did this come from?" ”

There was a small grunt in the air, and the little Miko appeared on the bed, shaking her little feet without shoes.

"My father gave it to me, and in exchange, I went and captured two spirit marauders." Xiao Miko bit her lip in displeasure, "You don't think I'm going to lie about such a trivial matter, do you?" ”

After quietly casting "Pinocchio", and then finding that the little one's nose did not get longer, Thoth blinked weakly, "I just think this piano is very precious...... Probably one of the most expensive things I've ever received in my life. ”

It's a vague phrase, but it's true. The little god looked a little happier, and said almost a little brightly, "Do you think this is something that can be exchanged for a bunch of gold coins or extraordinary materials?" This is a sacrificial artifact, which cannot be sold, and will only be given to some of the father's devout people under extremely rare circumstances, and it will take a lot of troublesome paperwork to prove it...... Why does your face look so bad? ”

"Well, I'm not going to be caught in jail for possessing a holy artifact, am I?"

"Why should you, a true god, be afraid of such a trivial matter?" The little god son was almost laughed at angrily, "Father stipulated that no carvings should be added to the holy vessels, so I made a pattern on them to distinguish them. ”

"Thank you, I love it."

Thoth touched His head as usual, but the little Divine Son was not happy, and he stopped talking, and stopped talking for a while, and opened his mouth, but said nothing.

The budding humanity and a few days of observation made Amon aware of some facts that were still difficult to understand: although Thoth was still as gentle, open-minded, and even talkative as before when he spoke to others, he was silent almost dead when he was alone, either in a daze with his eyes open, or sleeping with his eyes closed, or burying his head in writing—writing something that no one could understand, often sitting for more than ten hours at a time, writing until the tip of the pen was sharpened and repaired, writing until the inkwell was full and empty, and the manuscript was getting more and more tired at hand. The sun outside the window was getting lower and lower, and the day went by.

Thoth had even forgotten to eat, but he had clearly loved to eat before.

He forgot the sweet coconut water, the smoking grilled fish, the crunchy fried potatoes, and the colorful fresh fruits in the refrigerator.

Miko suddenly felt scared.

"Yao Shun is after the yellow background, and its capital is in Taiyuan. Taiyuan and Zhuolu are both in the domain of Jizhou, which shows that they are also Hebei ethnic groups...... Yao reigned for 70 years, old and tired, and wanted to give way to Siyue. Siyue resigned. Yao ordered to raise nobles and alienate hidden people, so everyone told Yao with Yu Shun...... When Yao ruled, there was a flood. Yao asked the public, and the people raised the cang, and Yao made the cang. Nine years and success, is to die and use his son Yu ......"

"The Xia Dynasty passed on the seventeen masters, according to the estimation of later generations, a total of more than 400 years. "Historical Records" has a saying: After Yu has the world, Gao Tao is recommended to be in the sky, and it is planned to grant it a position, and Gao Tao is a beneficiary and a government. Yu's son Qixian, the princes did not return to the benefit but to Qi, and Qi succeeded to the throne of the Son of Heaven......"

Ancient knowledge rises and falls like a tide, and things that have been dormant for a long time also awakens.

The dim light in the white tower began to distort, and shadows in strange costumes appeared between the bookshelves, tables and chairs, some bowing to the fullest, some determined to die, some holding wine to the wind, and some roaming the world...... The sound full of different emotions drowned out the rustle of the pen tip rubbing the paper, some sighed because of the gathering and dispersion, some reprimanded because of the reversal of black and white, some cried because of the heaven and the earth, and some laughed proudly......

"The Shang Dynasty flourished in the West...... Not. ”

The grotesque visions shook for a moment before vanishing.

The Angel climbed onto the table and tried to feed the hermit, re-stuffing the bitterness into the shell. Thoth was stunned for a moment, but didn't dodge.

Everything seemed to have returned to its original peace, and he began to work and rest as usual, and under his careful tutelage, another son of the consul shone at the sports day, and he officially said goodbye to the family at the banquet at the end of the year, and his piano skills became fluent and perfect under the long practice, and he gradually became familiar with the kings of angels, and got along quite well, and he always gave Ulorius a little good luck in return.

The angel has also changed from a small mass to a tall one, with a slender feeling that the muscles of an adolescent cannot keep up with the growth rate of bones, and perhaps in another two or three years, he will be able to overpower him.

But there will always be a day when history will be written.

The bright five-star red flag slowly rose on the tower of Tiananmen Square, and the crowd erupted into thunderous cheers, the glory of the emperor has passed, the shame of secession has been washed away, the wounds of war have healed, and a new history has begun.

Thoth drew a final stop on the page, and all the manuscript paper was stored on one of the bookshelves in the White Tower.

While painting under the bitter orange tree, Ulorius suddenly realized that no one would bring fruit to eat today.

The sea breeze puffed up the sails of the ships and led the travelers from the docks of the Giant's Court to the northern continent.