Asdebe looked at Okangruo, and as he said slowly, Okangruo couldn't help but look at the blue seal in his hand.

Immediately, Ou Kangruo, who came back to his senses, looked up and said, "This is the scald left by me when I was a child. You can ask the director of the Cairo Orphanage, he knows it."

“Isn’t this God’s guidance?”

Asdebe smiled lightly:

"Okangruo! All coincidences are inevitable of fate! You are the guard of the Pharaoh, the savior chosen by the Nine Pillar God!"

"one way or another!"

Ou Kangruo was silent for a moment and changed the topic:

"I promised Eve that I would help her, no matter whether he saves the world or destroys the world, I only promised to help Eve. And to be honest, I don't think you will be able to subvert the current regime that ruled Egypt and rebuild the Pharaoh's regime. Not to mention that Egypt has become an Arab civilization now, the glory of the Pharaoh is sinking into the dust of history. You don't want to know how strong the military strength of England is. It is impossible for the powerful Europa to give up the Suez Canal and let it be in the hands of other countries."

Speaking of this, Okangruo's expression became heavy. He had served in the English Foreign Legion, but he understood the strength of this old European power. It would be no more difficult to kill these outdated descendants of the pharaoh guards than to crush a bug.

"This is not your concern. What you need to do now is to help His Highness bury Imoton, protect His Highness, and prevent Imoton from destroying Egypt, so as to ascend to the throne with such achievements."

Asdebe owed, calm and calm.

The tomb-guarding clan covering all walks of life in Egypt has more than one Egypt sphere of influence. They understand the power of modern powers better than Okangruo.

The Europa civilization, influenced by Egyptian civilization, has been mixed with Egyptian components for the past three thousand years. Even he, the contemporary leader of the tombkeeper, cannot explain clearly.

If it weren't for the certainty of victory, the ambitions of individuals and ethnic groups would not be worthy of when they walked out of the historical desert.

Now, they are ready and are almost ready to make a new appointment with the current Pharaoh to obtain tickets.

"No! Ascending to the throne or something, I don't think this is a good thing for the Egyptian people. It is buried in the dust of history, proving that they have been eliminated. And you must know that freedom and civil rights are the basics of modern society. The future of Egypt should be chosen by the Egyptian people themselves!"

After finally sorting out her thinking, Evelyn waved her hand to refuse when she heard Asdebe's words. She admitted that she had a princess' dream, but it did not mean that she could accept that she was a legal heir to the ancient throne. There was a big difference between dreams and reality!

"There are several royal families in the continental countries without royal families? The existence of the pharaoh does not affect the people's pursuit of a happy life. With a ruler who considers the people like this, it is happiness for the people. Can you feel at ease to hand the people over to the hands of other unknown people? Look at Egypt now, Egypt under the rule of the Alawi Dynasty! Egypt colonized by the English! Your Highness! You should have the arrogance of who else but me!"

Asderbe's words were full of incitement.

Evelyn's thoughts had just been disturbed again. Fortunately, her previous resistance did not become incoherent this time, and she was just silent.

Seeing this, Asdebe knew that he could not force him too much, so he immediately bent down and bowed down again:

"We will go and investigate Imoton's whereabouts and take a break here. Please consider carefully before that, Your Highness."

As soon as he finished speaking, the twelve people standing behind him saluted and followed Asdebe out of the museum hall.

At this time, the only museum director who stayed there attracted the attention.

Seeing this, the director spread his hands and said:

"Don't look at me like this. I will be your highness's helper. The follow-up news about the gravekeeper will be conveyed through me. I think you shouldn't make things difficult for me, an old man. I think you should care more about the outside."

The director stretched out his right hand and pointed out the window. The red sky outside the window was gradually becoming dizzy, and the sun hanging in the sky was slowly covered by a black shadow.

“…Moses stretched his staff to the sky as God commanded, and Egypt was covered with darkness for three days. People could not meet each other, and no one dared to get up and leave the place…”

"Dark disaster!"

"Imoton's mana has become stronger!"

"He stretched out his hand to the sky, and Egypt was shrouded in the darkness..."

...

"Cat, oh, dear little cat, it's up to you!"

In the mixed voices, Johnson's words seemed particularly prominent.

The director glanced at Johnardson and turned to ask:

"Who did you open that box?"

The Egyptologist replied: "I, Burns, and Danny and Handerson. Is that curse true?"

"The Holy Urn and the Black Sutra of the Undead are also in your hands?"

"The holy urn is here, as for the black sutra of the undead..."

As the American Egyptologist spoke, he subconsciously glanced at Evelyn and the Reincarnator.

The Black Sutra of the Undead was gone when he woke up, and was told by Wu Yun that he would forcefully buy and sell. If it weren't for Wu Yun's silent threat and the price he gave, he really didn't want to give up the opportunity to study the Black Sutra of the Undead.

When the director saw the Egyptian's eyes, he immediately understood and looked at the leader of the group:

"Three thousand years ago, Imodon died because he wanted to resurrect Suana. Now he must still want to resurrect Suana. Although he doesn't know who the sacrifice he chose is, the Holy Urn and the Black Sutra of the Dead are his must-have. I suggest you better take it out of Egypt. Although that monster can sense the whereabouts of the Black Sutra of the Dead, it needs to be close to a certain distance. This is the best solution..."

In the pause of the director, Wu Yunben immediately said:

"The Sun Gold Sutra is also in our hands."

The director was silent.

He thought for a while and smiled helplessly: "You are really prepared. Although I have not found any records of the thousand-year promise in the classics, it seems that I really have to believe that I can let me see the Sun Golden Sutra?"

Wu Yun waved his hand silently, and a golden metal book appeared in front of the curator.

The director looked at the golden scripture of the sun for a moment and said in a deep voice:

"Your Highness, there is now the easiest way to bury Imoton. As long as you find the relative spell in the Sun Gold Sutra, after chanting it, Imoton will lose his magic power, and his immortal body will be transformed into flesh and blood. If killed, he will bleed and leave the world!"

As an elder of the tomb guard clan with an ancient heritage, the curator knows a lot of secrets.

Although there are many rumors about people who are punished by insects, there are not too many ways to send them back to hell.
Chapter completed!