"Have you done it? Tang Zilong?" Palos knocked gently in front of Tang Zilong's room.

After the door opened, Tang Zilong scratched his messy hair, squinted his eyes and glanced at the waiting Peros.

Palos leaned forward with a huh? and wanted to open the door, but was beaten by Tang Zilong.

"What are you doing?" Palos looked aggrievedly at the crack in the door, and the golden light inside was shining.

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

"What are you doing?! What's shameful?" Palos corrected his posture and looked at Tang Zilong with a serious face: "It doesn't work? It doesn't matter if I didn't work. I'm going to Wenti County. I'll tell you, remember to go to the Flying Eagles for dinner. I told the new captain there, you can go and eat directly."

"Ah? I don't like eating there..." Tang Zilong looked at Palos' eyes. Palos was still aiming in, and from time to time he looked in: "It's okay for Scana to be, Scana wants to follow you to Wenti County, so I won't go."

The corners of Palos's mouth curled up and knew what Tang Zilong was thinking.

He didn't make it in one day. This little genius was showing off the day before yesterday, hahaha, I don't even give it to you today.

"I thought you would say this. Grandma Wang's food was OK. I also said hello to her. You go and eat it on time, otherwise Grandma Wang would scold me. You also know that she doesn't like to wait for others for too long." Seeing that Tang Zilong had not delivered the magic gun, Palos could only turn around and leave: "It doesn't matter if the gun was not made. Even if there was no Scan, I have placed many tombs."

"It's done...you use it." Tang Zilong threw a gun from his hand, and Palos reached out and gently caught it. Looking around, Tuojin was not a golden gold, but a black silver-glowing metal.

The gun was shining black all over, but there was no golden light from the core of the spiritual power source just now. Perhaps it was embedded inside, and it seemed to be just right.

"What? I heard it, it doesn't look like a finished product... Can it be used?" Palos knew Tang Zilong very well. If it was really done, it would be a happy announcement, he was very shy, very unlike him.

"Don't worry, just use it. I'm just worried that the lack of experiments and lack of accurate data will cause a deviation in power. Be careful to collapse yourself." Tang Zilong shook his eyebrows: "This is no longer a simple bolting gun... the magic bullet engraved inside may... kill a cow..."

"That's not bad... a cow is much stronger than me." Palos smiled, letting the wound face the floor, and keeping his finger away from the trigger.

"Don't face someone... I won't go to eat Grandma Wang's place, I will cook by myself." Tang Zilong scratched his head again, looked at the gun in Palos's hand, and his mouth twisted from the left to the right, and he didn't know what he was struggling with.

"You can cook?" Palos looked even happier than seeing magical guns.

"Don't worry."

"Don't blow up my kitchen." Palos turned around: "I have to come back to have a meal... This is my house... I'm leaving..."

Palos quickly went downstairs and observed the magic gun left and right. Since ancient times, the bolt gun has no sense of existence in the magic world. Although it has been glorious for a period of time, its development has stagnated and the magic shield cannot be penetrated, let alone any trait-like magic shield.

Tang Zilong stood in the corridor and stared at Palos's back quietly.

"Come back alive, Palos...my first test piece."

Tang Zilong closed the door, and Palos slowly looked back and put the gun in his pocket.

"Scana, let's go, it's done. This kid doesn't know how to eat the Eagles. He said he wants to do it himself, so he won't starve to death?" Palos held his own escalator with one hand, jumped out, landed below, pulled up his backpack with one hand, and put a cowboy hat on his head from the table with the other. Scana stood at the door and watched him walk over quickly.

"It's not difficult to cook. When you're really hungry, you can always make it so that you won't starve yourself to death." Scanner put the sword around his waist and smiled: "So, do you ask Wang Po to cook for him?"

"You heard it?" Palos smiled, closed the door, and placed the key under the floor tiles in front of the door.

"You really don't know. Grandma Wang can really shock Tang Zilong. Tang Zilong likes to eat the pumpkin porridge she made. Hahaha." Palos called the coachman under the apple tree to come over.

"Malos, go to Wenti County." Palos jumped into the carriage and got in.

"Get order!" The coachman took the reins and saw Scanner jumping to the carriage and lowered his body into the carriage.

