Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

Heber saw the mold on the walls of the thrift store.

She has returned to reality.

ps: I have recommended it, thank you for your support

Volume 18: Hermanubis

Bright text appeared on the dark green desktop.

"Settlement in progress..."

"Current Lostbelt - [Dream of Golden Truth: Lost Sand Sea Kingdom]. Current progress: 10%."

"Achievement: Decisive Action - You realize that high moral standards are useless before disaster strikes.

Lightning speed - you took on the responsibility of a messenger and arrived in Memphis at an extremely fast speed.

Nine Pillars of Misfortune - You know the name of one of the 'natural disasters', but you still don't know the secrets of many more.

Silent Revelation—You have escaped the Silent Ending, but it will come one day, and you have foreseen it. The next time you open a simulation, you will surely embark on the path of the Principle of Winter.

"Overall rating: D-. The secret you discovered is but a tiny speck in the sea of sand."

"Reward: None."

Heber smiled.

The lack of reward wasn't a problem for Heber. What mattered was that she learned something from it.

"The Nine Pillars of Misfortune..."

The girl chewed on the noun, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, her deep green eyes became brighter, and a dangerous and charming charm emanated from her.

"If Osiris has become synonymous with natural disasters, then considering the name of this achievement, can I boldly speculate—"

"Have the Enneads of Heliopolis been completely stigmatized?"

Heliopolis was second only to Memphis and Thebes in importance in ancient Egypt. It was the center of the ancient Egyptian sun worship and the origin of the Ennead creation myth.

"The description of the Lostbelt states that Ramses II performed a forbidden act in order to resist the natural disaster and maintain his royal power."

"Whether it was the Enneads who transformed into natural disasters, killing the Egyptians, or whether Ramses II artificially named the Enneads natural disasters...this should be taboo, right?"

"Then next, I have a goal to explore."

There is no designated target for the exploration of the Lostbelt, let alone a so-called main goal. Everything needs to be discovered by Heber himself.

Of course, she didn't hate this feeling.

The girl excitedly opened the dark green desktop again.

Projection into the Lostbelt.

......

The azure sky in the distance connects the endless sand dunes and the dotted fertile oases. The surging Nile River flows towards the north, and the pyramids silently watch everything in Memphis.

Following the gradually rising terrain, magnificent white walls divide the inner and outer cities, but a wide milky white staircase extends from the inner city of Memphis like its tongue.

Hebe followed the warrior wearing the eagle feather crown and silently passed through the city gate that was several meters tall.

"Boom!"

The warriors guarding the gate worked together to close the heavy door, and the sound "woken up" Hebe.

Hebe gazed at the surrounding buildings, and his eyes finally fell on the magnificent palace with an obelisk in the distance.

The warrior with the eagle feather crest turned around and said, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry and catch up!"

Hebe didn't stop and took a few steps to catch up with him, slightly behind him by half a body length.

The warrior with the eagle feather crest spoke as he walked.

"That is the Temple of Thoth, the school where you will learn all kinds of knowledge. Originally, you were not qualified to enter, but His Majesty the Red King is merciful. He has established all the rules and laws, so those who have made contributions can be promoted and those who have committed crimes can be punished."

"You brought valuable news to the king's army and saved seventeen villages south of Memphis. This feat is enough to earn you the knowledge necessary to become a scribe or priest."

"If you have descendants in the future, they will also benefit from this. Perhaps after two or three generations, they will be able to become nobles of the Temujin Empire, and fight for His Majesty the Red King..."

The information revealed by this Eagle Feather Crest Warrior is almost current common sense.

Hebe listened carefully and memorized them.

The warrior with the eagle feather crest was very pleased with Hebe.

Such a young child should be curious about everything, but she can maintain precious silence, just listening, but hiding her doubts in her heart.

