The Spirit World

Chapter 694 Archaeologist
"Are you ready, Tang Zilong?" Pylos knocked gently on Tang Zilong's door.

After the door opened, Tang Zilong scratched his messy hair and squinted one eye to glance at the waiting Pylos.

Pylos leaned forward and tried to open the door, but was slapped by Tang Zilong.

"What?" Pylos looked at the crack in the door with grievance, and saw the golden light shining inside.

Pylos looked around like a giraffe, but was blocked by Tang Zilong and could not see anything.

"What are you doing?! What's so shameful?" Pylos straightened his posture and faced Tang Zilong's serious face: "Didn't do it? It doesn't matter if you didn't do it. I'm going to Wenti County. I have to tell you that you should go to the Eagle Team for dinner. I have talked to the new captain there. You can go directly to eat."

"Ah? I don't like the food there..." Tang Zilong looked into Pylos' eyes. Pylos was still looking inside, occasionally tiptoeing to look inside: "It's okay if Skarner is here. If Skarner wants to follow you to Wenti County, I won't go."

The corners of Pylos' mouth curled up, knowing what Tang Zilong was thinking.

He didn’t finish it in one day. This little genius was still showing off the day before yesterday. Hahaha, today he wouldn’t even let me see it.

"I thought you would say that. The food at Grandma Wang's is okay. I have also greeted her. You should go on time to eat, otherwise Grandma Wang will scold me. You also know that she doesn't like to wait for others too long." Seeing that Tang Zilong did not deliver the magic gun, Pylos could only turn around and leave: "It doesn't matter if the gun is not made. Even if there is no Skarner, I have visited many tombs."

"It's done...you can use it." Tang Zilong threw a gun from his hand, and Pylos stretched out his hand and gently caught it. Looking left and right, he found that the gold was not golden gold, but a black metal with a silver luster.

The entire gun glowed black, but without the golden light of the spiritual power source core. Perhaps it was embedded inside, and it seemed to be just the right weight.

"What? From the sound of your voice, it doesn't sound like a finished product... Can it really be used?" Pylos knew Tang Zilong too well. If it was truly completed, he would definitely come out happily to announce it. Being shy is very unlike him.

"Just use it with confidence. I'm just worried that the lack of experiments and accurate data will cause a deviation in power. Be careful not to hurt yourself." Tang Zilong frowned: "This is no longer a simple bolt-action firearm... The magic bullet engraved inside may be able to... kill a cow..."

"That's not bad... a bull is much stronger than me." Pylos smiled, facing the wound to the floor and keeping his finger away from the trigger.

"Don't say that to people... I won't eat at Grandma Wang's house either. I'll cook for myself." Tang Zilong scratched his head again, looking at the gun in Pylos' hand. His mouth twisted from left to right, and no one knew what he was struggling with.

"You can cook?" Pylos looked even happier than when he saw the magic gun.

"Don't worry."

"Don't blow up my kitchen." Pylos turned around: "I have to come back to eat... This is my home... I'm leaving..."

Pylos went downstairs quickly and looked around at the magic gun. Since ancient times, bolt-action guns have had no presence in the magic world. Although they were glorious for a while, their development has stagnated. They can't even penetrate magic shields, let alone special magic shields.

Tang Zilong stood in the corridor, staring at Pylos' back with both eyes.

"Come back alive, Pylos... my first test subject."

Tang Zilong closed the door, and Pylos looked back slowly and put the gun into his pocket.

"Skana, let's go. We've dealt with this. This kid doesn't know how to eat with the Eagles. He said he wants to cook for himself. Won't he starve to death?" Pylos supported himself with one hand on the escalator of his house, jumped out and landed at the bottom. He pulled up his backpack with one hand and put on the cowboy hat on his head from the table with the other hand. Skana stood at the door and watched him walk over quickly.

"Cooking is not difficult. When I'm really hungry, I can always cook, so I won't starve to death." Skarner put the sword at his waist and smiled: "So, you let Wang Po cook for him?"

"Did you hear that?" Pylos smiled, closed the door, and put the key under the floor tiles in front of the door.

"You know what, Grandma Wang really can impress Tang Zilong. Tang Zilong likes the pumpkin porridge she makes. Hahahaha." Pylos called the coachman under the apple tree to come over.

"Malos, go to Wenti County." Pylos jumped onto the carriage and got in.