"Mr. Palos, you go to Wenti County. What kind of tomb has you discovered?" Maros and Palos knew each other quite well. Palos opened the curtain in the carriage, looked at Maros stepping onto the railing, raised his eyebrows: "Hey... I don't know what big tomb is not big tomb, but I know it after I go. I heard it's very difficult, but it's true..."

"You are going to Wenti County this time. There is a Dragon Bearded Man there. Can he handle the evil spirits in the tomb?" Maros turned around and quickly led Palos and Scanner to the city gate.

"You have too much misunderstanding about my profession, Marlos. I am an archaeologist, either to be a Taoist or an adventurer to collect monsters. I am to record history, copy documents, and protect cultural relics..." Palos said with a righteous hat: "There are only some mechanisms in the tomb... The real tricks are usually the guys from the Explorer Association."

The trees walked behind him, and Palos returned to the car and muttered in a low voice: "I hope we won't get the first to board this time."

"It's over, Mr. Palos, as long as you say this, you will definitely be taken first by others." Maros whipped it, and the horse ran quickly, leaving all the carriage behind.

"It's actually too late. I received the message three days ago... I'll definitely be taken first by others when I set off today..." Palos took out his backpack and stood on the floor of the carriage.

"Then what are you doing this time?" Maros waved his whip and drove the horse, whipping it and neighing.

"It doesn't matter if I'm late, what I want is not a buried treasure." Palos took out a map, which was the entire county of Wenti. It was also the place where they were going.

"Besides, not everyone can crack the secrets of the cemetery. I am interested in studying history, not in treasures. Protecting cultural relics is not my job. I can only protect cultural relics while recording history as much as possible. When encountering powerful tomb robbers, I can't escape no matter what..."

"That's because Mr. Palos hasn't encountered a treasure that can be paid for... If he encounters a treasure that can change the world, maybe you hope that he will always be the first to discover it?"

Maros laughed softly, looking at the birds flying over, his car seemed to be riding on the wind. It turned out that Maros used the magic of the wind element to create wind and the entire carriage and horses, and held the entire carriage and flew.

"I don't have such a grand vision..." Palos placed a book on the right, looked up at Scanner, who was silent and said: "Don't you make any preparations? I might have to take you to the cemetery..."

"Do you need to prepare anything?" Scanner frowned.

He sat in front of Peros, his black windbreaker fluttering in the wind, which always made him look handsome like a prince from an oil painting.

"Most of them are mentally prepared, such as the tombs collapse, there is no oxygen, and when they encounter mechanisms that cannot escape... they need to be mentally prepared. They may die any time."

Palos shrugged his shoulders, his golden eyes were filled with a Scandinavian smile.

"And you died?"

"I'm not dead..."

"That's all..."

"..." For another novice in the tomb, Palos didn't know what to say. It might not be that simple to scare Scana, who is the former captain of the Flying Eagles.

"Where is my tutor, I wrote a book specifically about burial studies." Palos placed a book in the carriage.

"Buried Learning?" Scanner stared at the text above. It was not burial learning, but a novel called [Hulahoa Magic Academy]. This novel now has ten volumes serialized, which is the tenth volume.

Scanner still has some impression of this book, because since he was studying, Palos started reading the first volume of the novel. This is a book about a small story on the magic campus. It is probably the story of four handsome men with different personalities chasing four beautiful girls with different personalities...

I don’t know what author I have written for more than ten years but haven’t finished it. Why is it so difficult to have a relationship?

"Is this written by your master? Burial?" Scanner took out the book and looked at the cover. A beautiful blonde girl hugged a black-haired boy with affectionate expressions and looked at each other. This was a cover made of painted portraits. People on the cover looked at each other and tears would shed.

"No... that book was taken away by a cat..." Palos took out another cup of water, put a few cookies beside him, and leaned against the wall, holding the Hulahoo Magic Academy in Scana's hand, slowly flipped through it, and ate the cookies with one hand.

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

"I thought you used to be alone in archaeology, always..." Scanner was a little shocked to Palos' calmness.

He originally thought that he would follow Pyros, who needed a powerful bodyguard. Seeing Pyros who was leisurely and leisurely letting him rest slowly, his doubts filled his mind.

Sometimes, he looked at the blonde woman in the hula-hoa magic school book in Palos, and thought without hesitation, shouldn't archaeologists protect cultural relics and kill tomb robbers?

