Downstream of the Nile, roughly eighty pyramids still lay scattered across the land. They recorded a once-glittering civilization, yet to this day, no one had fully uncovered all the secrets of this civilization... an era that existed in the present world and was hailed as one of the sources of civilization.
Even now, countless scholars continued flocking to this region... Of course, aside from legitimate scholars, there was no shortage of people with treasure-hunting on their minds.
They were not merely treasure hunters among humanity. They even included some nonhumans who walked in the shadows, unknown to the people of the world.
Naturally, judging by efficiency alone, the nonhumans were clearly superior... In the game of treasure hunting, humans were born at a disadvantage.
"...So, to this day, all humanity has been able to find are scattered fragments recording ancient civilization, or some useless artifacts. Anything truly valuable fell into nonhuman hands long ago."
"Huh? What were you saying, Mr. Otto?" Aliyah, a local riding a camel, turned around curiously and asked. Aliyah had grown up in the desert and was an extremely reliable guide, so many groups that came treasure hunting or conducting investigations liked to hire him.
For example, he was currently working for Mr. Otto. Mr. Otto was one of Aliyah's old clients. This was already the fifth time he had guided Mr. Otto, so the two were quite familiar with each other.
Over the past year, this was already Mr. Otto's third trip into the desert... In all of Aliyah's years as a guide, he had never seen anyone enter the desert so frequently. But who could blame Mr. Otto, when he had Aliyah's favorite banknotes?
"Nothing, Aliyah. I was just admiring how beautiful the desert scenery is."
Mr. Otto, riding the camel behind him, lifted