Chapter 165

This small pottery shard dates back to the 14th century BC, meaning it has reached the beginning of the Second Histories, or even the end of the First History.

As one of only two ancient countries in the world that have continued from the First History to the present day, Egyptian lands is an anchor point for Western history.

In contrast, Cathay served as an anchor point for Eastern history. Bharata, another ancient kingdom, even relied on Cathay's historical records to trace the origins of its own history.

This pottery shard now proves that civilization did exist in Europe before Rome.

Where there is civilization, there is history; where there is history, there are myths. In this way, achievements can be preserved.

In addition, the archaeological team found a passage leading to an underground reservoir, proving that Wuyou's previous speculation was indeed true.

On the hill is a temple dedicated to Atinan.

Experts carefully compared the images with instruments and confirmed the similarities between Atinan and Janus, the Roman god of two-faced doorways.

"In other words, the face of Janus in the Roman era that symbolized the future was Atinan."

"In that case, Atinan can be seen as the precursor to Janus. Then who is the face representing the past?"

One question after another was answered, but new questions arose one by one. Janus was the most worshipped god in Roman times and was absorbed into the Orthodox Church as the patron saint of October.

The belief in Janus remains widespread to this day.

The three apprentices pursed their lips and watched silently as the experts discussed the two sides of Janus.

How did things suddenly escalate to this point?

Others may not know, but Leμian and her group do: the Three Sages and Nine Guardians of the Orthodox Church are actually the Twelve Archons of the Wasteland.

You're all talking so much about the origins of the October Governor, does He really have no objection to it?

On the other hand, the experts finally came to a conclusion. "Atinan and another unknown goddess combined to form Janus. And this Temple of Atinan was a reconstruction three or four hundred years after the Mycenae civilization."

"In other words, there must have been an intermediate civilization between Mycenae and Rome."

The experts celebrated with each other, and the archaeological team was in high spirits, except for Leμian, Fiammetta, and Wuyou a chill run down their spines.

There were also apprentices in Gaul, but now they were all immersed in the festive atmosphere.

Just as they were about to make an excuse to leave the ruins, an even more joyful shout suddenly came from the other side.

—A tomb dating back to the 14th century BC was found outside the old city walls.

Unlike previously discovered mass burial sites, this tomb is vast and spacious, constructed entirely of high-quality stone. The tomb passage alone is 36 meters long and over 6 meters wide. The entire mausoleum is constructed of 34 layers of stone-built rings, with the final dome topped by a single massive stone.

In Hebe's previous life, this was known as the Tomb of Agamemnon, or the Treasury of Atreus.

Legend has it that Agamemnon, the hero from Greek Age mythology, is buried there.

The problem is that the Greek Civilization of this world had already been swallowed up by Eris, so Agamemnon should not exist in history at this point.

The magnificent tomb was completely empty, with no burial goods left behind.

On the high platform built in the middle, there is a small Spring Eye.

This Spring Eye has been dry for a long time.

When Wuyou saw the dried-up Spring Eye on the high platform, alarm bells rang in his mind. He didn't care about being exposed and immediately signaled to Fiammetta and Leμian that he was about to turn around and rush out of the tunnel.

"Where there is water at the foot of the mountain, there is a way to live. Isn't this grave just like a mountain? But if the spring dries up, it means certain death!"

Although Fiammetta and Leμian were surprised, they quickly realized what was happening.

They were originally standing at the rear of the expedition team, but now they turned around and ran away, quickly escaping the tomb and arriving in the tunnel outside.

However, what sank into their hearts was that hundreds of workers who had worked so hard were now standing expressionless outside the tomb passage.

The villagers were all carrying containers filled with a pale golden liquid.

They all poured out their containers at the same time.

The dew poured into the earth.

The surrounding light was dim.

The once spacious tomb passage began to narrow.

No, it wasn't that the tomb passage was shrinking, but rather that the land they were on was moving... In the instant that the Water and Soil merged, this long-dead city "came back to life"!

They were buried alive underground.

241 On a whim, let's fight for the future.

All around were thick, heavy earth, pressing in from all sides, with not a ray of light showing through.

From deeper within, faint sounds of struggle and wailing could be heard, but they were then completely drowned out by the sound of the rushing water.

As the villagers poured the golden liquid from their cups, the deeper tomb was naturally not spared either, and met its demise even earlier than they had.

Leμian's expression remained calm. She took out her phone, turned it on, and looked at the remaining 62% battery.

The fluorescent light from the phone screen made everyone's faces appear deathly pale.

She saw Fiammetta's eyes twitching, while Wuyou's face was gloomy as he looked down at the torn red tassel on his waist—there should have been three copper coins there, but now only two remained.

That was the life-saving money that Old Li had gotten from the Grandmaster before he left Cathay!

In other words, when the villagers poured out the spiritual dew to mend the Water and Soil, he had already died once...

No, the life-saving money in the Grandmaster's hands could save more than just his own life. Those two people next to him must have been dragged in as well...

Wuyou sighed, not revealing the matter, but forced a bitter smile, "Ladies, do you have any other ideas?"

Leμian turned off her phone, and in just a short while, the battery was down to 60%.

"Do you have cell phone signal?" Leμian asked. "I don't have signal here."

"Unfortunately, I don't have that either."

Fiammetta's voice, tinged with anxiety, rang out.

"Since you were able to foresee the unforeseen events, didn't you prepare anything?"

Faced with Fiammetta's question, Wuyou a wry smile, "Yes, of course there are."

He took a cylindrical shovel, a tool used for archaeology, from his waist. This is the Luoyang Spade, which is quite famous in some industries.

