Chapter 1215: 2000 Years of Guardianship

Fina wasn't interested in listening to Zhang Zian and Richard babbling about men and women. While the two of them were chattering, it had already wandered into the ruins by itself.

Although there are no tourists here, in fact, every inch of land, every broken brick and stone pillar here is equivalent to history. Walking in the ruins, it seems to return to the era when it was once famous more than two thousand years ago.

In the ruins of the ruins, the appearance of the past can be vaguely seen.

What is worrying is that this place does not seem to be properly protected. Many walls have cracked, and the iconic spire has been severely weathered. Soon, from the perspective of the long river of history, in fact, as long as there is no torrential rain or earthquake that occurs here once in a century, it may not be a problem to survive for another few decades.

To Fina's surprise, it found some traces of life among the ruined walls, not traces left by rare tourists visiting here, but subtle traces left only by living nearby for a long time.

It jumped onto a broken wall, turned its head and looked around—it just so happened that Zhang Zian was also looking around, but his eyes fell on Siwa Town in the distance, instead of looking around like it.

Yes, someone should have lived here.

It saw a few houses at the foot of the small mound on the other side that were obviously built in modern times, each of which was square, and there was a small wall that seemed to have no function.

"..."

who lives here?

Fina became angry for no reason.

Even if it is an obsolete pagan god to the local people, even if there are only ruins left, this place is still a sacred place. How can mortals live here casually?

It looked back, Zhang Zian and Richard were still talking about some incomprehensible gossip, and it seemed that they would not leave for a while.

So it jumped off the broken wall and ran towards the houses at the foot of the mound.

The mound was very short, perhaps only twenty or thirty meters high, far less than the high-rise apartment buildings in Binhai City. It leaped several times between the ruined walls and quickly came to the vicinity of those houses.

One of the doors that seemed to be the main house was open, but there was no movement or living breath inside. Although the doors of the other rooms were locked tightly, there was no sound.

To be cautious, Fina didn't go through the door, but jumped into the windowless window.

The indoor light is very dark, and it instinctively adjusts the size of the pupils to have a panoramic view of everything in the room.

People go to empty houses.

It is obvious that this place has long been inhabited. It is covered with thick dust everywhere, and it is full of coldness. Only the insects and ants frightened by its sudden appearance are flying around. The simple furniture has no value at all. The owner of the house It seems to be living an ascetic life.

Why not live in the convenient town and move here?

Fei Na thought of the old lady picking up bottles who came to Qiyuan Pet Shop to rescue the dog she found. Could it be that the people who live here also make a living by picking up scraps, so they can't afford to live in houses in the town?

It shook its head slightly, denying its own judgment, because there is no sign that the housing prices in this small town are very high. Even if you can't afford to live in the center of the town, at least you can live on the edge of the town. There's no need to live so far away?

At this time, it suddenly noticed a mark engraved on the wall, a very vague mark, people who don't know it may think it is an unintentional mark or a child's prank.

It jumped into the room, its pupils quickly adapted to the darkness, walked to the wall where the mark was carved, and stroked the floating ash and accumulated dust on the surface of the mark with its paws.

Is that so?

It immediately understood, and the original anger in its heart suddenly turned to respect, respect to the original owner of the house.

This is the mark of the temple guard.

In the past two thousand years, the family of the temple keeper has been living under this small mound, silently guarding the Temple of the Oracle and the Temple of Amon? Even after the oracle and the temple were destroyed...

Judging from some details of the room, the temple guards may have lived here until a few years ago, but then for some unknown reason interrupted their duties that lasted for more than two thousand years.

Fina didn't blame them for leaving their posts without permission, even if Pharaoh came again and God Amon came to the world, he probably wouldn't have the right to blame them.

Their ability to persist in guarding for more than two thousand years is already a loyalty beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Even if they decide to give up, they cannot be blamed for it.

What's more, they may not have given up. If they wanted to give up, they could have given up a long time ago. It is more likely that... there is no successor.

Fina looked at the humble house again with great respect.

It knows that human beings are group social animals, and their instinct is to live in society and groups, and how much courage and perseverance are needed to defy their instincts for more than two thousand years and live in solitary living in this tiny hut at the foot of the mound ?

Who would want to marry and have children with the temple guards and live together in these shabby rooms?

In the past era, there was faith. Belief that Pharaoh would walk out of the pyramids again. Belief that there are good and evil gods wandering in this black land. The admiring woman is willing to marry the temple guard and give birth to the next generation of temple guards.

But in this era, beliefs have long been wiped out, at least in ancient Egypt. No woman is willing to marry a temple guard and stay here for the rest of her life.

Therefore, when the last temple keeper passes away, it is normal that there will be no successors.

The duty of the temple keepers is to guard the Temple of the Oracle and the Temple of Amun, but now that the Temple of the Oracle and the Temple of Amun are in ruins, they have not fulfilled their duties.

Fina did not blame them. The power of the world and the torrent of history cannot be resisted by a few temple guards. When the local government blew up temples and temples more than a hundred years ago, they might not have tried to stop them, but they obviously failed. Don't blame them, they survived the humiliation and stayed, which is already the greatest loyalty.

Although there are few tourists coming to the Temple of the Oracle, there will always be people who come, and there are many unscrupulous tourists among them. There is not a lot of rubbish left between the ruined walls of the Temple of the Oracle, which has proved the dedication of the temple guards.

Dozens or hundreds of generations of a family have stayed at the foot of the mound for generations, shouldering seemingly endless responsibilities, and no one can imagine the hardships involved.

It only has regrets in its heart, if only it could have come here a few years earlier, then maybe it can meet the last temple keeper and say thank you for your hard work.

Fina jumped in through the window, and when she left, she chose to go out through the door.

It stood at the door, looked at the empty room, and said softly: "Thank you! Your protection is over!"

A gust of wind blew in through the open door, circled the room for a few weeks, and then blew out through the window opening, rolling dust into the sky.