..
.. So you've decided to board your little dog with me for half a month, just to prove that it wasn't the adorable Little Anubis who was causing trouble, but the wicked Bastet?
Yes.
Wood said dejectedly, while Little Anubis at his feet let out a grievance-filled whimper in agreement.
Peterson felt helpless and took the leash from Wood's hand: "Oh, my lovely boy, starting this week, you are my baby."
Watch your words! I am a great Ancient Egyptian God!
"Little Anubis emphasized with dissatisfaction.
Alright, alright!
Peterson coaxed and tricked Little Anubis into the cardboard box beside the desk: "Be good and wait here. After work, Daddy will take you to the pet supply store to buy lots and lots of beautiful clothes~"
[Hmph!]
Little Anubis tilted his head unhappily.
Peterson pretended not to care, picked up the stack of files on the table, handed them to Wood: "Do you have time now?"
“These are—”
“The relevant materials regarding the Seal of Osiris case.”
Please provide the Chinese paragraph you would like me to translate.
Peterson said frankly, "Since all the key parties are deceased, it is currently impossible to determine the excavation site of the Seal of Osiris. However, based on information provided by Andy's former colleagues, I suspect the seal comes from the Osirion. The Osirion is a temple shrouded in countless mysteries. Because Seti I's temple is located nearby, it was once believed to have been built by the Nineteenth Dynasty Pharaoh Seti I to honor Osiris, but further archaeological research has revealed that this temple may be even older than the widely recognized, oldest rectangular Temple of Osiris.."
Please provide the Chinese paragraph you would like me to translate.
The structure of the Osirion is incredibly unique and rigorous, the murals are both simple and perfect. However, for certain reasons, most of the temple is currently submerged in water. There is an archaeologist who insists that he became healthier by drinking the groundwater from the Osirion for a long period of time..
Why does this guy's statement sound like something a con artist would say?
I think so too—but the Osirion indeed holds many mysteries. Some scholars believe that another civilization, predating the Ancient Egyptian Civilization, built this temple.
“..”
Wood felt a strange surge of emotion rise within his heart for no reason.
Peterson continued, "When the Staff were clearing the ruins, they discovered that the Set Statue that Nancy's Parents brought back from Egypt, along with the Golden Fine Chain that trapped the Monster, had both vanished into thin air. The Sacrifice Altar in the Basement was confirmed by Carbon-14 testing to be a Relic from three thousand years ago.."
A Relic from three thousand years ago?
Are you shocked?
Beyond belief.
Wood let out a cry of surprise.
Buzz—
Wood's phone, which he had placed on the table, suddenly vibrated.
Wood picked up his phone and discovered that his You Tube account, which had only twenty-four subscribers (the twenty-fourth being Peterson), had not only gained a new subscriber but had also received a private message!
The content of the message was as follows:
Dear Mister, hello, my name is Arthur. My friend Benjamin and I have encountered something truly terrifying, I need your help! This message is not a Halloween joke or a prank; please, you must help us! At the very least—please reply to me! I beg you! May the Madonna bless your generosity!
Author's Note:
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Thanks to readers "If the Moon Doesn't Come," "Lian Feng," "Sun and Moon Triple Rings," "Carp," "A Man in the Abyss Gets a Rain Hat," "a," "moonlit," and Irrigation Nutrient Solution
Chapter 15 Gabriel and Gargoyle (2)
—Awesome! I finally received a normal message!
After reading the private message, Wood blurted out.
Peterson looked at this colleague as if he were an idiot: "Has your You Tube account never received a normal comment before?"
Of course!
Wood complained, "The question I get asked most in my DMs is whether my profile picture is actually me. Once they realize the profile picture is indeed me and hasn't been beautified or photoshopped, they ask to video chat with me to prove I'm not lying, then, then.."
And then what?
And then, during video calls with them, I encounter some.. some rather unfriendly things. Some ask me for explicit selfies, some want me to come over to provide paid services, some guys even show me their organs..
Wood spoke haltingly, becoming increasingly embarrassed as he continued.
