"Haha, Jenkins, your thinking is really different. I talked to your father at your home during the few days when you were in a coma. He also thought that you were not like those young people who pursue fashion and excitement today."
"Probably, I don't like that kind of life."
He shook his head, watching the professor use the black umbrella to brush the grass in front of him.
"Change the subject quickly."
Thinking in his heart, he mentioned another very important thing: "By the way, the Reading Festival seems to be in the third week of this month. I want to give you a gift. I don't know what you need."
This month belongs to the month of inheriting sages, so for believers, there will be a festival similar to Christianity and Christmas. There are also other orthodox sects, such as [Goddess of the Earth] and Harvest Banquet, [Moon Without Light] and Full Moon Sun.
"The presents are usually prepared by yourself, why did you ask me directly?"
The professor was amused, but when he thought of Jenkins' style of making friends, he took it for granted.
"There is no need for presents. If you have time that day, can you come to Nolan No. 1 Higher Academy? My students like your book very much. If I can talk to you, they will be very happy."
"Of course there is no problem. Then I will go next Tuesday morning. I will visit the church with my father in the afternoon and go home to celebrate the holiday with my family in the evening."
"That would be great, the students will be delighted."
The professor laughed, the wrinkles piled together.
There are no traditional roads in the outskirts of the city. Professor Burns took Jenkins through the astonishingly large pasture outside the hospital, borrowed the road secretly through a horse farm, crossed a large forest, and walked along the railway tracks for half an hour. Once again, I touched a hill to the east, and found a valley after turning around and turning around.
At this time, it was past midnight, and the two walked for more than two hours.
"It's almost here."
As he moved forward, he muttered words in his mouth, and soon found a big tree.
This is really an old tree, and it can be known only by the trunk of the tree that is ten times the width of Jenkins' waist.
Smelling the smell of damp soil and the unique smell of decay in the woods, he poked open the grass under the tree, and a hole leading to the ground was exposed. The moonlight could not penetrate the dense canopy of the old tree, and only the candle that Professor Burns had just lit with a match was able to illuminate the entrance of the cave.
"Come in."
He slipped in, and Jenkins stooped to follow.
Inside the entrance of the cave is a not-so-spacious artificial passageway, which goes down gently, and wooden pillars are used to support the roof of the cave every few meters to prevent it from collapsing.
"What the hell is this place?"
Jenkins asked in a low voice, for fear that his voice would collapse here.
"I mentioned to you before that the history before this era is very difficult to find, and only some ancient ruins can prove the existence before the era."
"Here is it?"
"Yes."
After taking a few steps forward, it suddenly became spacious. Professor Burns bent down and searched on the ground for a while, and soon found a kerosene lamp, lit it with the light of a candle, and finally illuminated the things in front of him.
The rough passage broke through a stone brick wall, and the empty hall like a foyer was surrounded by stone brick walls, and in the deepest part of the hall was a tall bronze door.
Compared with the [Gate of Vientiane] that Jenkins had seen, this block was much smaller. There is no mark on the door, as if two copper plates were directly glued there.
"I found this place in an ancient book, and it took me half a year to dig out this passage. Today is the last step—opening this door. I asked you for help because I was worried about danger."
There is joy in the professor's expression, as well as some sadness:
"On the third day after the passage was dug here, I met you and Oliver in that castle. If I could join the team of scribes earlier, why would I have to dig the soil for half a year..."
Jenkins didn't know how to continue this sentence, so he could only be silent for a few seconds to ease the atmosphere, and then immediately changed the subject:
"This should be a sage's test for you. It is not an easy task to be able to independently excavate such a place without any danger. Cough cough, by the way, professor, what is behind the door? Although I am also keen on this kind of place. Treasure hunting activities, but if any sealed evil creatures are released, it will be the sin of both of us."
The professor seemed to be in a better mood. Perhaps it was Jenkins' words about the "test of sages" that really convinced him. The old man showed some confidence on his face:
"The book uses an unknown language, but it doesn't contain any mystery, so I finally figured it out. This is the treasure room of an unknown person many epochs ago. Behind the door It is some small gifts he left to future generations. But unfortunately, until the end of that era, no one of his descendants found it here. I studied the astrology for a long time, and then went to the Church of [Starry Sky and Balance] to find it. After reading the star charts for thousands of years, and asking mathematician friends to calculate forward, they roughly guessed the location of this place."
The more he said, the more complacent expression appeared on his face.
"guessed?"
Jenkins hits the nail on the head.
"Yes, after all, it is the location marked by the coordinates of the starry sky thousands of years ago. The final result I got covers a range of several kilometers. After using the mystical ritual divination to obtain twelve possible points, I guessed immediately Arrived here."
"Then your luck is really..."
Jenkins watched in silence as the professor approached the wall with the oil lamp, carefully cleaned around the wall with a small brush, and then looked at the door with some disappointment.
"Sure enough, there is still no new information. Let's get started!"
"How to do?"
He stepped forward and watched the professor rallied on the spot, bent slightly, and held the door with both hands.
"Come give me a hand, come push it away!"
"Okay... wait, should I just open it? Is this too hasty?"
"It is recorded in the book that this is only a treasure room left by its owner for future generations. If there is any danger, come quickly."
Jenkins blinked, opened the Eye of Reality and scanned the door, but there was no light.
"OK."
The two pressed the door together and pushed it inward. Amidst the tooth-piercing squeak~, the door was pushed open a gap big enough for one person to enter. Afterwards, it seemed that they had bumped into something and could no longer be pushed. .
It was pitch black behind the door, and even a kerosene lamp approaching there could not illuminate the inside of the door.
"Be prepared!"
Professor Burns asked Jenkins to hold an oil lamp for lighting, and then retreated to a corner of the hall, where there were a series of things such as shovels, baskets, bamboo poles, oil lamps, and matchboxes.