Calvin grabbed Goran, who wanted to go straight into the chamber.

"You'd better be steady, there's no armor to help you stop the damage this time." Calvin said coldly to the goblin.

Golan, who had always been greedy for money, gasped, touched the hole in the armor on his chest, and silently retreated, standing behind Calvin.

Calvin walked to the final door of the chamber, a stone door covered in ancient Egyptian script.

Everyone on the archaeological team stood behind Calvin, wondering why this powerful foreign aid was staring at the final gate in a daze.

No one dared to disturb Calvin, whose performances along the way had proven his great strength and deep knowledge. Those dangerous murals and black fog that blocked the view, the archaeological team had nothing to do.

In the end, Golan the goblin got a little impatient, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and only gently reminded him, "Mr. Cape, Gringotts will not let you suffer in reward."

According to Golan's thoughts, Calvin must be thinking about how to get paid more, so he is stalling here.

Calvin ignored the noisy goblin and pressed his right hand on the stone door, the magic thread continuing to penetrate deeper behind the door.

The results of the Mana Silk Thread feedback told Calvin that there was no black magic behind the door, and there was no curse, but there was a powerful wave of magic power, which made Calvin hesitate.

"What's the problem?" Bascinda asked in a low voice when she saw Calvin put down her right hand.

"It doesn't seem like it's dangerous, but it's ......."

Calvin hesitated, his instincts telling him that there was something bad behind the door.

"You stand back." Calvin turned to the archaeological team behind him. His serious expression made many people feel wary, and he drew his wand and took a few steps back, and then added a lot of defensive spells to himself.

Calvin saw that everyone had retreated to a safe distance, so he drew his wand and pointed at the gap in the middle of the stone door. The dust on the gate shook off with a screeching sound, and the opening in the middle widened, followed by the sound of boulders rubbing against the ground.

As the boulder moved away completely, revealing the dark chamber, Calvin looked cautiously at the sticky chamber, summoned a fire dragon, and flew into the chamber.

The blue dragon fire illuminated the entire chamber, and in addition to the various gold and silver objects, Calvin's most eye-catching thing was undoubtedly the circular altar in the center of the chamber.

Calvin walked over to the altar and took a closer look at its structure.

On the altar stood a large statue with the head of a jackal, a humanoid body, and hands crossed in front of its chest, protecting a huge gem that was the source of strong magical fluctuations.

"Come in, nothing is dangerous except for the altar in the center."

When the archaeological team heard this, they swarmed into the secret room and began to rummage through the gold and silver artifacts scattered all over the place.

But Bassida was not attracted by the dazzling light, and went straight to Calvin's side, and accompanied him to see the statue of Anubis on the altar.

"Are you scared of this?" Bassida whispered in Calvin's ear with her upper body pressed against her upper body. ….

"Hmm," Calvin nodded, and replied equally softly, "yes, I can perceive the magic contained in that gem, the part I know the least, the magic of time. I've always stayed away from playing with time."

After Calvin finished speaking, he arranged several spells around the altar to prevent other members of the archaeological team from accidentally walking in, triggering the time magic sealed in the gem, causing unnecessary trouble.

Just after Calvin unleashed the last of his spells, the anomaly swerved, and the idol of Anubis suddenly turned into a pile of powder, only the gem shone with a magical green light in the powder.

Soon, a faint golden-red light also leaked out of the powder, overpowering the blue flames of the fire dragon.

Calvin and Bassida glanced at each other, and the two of them slowly stepped forward to check the pile of ashes. Calvin gently removed the pile of dust, dew

Out of the buried truth.

It's an egg. A golden and red egg that radiates a dazzling light.

Calvin's gaze was instantly fixed on it, and his greedy appearance was as good as that of a goblin.

Bascinda did not know the origin of the egg, and after one glance, she looked at the other ruins on the altar, and then she saw a stone slab.

"What is this?" Bassida asked.

Calvin's attention remained fixed on the dazzling golden egg, and it wasn't until Bastida nudged him that he turned his head to look at the stone slab that didn't fit in with the room.

"Phoenician." Calvin recognized the origin of the tablet at a glance, "But how could a tablet written in Phoenician be in a pyramid?"

Calvin, who had spent a long time in Eastern Europe and had a detailed study of Greek temples, quickly understood the contents of the slate.

"Ah, old acquaintance," Calvin said disdainfully, "the vile Helmao, who writes himself as an upright wizard hunted down by the evil Andros."

"It's all remarks that turn black and white upside down, his usual tricks." After a quick glance at the contents of the slate, Calvin shifted his gaze to the golden egg, holding his wand in his hand, constantly thinking about how to take the egg away.

"Golan, come on." Calvin summoned the goblins who swam in the gold and silver vessels, but his eyes refused to take his eyes off the golden eggs for a moment.

Reluctantly, Golan left the gold objects all over the floor, walked over to Calvin, and bowed respectfully, "Mr. Cape, is there something wrong?"

"I remember, my reward was to take something out of the chamber, and I wanted it." Calvin said, pointing to the golden egg.

Goran smiled slyly, "Of course, of course, this treasure is yours."

In fact, according to the regulations, Calvin can take two treasures from the secret room, but Calvin only offered to take one, and Golan naturally has no obligation to warn.

After Golan answered Calvin, his eyes were quickly drawn to another shining object on the altar, the gem that glowed with a faint green light.

The goblin climbed up to the altar, stared at the strange emerald, and sighed cautiously, gently rubbing it with the sleeve of his suit, and made a greedy voice: "Oh my God, such an ancient and complete gem, I smell the smell of time, it is the fragrance of the precipitation of time."

After speaking, he took out a fairy-specific identification instrument from his pocket and wanted to determine the specific age of the gem.

Calvin soon noticed Golan's unusual behavior and tried to stop the reckless goblin, but it was too late.

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Sher Spirit Tortoise