In the distant era, there was also a brilliant civilization, and there was even sufficient evidence to prove that it was definitely not the first time that the steam industry had appeared on this land.
The decline and ups and downs of ancient civilizations are a huge mystery to people of this era. People like Professor Burns have dedicated their entire lives here.
There are not many remnants of civilization that can stand the test of time, so it is inevitable that you will feel the same after watching too much. He soon discovered a huge carved stone slab. The main body of the slate was a man with his right hand raised high, and there were some people who couldn't see their faces kneeling around him.
There were still some writing on the slate, but Jenkins couldn't even tell which civilization they belonged to.
The most important thing is that there is only a moon in the notch on the stone slab representing the starry sky.
"Any interest in this, Lord Williamett?"
Turning around, an old gentleman with round glass glasses was standing behind him, also looking up at the stone slab standing by the wall.
"Are you... Mr. Teagle?"
Mr. Teagle is the owner of the museum. He is a very rich businessman and one of the friends and research patrons of Professor Burns.
"Yes, welcome to Beldyran, you really look as young and handsome as Cosmo said."
Cosmo was the name of Professor Burns, and since it was rarely mentioned, Jenkins wondered for a second before he figured out who he was referring to.
"From this you deduce that I am Jenkins Williams?"
"No, young man. My basis is this morning's newspaper. The picture of you and the queen is on the headline."
After speaking, he couldn't help laughing himself.
"Oh, yes, yes."
Shaking his head in embarrassment, he looked at the slate again.
"Excuse me, which era is this stone slab from? It seems to be perfectly preserved."
"This was found in the ruins of the 16th era."
Jenkins was taken aback, how could there be only one moon in the sky of the 16th century
"But the content inside is obviously not from that era."
Tigger took a step forward and stood beside Jenkins: "Cosmo told me in the letter that you are also engaged in the antique business, so you must be able to see that the style of stone carving is definitely not the sixteenth century, and it is not even like It's a 15th century art style. It's older, rougher and more primitive, so we speculate that it must have been copied by some gentleman in the 16th century from an original tablet that we haven't found yet."
He smiled, and said: "Stone is an information carrier that is easily affected by the air, so the one in front of us was also carved according to the one I unearthed three years ago. Some things are not suitable for public display." It is not a deception, but to better preserve them."
Jenkins also agrees with this point. The fakes displayed in Papa's store are also because most of the real ones need to be more carefully preserved.
Jenkins nodded, "Sir, in which era do you think the content of the slate was formed? The Eleventh Century? Or earlier."
"Hahaha, it seems that your archaeological skills are really good. Most people would not imagine that it comes from such an ancient age."
In fact, Jenkins' deduction was based on a 13th century mystic material he had seen, which explained in detail the influence of the double moon on the starry sky ceremony. Therefore, the era of the single month turning empty must be earlier than that time point.
"I cannot answer your question, young man. There are too many unknowns in the ancient times, but that is why they are so fascinating."
He pulled a pair of white gloves from his pocket, put them on, and pushed aside the fence surrounding the stone slab. Carefully rubbing the characters on the slate with your fingers, your eyes seem to be shining.
Mr. Teagle also invited Jenkins to visit his private collection room, where the collections are all antiques whose value is measured in units of thousands of pounds. There are no special items here, but Jenkins still sees them with relish, and keeps thinking about how much he can sell these things at a premium.
Professor Burns asked Jenkins to collect a lot of materials. After Mr. Teagle wrapped them in brown paper, they were almost 4 inches thick (about 10.16 cm).
Before leaving the museum with the heavy package of papers in hand, Teagle also presented Jenkins with an oddly artistic mask as a gift.
The main color of the mask is deep black, and three irregular round holes of similar size are dug out at the two positions of the eyes and the mouth. Two dots were wiped out with disgusting dark green on the two cheeks, and then three circles of trembling ripples spread out from this center.
This is also an ordinary item, and it looks quite ugly to Jenkins. He wanted to refuse, but the old gentleman's enthusiasm was too high.
He walked out of the gate of the museum with the documents in hand. He thought it was just a few pages that could be stuffed into his pocket, and it would not affect the teacher who visited Miss Audrey next. But in this situation, it is impossible for him to visit other people's homes with a package, so he can only find a carriage to return to the church.
After walking for two streets, I didn't see any free carriages. I looked around and got into an alley, trying to take a shortcut to leave this pedestrian street.
The alleys here are as narrow and dirty as the alleys in Nolan City, and the densely packed pipes on the walls make the gaps that were originally not ample even smaller.
He had to carefully observe his feet before he dared to take a step, because there was some excrement on the ground. The brilliance of the city has nothing to do with these places where the sun does not shine. After all, it is meaningless to spend gold pounds to manage here.
Just walking to the middle of the alley, a middle-aged man wearing a black windbreaker came from the front alley. He had a big aquiline nose, and the collar of the windbreaker was turned up to cover most of his face.
Jenkins slowed down as the man stopped and just looked at him.
Looking back, a stranger came behind him. It was a young man with a scholarly air, wearing a dark gray hat. If Jenkins remembered correctly, he was a tourist who just passed by in the museum.
"Is there anything you can do with me?"
He raised his eyebrows and asked, and the chocolate on his shoulder made a menacing meow sound very well.
These two people are ordinary people, and they have no special items on them. But still can not let down their vigilance, they are likely to have pistols.
While thinking about it, the two people actually raised their pistols at the same time.