Seeing this, Peterson patted his shoulder comfortingly, "Even though these comments are terrible, they at least show that your looks are very attractive—I think most people agree with me that being a nerd is much worse than being unattractive."
.. Well, you have a point.
Wood sighed in frustration, then leaned over his desk to reply to Arthur's message: "Hello, Arthur, I have received your private message. I am willing to provide you with the most professional assistance I can offer."
After about ten minutes, Wood finally received a reply from Arthur:
Thank you, kind person. Since the day before yesterday, I have left messages for at least a hundred bloggers, you are the only one willing to reply to me and promise to help me..
I live in Madonna Orphanage, a religious orphanage with very strict management; the children are only allowed one hour of phone time each day. I am almost twelve years old and don't know many words, so it is hard to explain in writing exactly what we have encountered.. If you are willing to help me, please come to Madonna Orphanage.. Benjamin and I are both waiting for you..
Looking at the message sent by Arthur, which was written with immature wording and several spelling errors, Wood felt an inexplicable chill run down his spine. Clutching his phone, he murmured, "He must have encountered something truly terrible.."
It could also be a trap.
Peterson reminded him, "If his situation is really as bad as he describes, with only a little time each day to use his phone, then how was he able to send hundreds of private messages to bloggers for three consecutive days? —Assuming he isn't lying!"
That..
Wood was speechless.
Besides, the name Madonna Orphanage clearly indicates it is an institution affiliated with the Church. The Church and we are in a friendly and cooperative relationship. If there really were some.. you know, many things are complicated many times..
You want me to ignore this child's plea for help?
Wood retorted to Peterson.
I hope you can verify the situation clearly first, then—
And then what?
Wood gently stroked the phone screen. "I can feel his panic and unease even through the screen. He must be terrified, absolutely terrified. He summoned all his courage to call out to me for help, how could I—"
Alright! Alright!
Peterson raised his hands in surrender.
He took the phone from Wood: "I'll go find my colleagues in the Technical Department and have them use this message to help you locate Arthur's physical location."
When will there be a result?
Wood pressed for an answer.
Peterson glanced at the setting Sun: "By tomorrow at the earliest."
..
..
Wood crept along the wall into the empty showroom after work, just as he was about to—
—That annoying little dog won't be coming back?
Master's voice suddenly rang out.
Wood's knees suddenly went weak, he turned his head instinctively, "Bo-Boss—"
Yeah.
Master walked slowly up to Wood and patted his shoulder lightly. "Relax, I know you have a formal part-time job with Jason."
Then..
I don't mind you having a part-time job, but you cannot use that as an excuse to move out of the Museum and find another place, do you understand?
Of course! How could I ever move out!
Wood blurted out, "The reason I can become a hero who saves the world in the eyes of everyone, including Jason, is all thanks to your constant care, Boss. If I move out of the museum and lose your support, I will not only be unable to continue being a great hero, but I might even lose my life while on a mission."
So—
So even if Boss starts to get tired of me, doesn't want to associate with me anymore, tries to drive me away, I will cling to Boss's bedroom like a carpet and find every possible way to lick Boss every single day.
Wood expressed this without the slightest sense of shame.
To obtain power?
Of course.
Wood said as a matter of course, "I love the feeling of being a hero; I'd rather die than have the truth exposed in public!"
Then..
Master lowered his head, his wet tongue brushing against Wood's earlobe: "Is it okay here?"
Here..
A strange sense of unease flashed through Wood's mind.
To an ordinary person, the museum exhibition hall after work is both empty and quiet, but to Wood—
It was filled with eyes and voices.
In fact, these voices and eyes were currently—
[So you're that kind of person~ You'd agree to any condition just to obtain power~]
If this guy had encountered someone with ill intentions instead of the Boss, he would probably be a world-famous adult star by now.
But he is truly so cute—he turns all red just from a little bit of touching.
[Let's get started! It's been so, so long since I've enjoyed the excitement of a live event~]
[Exciting~ The feeling of excitement is wonderful~ If there were a piece of paper, I could definitely write a new chapter..]
.. You seem a bit bothered by it?