"Yes, sir!" The coachman pulled the reins, and Skarner jumped onto the carriage and lowered his body to get in.

"Master Pylos, you went to Wenti County. What kind of big tomb did you find?" Malos and Pylos knew each other. Pylos opened the curtain in the carriage, looked at Malos climbing on the seat rail, and raised his eyebrows: "Eh... I don't know whether it's a big tomb or not, but you'll know when you get there. I heard it's really difficult..."

"You are going to Wenti County this time. There is Longxu Gong there. Can't he deal with the evil spirit in the tomb?" Malos turned around and quickly ran towards the city gate with Pylos and Skarner.

"You have a huge misunderstanding of my profession, Malos. I am an archaeologist, not a Taoist priest or an adventurer who hunts monsters. I am here to record history, copy documents, and protect cultural relics..." Pylos straightened his hat and said, "There are only some mechanisms in the tomb... The real troublemakers are usually those guys from the Explorers' Association."

With the trees behind him, Pylos returned to the car and muttered quietly, "I hope we won't be beaten to the punch this time."

"It's over, Master Pylos. As soon as you say this, someone else will get there first." Malos cracked the whip, and the horse ran quickly, leaving all the carriages behind.

"It's actually too late. I received the news three days ago... If we set out today, someone else will definitely get there first..." Pylos took out his backpack and placed it on the floor of the carriage.

"So what are you going to do this time?" Malos whipped the horse again, making it neigh.

"It doesn't matter if it's late. I don't want any buried treasure." Pylos took out a map, which showed the entire Wenti County. It was also the place they were going to.

"Besides, not everyone can crack the secrets of the cemetery. I am interested in studying history, not treasures. Protecting cultural relics is not my job. I can only protect cultural relics while recording history as much as possible. If I encounter a powerful tomb robber, I will not be able to escape..."

"That's because Master Pylos hasn't encountered a treasure that's worth paying for yet... If you encountered a treasure that could change the world, maybe you would always hope to be the first to discover it?"

Malos smiled softly, looking at the birds flying by. His carriage seemed to be driven by the wind. It turned out that Malos used the magic of wind element to create wind for the whole carriage and horses, lifting the whole carriage into flight.

"I don't have such a grand vision..." Pylos put a book on the right, looked up at Skarner who remained silent and said, "Don't you want to make any preparations? I may have to take you to the cemetery..."

"Do I need to prepare anything?" Skarner frowned.

He sat in front of Pylos, his black windbreaker fluttering in the wind, always making him look as handsome as a prince from an oil painting.

"Most of it is psychological preparation, such as the tomb will collapse, there will be no oxygen, and you will encounter traps and cannot escape... You need to be fully prepared mentally. You never know when you will die."

Pylos shrugged his shoulders, his golden eyes filled with Skarner's smile.

"And you died?"

"I'm not dead..."

"That's it..."

"..." Pylos didn't know what to say to the other newbie in the tomb. It might not be that easy to scare Skarner, the former captain of the Flying Eagles.

"My mentor wrote a book specifically about taphonomy." Pylos put a book in the carriage.

"Burial Science?" Skarner stared at the words above. It was not about burial science, but a novel called "Hulahoya Magic Academy". This novel has been serialized in ten volumes, and this is the tenth volume.

Skarner still had some impression of this book, because Pylos had started reading the first volume of this novel when he was in school. This was a book about a small story that happened in a magic school, which was probably about four handsome men with different personalities chasing four beautiful girls with different personalities...

I don’t know what author it is, but he has been writing for more than ten years and still hasn’t finished it. Why is it so difficult to have a relationship?
"Is this written by your master? Burial Science?" Skarner took out the book and looked at the cover. A beautiful blonde girl was hugging a black-haired boy, looking at each other lovingly. The cover was made of a colored portrait, and the people on the cover looked at each other and shed tears.

"No... the book was taken away by a cat..." Pylos took out another water cup, put a few biscuits next to it, leaned against the wall, took the Hula-Houya School of Magic in Skarner's hand, and slowly flipped through it, eating a biscuit with one hand.

"We are not going to rob tombs, but to do archaeology... If you understand this, then take a good rest... Skarner, fighting and killing are too dangerous for archaeologists."

"I thought that when you were doing archaeology alone, you always..." Skarner was a little shocked by Pylos' calmness.