"What is always?" Pairos sipped on a small biscuit and poured water into his stomach. He even picked up the juice from his backpack.

"Always...at least you should be more serious..." Scanner's expression seemed to have eaten something bad. He was a little stunned at the inappropriate food of Peros.

"I'm very serious..." Palos didn't understand Scana's misunderstanding.

"But you eat here." Scanner tapped the cover of the novel with his finger.

"I'm not a tomb robber, and I don't have time to eat when I dig it later. Let's eat first." Palos was also quick and guessed Scanner's meaning. He corrected his tilted cowboy hat and said, "Don't be fooled by the magic platform. Those are stories and made up. Normal archaeology is very dull. Digging soil, blowing sand, compiling cultural relics, compiling cultural relics. I don't want to do it. There are also records, reviewing documents, translating texts, and all of them are boring work. How can the stories compiled by the magic platform be wonderful..."

"Oh~" Scana also sat upright and leaned against Peros.

"You can't say that. Sometimes I will encounter a lot of trouble, such as tomb robbers covet the cultural relics I made, and I will be in trouble when I come back halfway and ask me for it. That's when you take action."

Pailos finished eating the biscuits: "Now, I'm just eating normally, I'm not full. When I arrive at the site of the tomb of Wenti County, I will eat in advance, otherwise I wouldn't be able to squat there and dig it for an hour."

"How long will it take? Go to Wenti County?" Scanner gradually understood the difference between tomb robbers and archaeology. What is the source of tomb robbers to dig soil? Archaeology is a test of history. Tomb robbers do not care about the value of cultural relics. They may only need to know how much cultural relics are worth in their lifetime.

Palos is a serious archaeologist. Do you want to say that he needs to arrive at the scene as soon as possible? Need, but there is no need.

What can he do when he goes? The tomb robber has already run away anyway. He goes to clean up the remaining things that the tomb robbers cannot take away - civilization and history.

Some precious metals and rare treasures are simply not worthy of a civilization. As an archaeologist, what Palos did was not to fight tomb robbers, nor could he catch tomb robbers.

"Although the magic platform depicts the tombs under the tombs of robbers so excitingly, in fact, most of the cemeteries that appear from the ground are tombs that have been stolen or exposed by geological activities. Archaeologists are not responsible for discovering the tombs and forcibly archaeologically. Do you understand? Scana?" Palos pursed his lips and took another sip of water.

"That's too thankless..." Scana was always calm and comfortable when talking to Peros, no different from a normal person, but he was still obviously uncomfortable because the coachman Maros was outside the door.

"Hey? If you have this idea, don't be an archaeologist. I'm afraid you won't be able to put it down if you encounter treasures. Although there are so many people in the Explorer Association, in general, everyone is willing to hand over it and share it together to let everyone understand this history of cultural relics."

After hearing Scana's words, Palos became much more serious.

"Is history more important than buried treasures?" Scana was like a primary school student, looking at Professor Palos with a serious look, waiting for him to answer questions and answer questions: "Isn't the meaning of building a tomb burying treasures?"

"It's a big mistake, Scana classmate." Palos shook his finger and looked at Scana's big confused eyes with veritability: "History is more important than treasures. People without history and the past are like they have never existed. Human beings invent words and record books are folded to show history to modern people. If they forget history and lose civilization, let alone generations, even the meaning of language will be lost over time."

"What does it mean?" Scana became interested, crossed his legs and sat upright.

"For example, I once went to a small tribe where people are babbling and even now. No one can understand what they are saying. Don't talk about communication. Even they themselves cannot understand the stone tablets carved by their ancestors, let alone books." Palos stroked the long golden hair under the cowboy hat.

"Maybe it's because... it doesn't need to understand? Or, isn't it necessary to understand?" Scana looked at Palos and stroked his hair.

"Just kidding, Scanna, the stone tablet was placed in the corner of the village. I only understood a little based on hieroglyphs. It was their law... I clearly remember that there was a rolled up text on it. It curled up like a worm. What kind of word do you think it was?"

"The word "worm?"

"no."

"Check word?"

"It's close..."

"Running?"

"It is a criminal law, and it must be translated. It is actually three words, called "Purchase and Stop."

"How to translate one word into three words?"
To be continued...