This Luoyang Spade was specially made by the Cathay Archaeological Institute, and it is superior to the tools used by the scientific expedition team in both strength and lightness.

Just as Fiammetta was about to reach for it, Wuyou withdrew his hand and pointed to the mud and rock layers closing up above.

"The cylindrical shovel is for digging downwards, but we're stuck in the ground right now, so it's useless."

Moreover, digging in this situation makes it easier for the soil to collapse.

Fiammetta took a deep breath, but then heard the sound of rushing water coming from underground.

It seems the tomb is already filled with water, which will soon break through the tomb door and flood into the tomb passage.

The sound of water grew louder and louder, and Wuyou's face turned ashen. He remembered his divination result.

Everyone says that a mountain without water is a dead end. Now that they have water, aren't they still a dead end?

On the other side, Leμian was still stubbornly pressing the emergency communication button.

Just as her phone battery was about to drop to a dangerous red, the call connected.

A familiar voice came from the other end of the emergency communication.

"Ladies, it's been a long time," Mostima greeted with a smile on the other end of the phone. "What made you think of calling me?"

"Mostima?" Leμian's eyes lit up with hope as she said urgently, "We're buried alive in the Peloponnese Peninsula, about forty-five kilometers north of the Corinth Canal ..."

"Mycenae village, right?" Mostima's voice was still cheerful. "By the way, have you forgotten something? The Special Inspection Department's communication equipment can still communicate with each other within a certain distance, even without a signal."

Fiammetta, standing nearby, burst out laughing.

What does it mean when heaven never closes all doors? This is it.

The Leμian was able to make a phone call indicates that Mostima is currently near the village of Mycenae.

"I don't think now is the time for catching up, Leμian. How much battery do you have left on your communication device?"

"There's still forty percent left."

"Then I'll get to the point!" Mostima said. "Your expedition team shouldn't have been completely wiped out, right? I think there should still be one survivor, right?"

Wuyou let out a startled burp.

"No, that's right. But how did you know?"

"I come from Blanckug," Mostima replied. "As a current Communications Director, I extend my greetings to the relevant authorities in Cathay."

A thunderbolt flashed through Wuyou's mind.

He stared in astonishment, noticing the same shocked expressions on the faces of the two people around him.

Blanckug, the sacred ground of the entire Hidden World, a place coveted by apprentices worldwide. It even has the potential to represent the entire Hidden World and hold its own seat at the United Nations!

Blanckug, this island, though located in Cornwall, is equal to Albion in terms of the legitimacy of kings and gods, and the Lord of Blankog is on par with the ruler of a nation.

Ruled by Blanckug is an ancient library called the Silent Bookstore. And making decisions on behalf of the library is an organization called the Island Council.

In other words, the Communications Director are also the envoys of the Silent Bookstore.

"Well then, Mr. Observer, please continue your work," Mostima. "—Two copper coins can also be used for divination. Pray to the Pearl Empress."

How did she know she had two copper coins left? And how did she know she could perform divination?

So many questions swirled in Wuyou's chest like a whirlwind, and his feelings of surprise and joy surged like a tidal wave.

He instinctively picked up the copper coin and threw it on the ground like casting divination blocks.

The copper coin has one side facing up and one side facing down.

In the system of divination using divination cups, this is a hexagram called the Holy Grail, which means divine permission.

But Wuyou's hands trembled, for his inner prayer had just been, "Please let Pearl take a look."

The June Archon.

The Empress has indeed set her sights on this place!

Wuyou's lips trembled as he threw the ball six times in a row.

He still remembered that the divination he had cast earlier was an inauspicious one called Water over Thunder), which meant that he would encounter danger while taking the initiative.

It is still water and thunder, but they are reversed, and it is called Thunder-Water Reversal.

This hexagram indicates that misfortune will turn into good fortune, and bad luck will be averted!

"I understand, I understand..." Wuyou burst into laughter without realizing it. "Blanckug is located at sea, surrounded by water on all sides. The Communications Director is an envoy of Blanckug, so he is naturally the representative of 'water'! So my sliver of hope was fulfilled here... Haha, haha!"

While laughing, Wuyou suddenly cursed again.

"That old bastard Old Li, no wonder he sneakily gave me the money to save my life... so that's what he used it for, damn it!"

He felt he had been set up, but Wuyou You wasn't angry.

He still remembered how he had been framed and arrested by the government for violating the law while in Cathay, and how his teacher had been implicated as well. If it weren't for Old Li's intervention, would he be where he is today?

Rather, being used proves that one has value.

Wuyou's adrenaline was surging. He heard the sound of earth breaking above his head, a deep and resounding sound like thunder.

The feeling of shock wasn't just present in Wuyou's mind.

Mostima appeared calm and composed, but in reality, he was even more shocked than Mostima.

Leμian and Fiammetta assumed that Mostima must have received a secret mission and was following them, which is why he was able to arrive at the scene immediately when they were in trouble.

But the truth is not so.

Mostima had arrived here a week earlier, but he hid further away, silently watching the small hill that was not yet anything special at the time, and the village below it.

To be precise, it was the day after the Blanckug conference that Hebe sent her an order, requiring her to travel from Paris, the capital of Gaul, to the Peloponnese Peninsula.

Hebe's orders did not include any intention; she simply told Mostima "where to go, when to do it, and what to do."

Thanks to his past work, sleeping outdoors was not difficult for Mostima; the challenge lay in understanding Hebe's instructions.

But when she saw the expedition team and two familiar faces among them, she understood Hebe's intentions, and was immediately struck by a silent shock.

"So, you actually foresaw this day more than half a month ago...?"