He originally wanted to follow Pylos, as Pylos needed a strong bodyguard. But when he saw Pylos leisurely letting him take a rest, his mind was filled with doubts.

Sometimes, he stared at the blonde woman in the book of Hula-Hoo in Pylos's hand, and couldn't help wondering, aren't archaeologists supposed to protect cultural relics and fight tomb robbers?
"Always what?" Pylos ate a biscuit in one bite and gulped down some water. He even took some juice from his backpack.

"Always... at least you should be serious..." Skarner's expression was as if he had eaten something disgusting. He was a little stunned by the fact that Pylos was eating in such an unprofessional manner.

"I'm serious..." Pylos didn't understand Skarner's misunderstanding.

"But you eat here." Skarner tapped the cover of the novel with his fingers.

"I'm not a tomb robber. Besides, I won't have time to eat while we're digging. Let's eat first." Pylos was also smart. He guessed what Skarner meant. He straightened his tilted cowboy hat and said, "Don't be fooled by the magic table. Those are just made-up stories. Normal archaeology is very boring. Digging, blowing sand, and piecing together cultural relics. I don't want to do piecing together cultural relics. There's also record keeping, literature review, and text translation. They're all boring jobs. How can they be as exciting as the stories made up by the magic table..."

"Oh~" Skarner also sat up straight, leaning against Pylos. "That's not the case. Sometimes I run into a lot of trouble. For example, tomb robbers covet the artifacts I assembled and come back to ask for them. I'll be in a lot of trouble. That's when you can step in."

Pylos finished eating the biscuits and said, "Now, I am just eating normally. I am not full. When we get to the Wenti County cemetery, I will eat in advance. Otherwise, I don't think I can stand squatting there digging for an hour."

"How long will it take? To Wenti County?" Skarner gradually understood the difference between tomb robbing and archaeology. Tomb robbers don't care about digging the soil, while archaeology studies history. Tomb robbers don't care about the value of cultural relics. They may only need to know how much cultural relics are worth in their entire lives.

Pylos is a serious archaeologist. Does he need to rush to the scene as soon as possible? Yes, but it is not necessary.

What could he do? The tomb robbers had already fled, so he went to clean up the remaining things that the tomb robbers could not take away - civilization and history.

Some precious metals and rare treasures are simply not worth the value of a civilization. As an archaeologist, Pylos does not fight with tomb robbers, nor does he catch tomb robbers.

"Although the magic platform portrays tomb robbing as very exciting, in fact, most of the tombs that have emerged from the ground are tombs that collapsed due to robbery or were exposed by geological activities. Archaeologists are irresponsible for discovering tombs and forcing archaeological excavations. Do you understand, Scana?" Pylos pursed his lips and took another sip of water.

"That's really a thankless task..." Skarner was always calm and at ease when talking to Pylos, just like a normal person, but he still felt obviously uncomfortable because the coachman Malos was outside the door.

"Eh? If you have this idea, you shouldn't be an archaeologist. I'm afraid you won't be able to let go of the treasures you find. Although there are some people like this in the Explorers' Association, generally speaking, everyone is willing to hand them over and share them so that everyone can understand the history of the cultural relics."

After hearing what Skarner said, Pylos became much more serious.

"Is history more important than buried treasures?" Skarner looked at Professor Pylos like a primary school student, waiting for him to answer his questions: "Isn't the purpose of building a tomb to bury treasures?"

"You are totally wrong, Skarner." Pylos shook his finger and looked at Skarner's puzzled eyes with conviction: "History is more important than treasures. People without history and past are like they have never existed. Humans invented writing and recorded books to fold history for modern people to read. If we forget history and lose civilization, let alone our descendants, even the meaning of language will be lost over time."

"What do you mean?" Student Skana became interested, crossed his legs and sat upright.

"For example, I once visited a small tribe where people are still babbling. No one can understand what they are saying, let alone communicating. Even they themselves cannot understand the stone tablets carved by their ancestors, let alone books." Pylos smoothed his long blond hair under his cowboy hat.

"Maybe it's because... because there's no need to understand? Or, there's no need to understand?" Skarner watched Pylos stroke his hair.

"You must be joking, classmate Skarner. The stone tablet was placed in a corner of the village. I understood a little bit based on the hieroglyphics. It was their law... I clearly remember a curled-up word on it. It was curled up like a worm. Guess what that word is?"

