"Because I saw with my own eyes that they completely wrapped a straw mat made of weeds made by a person who made a mistake, then hung up the person and smashed it down heavily. The rolled up words are these pictographic characters that were wrapped and tortured..."

"Is that person dead?"

Scanner was also a little surprised.

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

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

"Of course they are not ancient people, but they just cannot inherit their civilization. I heard that it is just their migration place. At some point, after staying outside for a long time, they migrated back and kept the customs, but they can't understand the words... They are still roasting fire and eating meat... without adding any ingredients, even all kinds of strange intermarriages... If they were placed in the magic platform, their family's stories could be broadcast until the next century..."

Palos shook his head.

"How did you know?" Scanner was a little skeptical about this question.

"A local hunter told me, and he said...well... are you sure you want to listen?" Palos winked.

"Of course... I don't think you should know such a private relationship... I mean, no matter how chaotic their relationship is, you shouldn't know."

Scana's eyes floated a little, not knowing what he was thinking about now. It might be that the scene of Palos was very bad.

"A hunter told me that local women would enter a man's tent at will every spring. And every night, repeating this behavior... the children born... are deformed... and make you look at them... I have no intention of laughing at them..." Palos's eyes were extremely serious: "I just want to say that ethnic groups without history and ethnic groups without civilization may be abandoned babies of every era. When they are made public, no one can truly sympathize with them. Because they are no different from animals. Eliminating the history of a ethnic group is erasing their future. This is absolutely unforgivable."

"So, you went to be an archaeologist?"

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

"I think so."

"For me, slowly digging out lost civilizations is like discovering a lost kingdom. I will regret it for this. They have disappeared into the long river of history. I will record their history for everyone. It is not because I think their treasures are so magical, but because I think, behold, the ethnic groups that have not protected their civilization will be visited like this, rather than promoted."

"You are alert to them."

"What I want is to remind. Anyone who destroys and tampers with other people's historical civilization should be despised by everyone. Because this slander is irreversible. If no one stops it, the fake will become real."

"This is too profound, Palos, I can't make a turn." Scana looked at the energetic Palos with a doting smile on his lips.

"This is not profound at all, it is a fact. What archaeology has dug out is one, two, and it will not come back if it perishes." Palos' golden eyes were bright.

"I understand what everyone said, your charm is, Palos." Scana smiled even more warmly.

"Is this my personality charm? I thought my handsomeness was... hahaha... I am very handsome... I am the man who wants to become the greatest archaeologist."

Palos tilted his cowboy hat again.

The corners of his mouth were raised.

"I think you can, Palos..." Scana put his hand on the sword to his right, and the Western sword was red and shining with a golden light.

“I think so too.”

Palos smiled. Then he picked up the Hulahoo Magic Academy and went to find the cookies with his hands, but he didn't get them. It turned out that he had finished eating it long ago.

"If I had known, I would have prepared more..." Palos blinked at Scana.

Scanna sighed quietly: "I still have it here...but, after you finish eating, what should I eat?"

Scanner took out the small biscuits in his pocket and grabbed it in Palos's hand.

"It's normal for the former captain of the Flying Eagles to be hungry... You can't be hungry for me..." Palos smiled happily at Scana, grabbed the cookies and threw them into his mouth.

"Okay, it's amazing that our greatest archaeologist is so arrogant." Scanner pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled helplessly.

"Hey... there is no conflict. I don't know how to magic. You know how to magic. We have two types of constitutions. And we are the greatest archaeologists."

Pailos chewed the cookies, his mouth bulging like a squirrel.
Chapter completed!