"Child, remember your behavior right now," the Eagle Feather Crest warrior suddenly whispered. "Silence is the wisdom that allows us to survive; remembering is the virtue that allows us to continue. Utilizing these two methods will allow you to go on for a longer time."

"Thank you for your teachings." Heber also lowered his voice.

The warrior with the eagle-feather crest waved his hand and was silent until he brought Hebe to the great gate of the Temple of Thoth.

The Temple of Thoth is located deep in the inner city. On both sides are scripture halls where papyrus and clay tablets of scriptures are stored. The school used for teaching is in the middle, and the hall where the statue of the god is enshrined is further back.

The school has three main doors and two side doors.

The main door was tightly shut, but the side doors on either side were open, and the scent of incense wafted out from inside, rich and sweet.

Hebe didn't like the taste much, but she didn't show it.

The warrior with the eagle feather crest frowned and stopped in front of the door.

A middle-aged priest wearing a cylindrical hat walked out from the side door. His eyes were as sharp as a knife.

The priest nodded to the warrior with the eagle feather crest and said, "Sekanahat, you've come just in time. I was looking for you."

Sekanahat raised his hand and shook it. "Let's not talk about that for now—this child has brought us valuable news. According to your majesty's decree, she should enter the Temple of Thoth to study."

Upon hearing this, the priest glanced sharply at Heber's face.

"That's reasonable." The priest said carefully.

Sekanahat turned to look at Heber and said, "Child, go to the school in front by yourself."

Hebe wanted to know more, but there was no opportunity, so he just nodded and walked into the side door of the temple that was filled with rich incense.

After crossing the gate, the fragrance suddenly became elegant and tranquil.

Several little priests in white cylindrical robes were arranging papyrus scrolls and clay tablets on the shelves.

Just when he was about to find a random priest to ask about studying, a girl in a blue robe came up from behind.

Her eyes are very unique, blue and gold respectively, and you will never forget them once you see them.

"Please follow me." The girl with heterochromia smiled at Heber and gestured for her to follow.

When the girl with heterochromia turned around, the gold ornament on her forehead swayed slightly.

Heber followed her without saying a word, passed through the corridor behind the bookshelf on the left, and came to a not-so-big room.

An old man wearing a scarlet feather crown was sitting in the middle of the room. His face was full of wrinkles and he was very short, but his eyes were very sharp, just like the middle-aged priest before.

The girl with heterochromia bowed slightly to the old man and said, "Teacher, I have brought the person here."

"Excellent, Curtis." The old man nodded slowly. "Wait outside."

Curtis smiled at Heber and then left the room.

"Sit down." The old man's words were filled with unquestionable authority.

Ah, the familiar smell of the authoritarian path.

Hebe sat down cross-legged before him.

"Does it have a name?" The old man raised his eyelids. "It seems that there is no name."

Hebe hesitated to speak.

The old man stood up and took out a stone-ground disc the size of a washbasin from the cabinet behind him.

He placed the disc with difficulty on the carpet, and then placed a round stone in Hebe's hand.

Hebe looked at it and saw that the disc was divided into nine different directions, each with images of giant crocodiles, rams, lions and other animals painted on it.

"Put the ball in your hand into the groove in the middle of this horoscope. Be careful not to think about anything and not to have any unnecessary thoughts," said the old man.

Upon hearing this, Heber immediately placed the stone ball in his hand into the groove.

The stone ball rolled and began to rotate along the track of the astrological disk, from the inner circle to the outer circle, spinning faster and faster.

Gudong.

The stone ball fell into the pit with a jackal head painted on it.

"Ah, as I expected." The old man picked up his pen and quickly wrote a few words on the clay tablet. "Then you are 'Hermanmuhat'."

In ancient Egyptian culture, "M'hat" means "a god is ahead."

The name Hemamhat means "God Hema is in front of you" or "one guided by God Hema".

"You walk the path of silence. No wonder the astrological chart shows the face of Hermanubis," the old man said calmly. "Hermanubis rules the path of silence, stillness, stillness, and remembrance. Among the Nine Wise Gods, he is known as the Wise of All Wise."

