Chapter 373: The Lord of the Tomb Keepers

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There seemed to be such a clear cracking sound in Heb Butler's head.

The shadow dome on the edge of the distant horizon was finally completely shattered, and the fragmented shadows disappeared under the pale moonlight.

However, even so, Herb Butler, who had poor eyesight, could not clearly see the edge of the horizon three and four miles away.

Even though he had tried his best to look far away, he could only see the ten pale human figures that had dismounted from their horses and were moving back and forth between the tall pale horse shadows. The human silhouettes and horse shadows were intertwined and overlapped, making him completely unable to see them. The details of Mr. Cavell's fight against ten are unclear.

Just barely able to see the eleven pale figures seeming to be waving their arms back and forth, as if they were fighting fiercely, and as if they were enthusiastically performing a dance - Heb Butler seemed to be able to feel that the earth was trembling slightly, as if he was preparing for the distant future. The quarrels and fights trembled.

But what is certain is that Mr. Cavell is definitely not talking quietly with the tombkeeper team.

The dispute between Mr. Cavell and the tombkeeper team did not last long.

In less than three minutes, the eleven pale white figures had finished their shuttle back and forth, and ten figures symbolizing the mausoleum guards began to surround Mr. Cavell, as if forming some kind of array. Get ready for a thunderous strike!

"It seems that Mr. Cavell has failed." Herb Butler thought in his heart: "Sigh... It is indeed impossible to defeat the elite tomb guard cavalry by oneself."

"Now I have to add another bad record of failing to protect my customers to my performance career."

"But this is a good thing..." Herb Butler quietly looked at Ms. Sholto, who still looked calm. Under the dim light in the carriage, her face seemed to be as flawless as jade. , the beautiful eyes are as clear as the golden ocean under the setting sun, which makes people intoxicated.

"If Mr. Cavell has been killed by the Tomb Guard Cavalry, wouldn't Miss Sholto be left alone... Hehehe, without that annoying guy, my operation to capture Miss Sholto's heart has been successful. The efficiency will also be greatly improved!”

Herb Butler pretended to be calm on his face but was actually ecstatic inside. His attention had been completely attracted by Miss Sholto who seemed to be glowing, so he completely failed to notice that the dispute on the edge of the distant horizon had completely Finish.

Ten unusually tall war horses were carrying the victorious warriors, charging straight towards the stationary carriage on the pale desert!

The groom in the driver's seat looked at the rushing cavalry group and listened to the increasingly loud sound of horse hooves hitting the ground. Gulu swallowed deeply, turned around and shouted in horror into the carriage: "Boss, boss ! The tomb guards are coming!"

Herb Butler was immersed in the self-intertwined dream of the future, imagining the grand wedding between himself and Miss Sholto, and fantasizing about the rosy face of Miss Sholto in her white wedding dress after the wedding... In his mind In the world of reverie, he was just about to enter the most critical moment that would make every man excited.

But before he could set foot on the fragrant field he had longed for, the hoarse and harsh voice of the carriage driver rang in his ears, and he suddenly lost interest.

He turned his head impatiently, and was about to scold this servant for disturbing his sweet dream, but when he came back to his senses, he heard the sound of intensive horse hooves on the ground, and turned around in horror to see the cavalry guarding the tomb. The team is actually charging towards them!

"Oops! Mr. Cavell's reckless behavior has implicated us!!!" Herb Butler slapped the inside of the car with all his strength and roared: "Quick! Run quickly!!!"

The coachman in the driver's seat immediately waved his whip, but no matter how hard he whipped the buttocks of the horse in front of the carriage, until the whip was so raw that the two strong horses were unwilling to move at all - the two beasts were already trembling with fear. , the eight strong horse legs trembled violently like a thin tree swaying in the strong wind, and two wisps of fishy heat spurted out.

"Fake! Run quickly! Move! You two damn beasts!!!"

The coachman waved his whip in anger and tears. As a local aborigine, he knew the terror of the tomb-guarding cavalry near Persepolis.

