"I'm really sorry, but it was an accident, who is that? Guests? Evelyn tried to distract the curator, and this time it worked out as she wished, and the curator immediately dealt with what seemed to be more trouble.

"I'm sorry for letting you see the joke, but you can see that there was a little accident in this museum, and now it must be closed for rectification! I'm glad to see young people like you who love Egyptian culture, but it's really not the time to receive guests. ”

The old curator said as he moved towards the position of the hardwood cane that he had thrown at him.

"Wow, magic wand?"

"What?"

The old curator's face stiffened, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

"Oh, I mean I can help clean up, soon." Wu Jie came out and said, "It may take a long time for the two of you to clean up here. ”

Evelyn forcibly added a presence to herself: "And it was really an accident. ”

"Listen Evelyn! The [Battle of Kadesh] in Syria destroyed by Ramses II, the son of Seti I, and that was called an accident, and it was clearly a disaster! Check out my library! Do you know why I'm leaving you here?! ”

"Uh, that's because"

"Because she's the reincarnation of a princess?"

Wu Jie was playful and asked loudly.

The old curator's expression froze suddenly, this sentence sounded like a joke to ordinary people, but for the old curator who was in a high position in the tomb keeper clan, this sentence had other meanings.

Although it may be a joke, the old curator did not dare to bet.

"Thank you for your compliments to me." Evelyn seemed to be very happy about Wu Jie's praise of her being a princess: "But reincarnation is unscientific, I"

"We're closing! I'll let her clean it up! No matter how much effort and time it takes her! The old curator grabbed Evelyn as if dragging her back: "And! I didn't keep you here because you were some princess reincarnation! It's not because you're the only one who knows how to code a book! It's because your parents sponsored the museum during their lifetime! That's why! May they rest in peace. ”

Evelyn didn't know what was wrong with the curator today, she was so rude, but in the next second, she didn't have the energy to care about this.

"I think it's a bit rude to ask a beautiful young lady to clean up such a big mess."

With Wu Jie's words and a crisp snap of his fingers, the fallen bookshelves in the library began to recover, and those scattered books floated in the air, and then returned to their places one by one.

"So, I think we can talk about it now, Curator Medigar of the Grave Keepers."

Ten minutes later, the curator's office.

"Who the hell are you? Is that magic? Is there really magic in this world? Can I learn? You are"

In the curator's office, everyone in the group holds a cup of hot tea.

"Evelyn! Get out! ”

Under the sharp scolding of the curator, Evelyn reluctantly gave up pestering Wu Jie and was kicked out of the office.

"I'm sorry, but she's my friend's child, both parents died when she was a child, and she is currently my student and staff at the library. Doing things is a little impulsive. Please taste it, my treasure of Oriental tea, unfortunately, it is popular in Europe to put milk or sugar cubes in tea, it is difficult to drink this kind of tea, these teas are still an occasional opportunity, I got it from a group of oriental travelers. ”

The old curator had already judged the two of them at this moment, and he couldn't see the appearance of being in a hurry to drive them out before, completely like an old friend of Lala's family.

"Curator Mediga, when will your people arrive?"

Curator Medica, who brought the tea to his mouth, froze, and Chu Xuan pierced the window paper with a word, saying the old curator's true intentions.

"You can tell I'm calling for help?"

The old curator clasped his hands slightly and asked expressionlessly.

"Isn't it hard to guess? We've all said you're from the Grave Keeper clan, so it's strange that you don't call for help in this situation, right? Wu Jie took the tea and drank it all, and after drinking it, he didn't forget to smack his lips, and commented: "Curator, first of all, we have no hostility, otherwise we wouldn't have spent so much time with you here, do you really think that the museum's defense can stop us?" If we really want to make a move on you, do you think we can stop my mental motivation? ”

"Motivation to read? That kind of spell? I can't stop it. The old curator nodded nondeniably and said, "There is no need for spell casting materials, no need for spell casting, no need for spell casting time. This kind of magic does not exist in my understanding. ”

"Doesn't exist?"

"Don't you know?" The old curator seemed to accept his fate, and he said slowly: "Spells, time, and spell casting materials, these are the necessary conditions for casting spells. ”

"Spells are the way to invoke magic, time is the process of waiting for magic to reverberate, and spellcasting materials can help us cast spells better. In ancient times, there were some powerful people who could use spellcasting materials without using spell casting materials, and the time could be shortened, but I never knew that spells didn't need spells to cast spells. ”

"Immorton too?"

When the name Immorton was spoken, the old curator stared at Wu Jie in front of him, his eyes full of hesitation.

"If you want to turn on toxin magic, my suggestion is okay, but it's not necessary." Wu Jie said without panic: "First of all, I have a special physique, not to say that I am invincible to all poisons, but at least I can resist most toxins, even magic toxins." ”

"Secondly, if I am really going to be poisoned, I can also detoxify it by taking out the internal organs."

Looking at the curator with a shocked face, Wu Jie asked with a smile, "Do you need me to demonstrate it to you?" ”

"No need."

The curator was completely out of control, although he still had difficulty accepting that a human (Wu Jie temporarily pinched his face) could perform this kind of physical detoxification, but he was sure that his [Apophis Fang] really had no effect on Wu Jie.

If Wu Jie would be harmed by this magic, then it would be impossible for him to drink the tea that was enshrined in the cup engraved with the Apophis totem under any circumstances under the premise that he already knew the magic.

"So, what exactly do you want to do?"

"I said, we're here to talk about cooperation." Chu Xuan pushed his glasses and said, "We will give you a condition that you can't refuse." ”

"Let's talk about it." The old curator didn't feel that there were any conditions that could make him, a person who had half a foot in the coffin, unable to refuse.

Chu Xuan twisted his head in the direction of the door and said loudly: "Help Egypt become independent, how." ”

(End of chapter)