"The word worm?"

"No."

"Scroll character?"

“Closer…”

"Running word?"

"It is a kind of criminal law. If we must translate it, it is actually three words: the punishment of wrapping and throwing."

“How do you translate one word into three words?”

"Because I saw with my own eyes that they wrapped a person who had committed a crime completely with layers of straw mats made of weeds, then hung the person up and smashed him down heavily. The words that were rolled up were the pictographic characters of this kind of punishment..."

"Is that man dead?"

Skarner was also a little surprised.

"You... guess?" Pylos raised his eyebrows. He didn't know that this would surprise Skarner.

"They are still using such primitive punishment methods? Are they ancient people?"

"Of course they are not ancient people, but they have no way to pass on their own civilization. I heard that it is just their migration place. At a certain time, they stayed outside for a long time and migrated back. Their customs were preserved, but the writing is completely incomprehensible... They still roast meat by the fire... without any seasoning, and even have all kinds of weird intermarriages... If it were put on the magic station, their family story could be broadcast until the next century..."

Pylos shook his head.

"How do you know?" Skarner was a little skeptical about this question.

"A local hunter told me. He said... uh... are you sure you want to listen?" Pylos winked.

"Of course... I don't think you should know about such a private relationship... I mean, even if their relationship is complicated... you shouldn't know about it."

Skarner's eyes drifted away. I don't know what he was thinking about at the moment. It might be a very bad picture of Pylos.

"A hunter told me that local women would randomly enter a man's tent every spring. And they would repeat this behavior every night... The children they gave birth to... uh... were deformed... so ugly that you couldn't bear to look at them... I didn't mean to laugh at them..." Pylos' eyes were unusually serious: "I just want to say that ethnic groups without history and without civilization heritage may be abandoned children of every era. When they are made public, no one can really sympathize with them. Because they are no different from animals. To erase the history of an ethnic group is to erase their future. This is absolutely unforgivable."

“So, you became an archaeologist?”

"No, I became an archaeologist because I love history. This is my feeling."

"I think so."

"For me, slowly digging out a lost civilization is like discovering a lost kingdom. I feel sorry for them disappearing into the long river of history. I record their history for everyone to see, not because I think their treasures are so magical, but because I think, look, a group that does not protect its own civilization will be visited by people like this, instead of being promoted."

"You're keeping a watchful eye on them."

"What I want is a reminder. Anyone who destroys and tampers with other people's history and civilization should be spurned by everyone. Because this kind of slander is irreversible. If no one stops it, the false will become true."

"This is too profound, Pylos. I can't quite wrap my head around it." Skarner looked at the high-spirited Pylos with a doting smile on his face.

"That's not profound at all. This is the fact. What is unearthed by archaeologists is one and two. Once it is destroyed, it can never come back." Pylos' golden eyes were shining.

"I understand what everyone says about your charm, Pylos." Skarner smiled more tenderly.

"Is this my personal charm? I thought my handsomeness was...hahahaha...I am very handsome...I am going to be the greatest archaeologist."

Pylos tilted his cowboy hat again.

The corners of his mouth lifted.

"I think you will, Pylos..." Skarner placed his hand on the sword on his right side. The rapier glowed red and shone with golden light.

“That’s what I think.”

Pylos smiled, picked up the book Hula-ho-ya Magic School, and tried to find the biscuit, but couldn't find it. It turned out that he had already eaten it.

"If I had known, I should have prepared more..." Pylos blinked and looked at Skarner.

Skarner sighed quietly: "I still have some here... But, after you finish eating, what should I eat?"

Skarner took out the biscuit from his pocket and grabbed it in Pylos' hand.

"As the former captain of the Eagle Team, it's normal for you to be hungry... You can't let me starve..." Pylos smiled happily at Skarner, grabbed the biscuit and threw it into his mouth.

"Well, it's surprising that our greatest archaeologist can be so arrogant." Skarner pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled helplessly.

"Eh... there's no conflict. I don't know magic, but you do. We have completely different physiques. And you're the greatest archaeologists."

Pylos chewed his biscuit with his mouth puffed up like a squirrel.

"Indeed, that is all I can say. My Doctor Pylos."

Friendship between men can be a couple, but they have their own love ~ at least that’s how I designed it.

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(End of this chapter)