When he was still young, the guardian of the tomb was already the best medicine to cure a child's night cry. Even now, he still scares his naughty son in this way.

During the moment when the three people in Hebe's company's carriage hesitated, ten unusually tall horses rushed straight to the carriage and surrounded it.

The trembling Herb Butler kept calm and thought about his words in his heart. As Herb's local agent, he maintained good relations with many big figures in Shiraz... I don't know what to say. Can the names beg the tomb-keepers to forgive their companions for their rude and reckless actions?

But he didn't have the slightest bit of self-confidence in his heart - the tomb guardians had always been ruthless and would never care about anyone's kindness, especially towards the pagans who now occupied this ancient land.

But even so, Herb Butler showed his professional housekeeping qualities and squeezed out a smile that could barely be called calm on his pale and bloodless face.

He first comforted Miss Sholto, who had no idea how scary the tomb guards were but still looked calm, "Miss Sholto, please don't worry, I will go out to communicate with these tomb guards now."

"I believe they should be able to understand that it was just Mr. Cavill's personal behavior, and they won't embarrass us because of it."

Heber Butler's smile was uglier than crying, and it made Miss Sholto laugh again and again, but now he had no leisure to appreciate that beautiful smile, but tremblingly reached out to push the small door of the carriage.

"Ah! Actually...Mr. Cavill, are you okay?!!"

However, Mr. Cavill just glanced at him indifferently, without considering answering his question at all, but just calmly sat back on his still warm cushion, then leaned out of the window and waved to the surrounding tomb cavalry, shouting some meaningless syllables.

The tomb cavalry that slowly walked around the carriage suddenly burst into a series of heroic laughter, and also responded with some obscure syllables, and then left happily in the laughter.

This time, Heber Butler, who had calmed down a little, focused on listening to the syllables uttered by the tomb keeper. As a business person of the company in the Qajar Dynasty, he naturally studied various local languages.

But the language used by Mr. Cavill to talk to this group of tomb keeper cavalry was definitely not the local Parsian or Pashto, but some obscure and unpopular language, but it should be a branch language of the Semitic language family of the Afro-Asiatic language family, and some syllables and words are quite similar to Arabic.

Heber Butler carefully analyzed word by word, but there was no way to interpret the content of Mr. Cavill's conversation with the tomb keeper cavalry. He just barely extracted two possible words - "goodbye" and "friend".

"Friends? Mr. Cavill actually knows this group of tomb keeper cavalry?!!!" Heber Butler, who thought he had deciphered the crucial content, thought in his heart: "Could it be that the purpose of Mr. Cavill and Miss Sholto's trip is not to find the lost tomb of the Shadowless Kings, but to cooperate with the tomb keepers on behalf of a certain force in Great Britain???"

"But what is the content of the cooperation???"

"Could it be... that they want to help the tomb keepers overthrow the current Qajar dynasty and help this group of ancient Persian survivors to restore their country?!!!"

Mr. Cavill, who had already returned to his seat, closed his eyes and rested, as if the act of running towards the edge of the horizon in the moonlight just now had also caused him some damage, and now he urgently needed to rest and recharge his spirit.

But Heber Butler did not notice that Miss Sholto's toes were tapping the floor of the carriage very lightly and slowly, and the encrypted words had been transmitted in a way that he could not understand at all.

"I didn't expect Mr. Watson to know the secret Aramaic language."

"But I'm still confused. How did you gain the trust of these tomb keepers?"

"Could it be that your mutated moth in the skull is so powerful that it can deceive this group of strong-minded tomb keepers?"

Faced with Mary Morstan's question, Watson, who was pretending to be asleep, slightly opened his eyelids. His dark right eye strangely swirled around in his eye socket, and then he stared at the charming female dancer.

He didn't even need to tap his toes to convey the words of his steps. He just used his eyes to penetrate Mary Morstan's skull with buzzing words, but the syllables of the words were some kind of ancient and strange sounds.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack (Of course not, how could I easily erase the memory of the tomb keeper cavalry in just a few seconds and bury the memory of my acquaintance and friendship?)"