"For the next three years, every evening at dusk you must face northwest and silently praise the name of Hermanubis in your heart."

"For the next five years, you must bathe and change your clothes every day without slacking off. Every seven days, bury yourself in the sand for one night."

"For the next seven years, you must not speak for twelve days in each season. You must not eat for at least one of those twelve days, but you may drink water."

"In this way, you will be able to master at least one of the secret rituals of the Hermanubian school in seven years."

The old man placed the clay tablet in his hand on the nearest shelf. "You are not a descendant of the temple, nor are you the child of a noble. Naturally, the glory of your bloodline is not yours, and no priest would be willing to be your mentor."

"But precisely for this reason, you can attend any public class at the Temple of Thoth, regardless of your affiliation with any particular school. This is an ancient precept of the Ibis King, a power granted by His Majesty the Scarlet King."

After the old man finished speaking, he raised his eyes and stared at Hebe: "I have said these words, but don't you have any doubts?"

"Yes," said Heber, "but you didn't allow me to ask."

Volume 19: Schools

The old man's wrinkled face broke out and he laughed heartily.

"It seems you're truly a natural born Hemanhat, able to even contain your curiosity!" The old man suppressed his smile. "However, the Ibis King forbids any doubt or lack of knowledge. This is his ancient teaching to us."

“Pick the question you want to know most and ask it now.”

"Then I'm going to ask a question."

Heber bowed slightly and raised his doubts.

"I already know that I will be a student of the Hermanubian School, and you just mentioned the Nine Sage Gods. Are there nine schools here?"

The old man shook his head. "This is a question that every new student has. Unfortunately, there are still vacancies among the Nine Sage Gods, and there aren't enough schools to count!"

"Except for His Majesty Ozymandias, the Red King, who always holds the seat of Amon-Ra, the leader of the Nine Wise Gods, there are currently two vacancies among the seats of the Three Kings.

The Prime Minister of all Prime Ministers, Krum, the King of Rams, often issues decrees on behalf of His Majesty the Red King and is also His Majesty the Red King's hand in the secular world.

The School of the Sheep teaches the art of destruction, shaping, and reconstruction. According to the name given by His Majesty the Red King, these arts are collectively known as the "Forging" method.

The two seats of Sobek, the Lord of the Crocodiles and the Secretary of the Secretaries, Thoth, the Lord of the Ibis, have been vacant for a hundred years.

The Crocodile School teaches the art of war, conflict, and combat, that is, the art of the "blade."

The Crested Ibis School, that is, us, teaches knowledge related to illumination, purification, and ascension. It is also known as the knowledge of the 'lamp'.

After the three kings comes the saint Benu, who is the king’s heart and soul, the embodiment that guides us closer to the king’s realm.

The seat of Saint Bennu has been vacant for twenty years. Curtis, whom you just saw, is the most likely candidate to become the current Bennu. I am so proud of her.

The Phoenix School teaches the essence of the sky, flying and protection, which is the secret of "wings".

Next are the saints Hermanubis, who study the mysteries of silence, decay, and the guidance of souls. They are sages who bring peace to people. Naturally, these skills are collectively referred to as the knowledge of "Winter".

However, the seats of Hermanubis changed very rapidly, with three terms changing in ten years, which was not in line with what they had learned.

Then, there is Saint Shesfenhe, she is the sphinx, the will of the king.

The School of the Lion teaches the arts of desire, seduction, sacrifice, and power, seemingly similar to the School of the Crocodile, but in reality they are completely different. These arts are called "cups."

The old man spoke a long paragraph and took a deep breath.

"And the last seat, Sage Apophis, or Apep, of the School of the Serpent. They specialize in the arts of poisons, opening holes, closing doors, and many kinds of passages, arts known as the Secrets of the Initiation.