Chapter 215 I’ll give you an offer you can’t refuse
"I'm really sorry, but this was an accident. Who was that? A guest?" Evelin tried hard to divert the curator's attention, but this time she succeeded as she hoped, and the curator immediately went to deal with the apparent problem. It's a bigger problem.
"I'm sorry for letting you see the joke. You have also seen that this museum has a little unexpected situation and must now be closed for rectification! I am very happy to see young people like you who love Egyptian culture, but really This is not the time to receive guests.”
As the old curator spoke, he moved towards the location of the hardwood cane that he had thrown away.
"Wow, a magic wand?"
"What?"
The old curator's expression froze and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.
"Oh, I mean I can help clean it up quickly." Wu Jie walked out and said, "It might take a long time for the two of you to clean up this place."
Evelin forced herself to increase her presence: “And this is really an accident.”
"Listen Evelyn! The [Battle of Kadesh] in Syria destroyed by Ramesses II, the son of Seti I, is called an accident. This - is clearly a disaster! Look at my library! You know me Why should I leave you here?!"
"Well that's because"
"Is it because she is the reincarnation of a princess?"
Wu Jie became playful and asked loudly.
The expression of the old curator suddenly froze. This sentence may sound like a joke to ordinary people, but to the old curator who holds a high position among the tombkeepers, this sentence has other meanings.
Although it might be a joke, the old curator didn't dare to bet.
"Thank you for your compliments." Evelin seemed very happy that Wu Jie praised her as a princess: "But reincarnation is unscientific, I"
"We're closing! I'll let her clean it up! No matter how much energy and time she needs to spend!" The old curator grabbed Evelin and dragged her back: "And! I'll keep you here. It’s not because you are the reincarnation of some princess! It’s not because you are the only person within a thousand miles who knows how to code books! It’s because your parents had generously sponsored this library during their lifetime! This is the reason! May they rest in peace.”
Evelin didn't know what happened to the curator today to be so rude, but the next second, she no longer had the energy to care about this.
"I think it's a bit rude to ask a beautiful lady to clean up such a big mess."
With Wu Jie's words and a crisp snap of his fingers, the fallen bookshelves in the library began to recover, and the scattered books floated in mid-air, and then returned to their places one by one.
"So, I think we can have a good talk now, Director Mediga of the Tomb Keeper clan."
Ten minutes later, the curator's office.
"Who are you? Is that magic? Is there really magic in this world? Can I learn it? You are"
In the curator's office, a group of people were holding a cup of hot tea.
"Evelyn! Get out!"
Under the stern scolding of the curator, Evelin reluctantly gave up pestering Wu Jie and was kicked out of the office.
"I'm sorry, she is the child of my friend. Her parents died when she was young. She is currently my student and an employee of our library. She is a little impulsive. Please try some of my treasured Oriental tea. It's a pity that it is popular in Europe. It is difficult to drink this kind of tea if you put milk or sugar cubes in the tea. I got these tea leaves by chance from a group of Oriental travelers."
The old curator was completely different at this moment. He didn't look like he was eager to drive them out before. He looked like an old friend with a happy life.
"Director Mediga, when will your people arrive?"
Director Madiga, who had brought the tea to his mouth, froze. Chu Xuan pierced the window paper with just one sentence, revealing the old director's true intention.
"Can you see that I called for help?"
The old curator clasped his hands slightly and asked expressionlessly.
"Is it difficult to guess? We all know that you are a member of the Tomb Keeper clan. Isn't it strange that you don't call for help in this situation?" Wu Jie picked up the tea and drank it all in one gulp, not forgetting to sip it afterward. He smacked his lips and commented: "Director, first of all, we are not hostile, otherwise we would not have spent so long with you here. Do you really think the museum's defense can stop us? If we really want to do something to you Take action, do you think you can block my telekinesis?"
"Psychic power? That kind of spell? I can't stop it." The old curator nodded nonchalantly and said: "There is no need for casting materials, no casting spells, and no casting time. This kind of spell is in my It simply doesn’t exist in understanding.”
"does not exist?"
"Don't you know?" The old curator seemed to accept his fate. He said slowly: "Spells, time, and casting materials are the necessary conditions for casting spells."
"Spells are a way to summon magic, and time is the process of waiting for the magic to reverberate. Spell-casting materials can help us cast spells better. In ancient times, there were some powerful men who could shorten the time without using spell-casting materials. , but the spells I have never understood are those whose spellcasting does not require a spell."
"Imerton also needs it?"
When the name Immortun was spoken, the old curator stared at Wu Jie in front of him, his eyes filled with hesitation.
"If you want to turn on poison magic, I suggest you do it, but it's not necessary." Wu Jie said without any panic: "First of all, I have a special physique. I am not immune to all poisons, but at least I can resist most toxins. , even if it’s magic poison.”
"Secondly, if I am really poisoned, I can physically detoxify by taking out the internal organs."
Looking at the shocked curator, Wu Jie asked with a smile: "Do you want me to demonstrate it to you?"
"No need."
The curator was completely at his wits end. Although he still found it difficult to accept that a human being (Wu Jie temporarily pinched his face) could perform such physical detoxification, he was convinced that his [Apophis Fang] would indeed have no effect on Wu Jie.
If Wu Jie would be harmed by this magic, then under the premise that he already knew this magic, it would be impossible for him to drink the tea contained in the cup engraved with the Apophis totem.
"So, what exactly do you want to do?"
"I said, we are here to discuss cooperation." Chu Xuan pushed up his glasses and said, "We will provide you with an offer you cannot refuse."
"Tell me about it." The old curator didn't think there was any condition that he, a man with half a foot in the coffin, could not refuse.
Chu Xuan turned his head towards the door and said loudly: "How about helping Egypt become independent."