"Crack, crack, crack (Ms. Mary, don't you know that I am actually the patron of General Gold?)"

"Crack, crack, crack (The riot in the House of Lords some time ago was the reform and resistance planned by me and another powerful person. During the time we were away, the residual impact of this incident has fermented to the extent that it has alarmed the immortals under General Gold to personally review it.)"

"Crack, crack, crack, crack (General Gold has given me an oracle, ordering the tomb keepers of the Shadowless Kings to contact me and discuss the plan to overthrow the Qajar Dynasty together!)"

The female dancer sensed the information resounding in her head, turned her head slightly, and gave Watson a sullen look. The coquettishness in her eyes was enough to make Heber Butler, who was watching silently, feel moved.

But in fact, as a fellow student of the moth phase, Mary Morstan did not trust Mr. Watson at all!

Fraud and trickery are the innate nature of moths, and also the cocoon of moths' self-protection. Moths are not good at direct combat, so they must hide their true selves to survive the long and difficult transformation period until they completely shed their old selves.

Since the last time she met the other party's bird-shaped incarnation after a long absence, she felt that John Watson's temperament became deeper, darker, and more difficult to figure out... It seemed that during the process of the other party lurking in the Crossroads Hospital, unimaginable changes had taken place, and he was no longer the humble, polite, clear and ignorant apprentice of the invisible art at the beginning.

Moreover, the moth in her skull was also flapping its wings slightly, as if reminding her not to trust the other party's words and fall into the other party's fraud trap.

She continued to tap her toes and replied, "Mr. Watson, you are joking again."

"If the Golden General really gave the oracle and ordered the tomb keepers of the Shadowless Kings to discuss the overthrow plan with you...then why did I clearly sense an extremely gloomy and strange moth force enveloping you and the ten tomb keepers when you collided with the tomb keepers' cavalry just now?"

Mary Morstan showed a sly smile like a fox, "If it is really as you said, Mr. Watson, then why do you need to use the power of moths to arrange a ritual that blocks sound, shadow and breath?"

"But this is also your little secret. Naturally, Mary will not delve into its contents."

"But please don't forget the purpose of our trip, which is to find the lost tombs of the Shadowless Kings... So did you just learn the relevant secrets from the heads of the tombkeepers?"

Watson looked at the female dancer candidly, and even gently held her soft little hand and put it on his heart, as if to let her listen to her heart.

"I dare to swear on the name of your master, Sulochana Amovasha, that I have never dug up any information about the location of the tombs of the Shadowless Kings from the heads of the tomb-keeper cavalry."

"But even so, I still found a valuable secret in their minds."

"These ten cavalrymen... before they became the guardians of the tomb, they were actually just ordinary mortals, with ordinary families, ordinary lives, as ordinary as dust on the roadside."

"Until a night that they could not recall in detail, a throbbing like the beating of war drums resounded in their chests, awakening the mission and honor hidden deep in their blood."

"They followed the guidance of the beating drum in their minds, smelled the hot breath and stepped on the road. Only then were they qualified to push open the metal door made of swords, worship under the secret master of the tomb guard, and devote themselves to blood and blood. The furnace of fire was forged into a brave and capable warrior cavalryman."

"And the crucial information I dug into their minds is the clue about the secret master of the tomb guard."

Mary Morstan sensed the message resounding in her mind, and her charming face showed a smile of joy - although she learned from her mentor that she had to go to the tomb of the shadowless kings to complete the necessary dance, in order to Able to usher in the fifth transformation.

But in fact, the instructor only told her that the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings was located in ancient Persia. The specific entrance and the situation inside the tomb were not mentioned at all - she had to find the entrance to the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings on her own. , and also needs a protector to protect him in completing the dance of transformation.

"By the way, Mr. Watson, are you really not cheating on me?"

"Of course - no!" Watson smiled.