Chapter 217 Allies?

Night, Cairo Museum.

Qi Tengyi and Chu Xuan stayed up all night. The former spent all his sleep and food absorbing the knowledge from the ancient books collected by the old curator, and the latter spent all his sleep and food absorbing the knowledge from the old curator.

Chu Xuan understands ancient Egyptian. Even if he doesn't understand it, the Lord God has corresponding teaching materials. After studying the Lord God's materials several times, Chu Xuan almost understands it.

The only problem lies in the discrepancy between the mythology and history of this world and the world he knows. Qi Tengyi focuses on mythology and is currently studying mythology books, while Chu Xuan focuses on history and is responsible for mobilizing "power".

In this process, the old curator is the best teacher.

The old director is not an ordinary person. He can become the director of the Cairo Museum. In addition to being a priest of the Tomb Keeper clan and having the support of a group of local snakes like the Tomb Keeper clan, he himself has also been in the academic world during these years. A little bit of a reputation.

To put it simply, the old curator once served as a teaching professor in the Department of Archeology of the University of Cambridge, focusing on ancient Egyptian civilization. He is still an honorary professor of the University of Cambridge, and often publishes some papers to gain popularity in the international academic community and prepare for the future. needs.

"I'm not interested in those reputations, but I have to earn them." The old curator talked about this and smiled bitterly: "Compared to a priest who looks like a magic stick, he is also an honorary professor at the University of Cambridge. International Academic Forum , a well-known scholar who studies ancient Egyptian civilization and has even more international influence.”

"If what happened in your country happened in Cairo, my identity might still be able to play some role." The old curator took out a photo album, which contained photos of him with many scholars and nobles: "I I really hate those gatherings. I like silence by nature, which is also a prerequisite for becoming a priest. It is difficult for people who cannot be quiet to meditate for a long time. But in order to accumulate contacts, I have to go to them, and I have continued to do so for many years. I am accumulating contacts just so that if something unexpected happens one day, the contacts I have accumulated can be of some use, even if it is only a little bit useful.”

"Over the years, my efforts have produced some results, such as this museum."

"If you use your Eastern terminology, half of the exhibition halls in this museum were donated by me, hahaha."

Under the dim light, the hearty laughter of the old curator was full of bitterness.

"You are a true patriot." Chu Xuan looked at the group photo in the album and said: "As an ordinary person, you have done your best in everything you can do. In the face of the general trend of history, ordinary people want to The only outcome of blocking is to be crushed. This is your limit.”

"What about you?" The old curator sighed and suddenly asked, "Where is your country?"

"We will go, but not now." Chu Xuan's answer was very direct: "We are not from this world, and the history of this world is different from the history I am familiar with, so I need you to help me analyze these ”

"Not this world? Are you the dead? Are you from the underworld?" The old director opened his mouth and directly connected to the underworld: "But you look almost like normal people?"

"It doesn't matter where we come from. No matter who we are, I don't think you would mind trading with us."

"Yeah, even if you are Immorton, I don't mind."

The old curator's thinking changes very quickly. Although he is very old, this old man who is over fifty years old has no stubbornness and perseverance at all. His moral bottom line has become extremely flexible at this moment.

"As long as I can do everything you said, even if I am asked to become a monk for Immorton, I will admit it. Times have changed. God can no longer protect his people, so we have to find ways to survive on our own. I am I lived in London for a long time and traveled to most countries in Europe. During the travels, the thinking and viewpoints I developed within my family constantly collided with the new ideas from the outside world. In the process, I realized that the outside world How much has changed.”

"God exists."

"But God is not omnipotent."

"When the gods are unable to protect us, we must learn to be self-reliant and self-reliant."

The old curator continued: "Our ancestors swore an oath to protect Hamna Tower from generation to generation, prevent Immorton from resurrecting, and prevent the Scorpion Emperor from resurrecting. To be honest, that's enough. Unfortunately, within the clan, Those guys are all a bunch of old antiques. Ads is obviously so young, but his thoughts are so stubborn."

"Human thoughts will change under the influence of the environment. Although it has some relationship with age and innate genetic factors, the environmental factors are greater." Chu Xuan took out a notebook and said: "We will meet in three days Let’s go to your tribe’s territory, and your tribe’s elders will definitely agree to our plan.”

"It's hard to say." The old curator had different opinions on Chu Xuan's plan: "Although Ades may agree, our tribe is still managed by those old guys after all. Since I am not in the tribe all year round, I don't have much real power. , I, together with Ades and a few priests, do not have the final say in the tribe.”

"You may want to convince others with force, but you are an outsider and don't understand the creed we have adhered to for thousands of years. They will not die even if they die."

Speaking of this, the old curator was suddenly shocked.

He looked at Chu Xuan. Under the dim light, Chu Xuan's figure was shrouded in light and shadow, and the eye lenses on the bridge of his nose reflected a strange light.

"You! Are you planning to?! No! I won't allow it!"

"Calm down, curator, don't be so nervous." Chu Xuan's voice was like a devil, corroding the curator's mind: "I will not allow such a huge force as the Gravekeeper to be destroyed easily. We are allies."

"Allies. Hahaha. Oh, forget it! I am willing to trade with Imhotep, what else can I not dare to do?" The old curator closed the album on the table with trembling hands and said, "If things really develop to that point"

"No, we are allies." Chu Xuan pushed his glasses and said, "It won't become that situation. You can rest assured about this."

At this time, Wang Xia walked into the Cairo Museum with a man.

"Chu Xuan, the people have been brought here."

"Thank you, Wang Xia." Chu Xuan nodded slightly to Wang Xia and said, "You can go and rest next. There is a place to rest in the museum. There won't be any accidents tonight."

"Now, let's have a good talk." Chu Xuan extended a hand to the unrestrained O'Connor: "Mr. O'Connor, a former captain of the French Foreign Legion, who went to Hamunaptra and crossed the desert to escape."