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Chapter 373 The Lord of the Tomb Guards

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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 figures that had dismounted from their horses and were moving back and forth between the tall pale horse figures. The figures of the figures and the horse figures were intertwined and overlapped, making it impossible for him to see them at all. Check out the details of Mr. Cavell's One Against Ten.

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 movement, 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 definitely 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 horses were carrying the victorious warriors, rushing 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 rushing over!!!"

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 hot water had spurted out.

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

The coachman waved his whip in anger and tears. As a native of the country, he knew very well 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 is just Mr. Cavell's personal behavior and will not embarrass us."

Herb Butler's smile was uglier than crying, and it even made Miss Sholto chuckle. But now he no longer had the time to appreciate that beautiful smile, but instead stretched out his hands tremblingly to push the car away. small door.

"Ah! Surprisingly...Mr. Cavell, are you okay?!!"

However, Mr. Cavell just looked at him indifferently and did not think about answering his question at all. He just calmly sat back on his still warm cushion, then leaned out of the window and waved at the surrounding mausoleum guard cavalry. He waved his hands and shouted some unknown syllables.

The group of mausoleum guard cavalry slowly surrounding the carriage suddenly burst into a series of heroic laughter, replied with some obscure syllables, and then left happily amid the laughter.

Hebe Butler, who had calmed down a little this time, concentrated on listening to the syllables spoken by the tomb keeper. As a business staff member of the company in the Qajar Dynasty, he had naturally studied various local languages.

The language used by Mr. Cocavel to converse with this group of cavalrymen guarding the tomb is definitely not the Parsian or Pashto language commonly used in the local area, but some obscure and unpopular language, but it should be the Semitic language of the Afro-Asiatic family. A branch language of the Te tribe, some syllabic words are quite similar to Arabic.

Herb Butler carefully analyzed word for word, but there was no way to interpret the content of Mr. Cavell's conversation with the cavalry guarding the tomb. He could only barely extract two possible meanings of the words-"goodbye" and "friend" .

"Friends? Mr. Cavell actually knows these tomb-keeper cavalry?!!!" Herb Butler, who thought he had deciphered the crucial content, thought in his heart: "Is it possible that Mr. Cavell and Miss Sholto are on this trip? The purpose is not to find the lost tombs of the Shadowless Kings, but to cooperate with the tombkeepers on behalf of a certain force in Great Britain???" "But what is the content of the cooperation???"

"Is it possible that... they want to help the tomb-keepers overthrow the current Qajar dynasty and help this group of ancient Persian remnants to regain their country?!!"

But Mr. Cavell, who had sat back in his seat, closed his eyes and rested, as if the behavior of running towards the edge of the horizon in the moonlight had taken a toll on him, and now he was in urgent need of a good rest to recuperate his energy.

But Herb Butler did not notice that Miss Sholto's toes were tapping the car floor very gently and slowly, and the encrypted words had been transmitted through a method that he could not understand at all.

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

"But I'm still confused, Mr. Watson, how did you gain the trust of these tomb-keepers?"

"Mr. Watson, is your mutated intracranial moth actually so powerful that it can deceive this group of tough-minded tomb guard cavalry?"

Faced with Mary Morstan's question, Watson, who was sleeping, opened his eyelids slightly, and after his dark right eye strangely circled in his orbit, he stared at the charming female dancer.

He didn't even need to tap his toes to convey the walking words. Just through his gaze, the buzzing words were pierced into Mary Morstan's skull, but the syllables of the words were some kind of ancient weird sound.

"Crack, click, click, click (Of course not, how could I easily erase the memory of the tomb guard cavalry in just a few seconds and bury the memory of the acquaintance and familiarity with me?)"

"Crack, click, click (Miss Mary, don't you know that I am actually the patron of the Golden General?)"

"Crack, click, click (the riots in the House of Lords some time ago were exactly the changes and struggles planned by me and another powerful person. During the time we left, the residual impact of this incident has fermented enough. It’s so alarming that the Immortals under the Golden General have personally seen it.)”

"Crack, click, click, click (The Golden General has given me an oracle and ordered the guardians of the shadowless kings to contact me to discuss the plan to overthrow the Qajia Dynasty!)"

The female dancer sensed the message resounding in her head, turned her head slightly, and rolled her eyes at Watson angrily. The coquettishness in her eyes was enough to make Heb Butler, who was watching silently, feel confused.

But in fact, Mary Morstan, who was also a secret transmitter who studied moth signs, did not trust Mr. Watson in front of her at all!

Deception and trickery are the innate nature of moths, and they are also the cocoons for self-protection. Moths who are not good at frontal combat must hide their true selves through a long and arduous period of transformation until they completely shed their old self. I.

Since the last time she met the other person's bird-like incarnation for a long time, she felt that John Watson's temperament was getting deeper, darker, and more difficult to fathom... as if he was lurking at the crossroads. During this period in the hospital, unimaginable changes have taken place. He is no longer the polite, clear and ignorant apprentice of the invisible arts at the beginning.

Moreover, the moth in her skull was also fluttering its wings slightly, as if to remind her not to trust the other person's words and fall into the other person's fraudulent trap.

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

"If the Golden General really gave an oracle and ordered the Tomb Guards of the Shadowless Kings to join forces with you to discuss the plan to overthrow... then why did I clearly feel an extremely gloomy and strange feeling when you collided with the Tomb Guards Cavalry just now? The power of the moth enveloped you and the ten tomb guard cavalry?"

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, boneless hand and placed it on his heart, as if to let her listen to her heart.

"I dare to swear on the name of your master, Surochana Amovasha, that I definitely did not dig out 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 throbbing 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 tomb-keeper 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 informed her that the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings was located on the land of 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.

(End of this chapter)