That afternoon, Allen sat in a room in the library to read the information.

Suddenly, he was shocked by the rumbling sound downstairs. He hurriedly ran downstairs to check, but only saw Evelyn looking at him at a loss. The library was in a mess.

"Oh, my goodness! Look at what you did?" the museum director said in anger.

Evelyn stepped forward and explained, "I mean, this is an accident."

"Haha" the director sneered a few times, his eyes wide open: "It was an accident that Ramses destroyed Syria, and you were simply a disaster! Compared to you, termites are simply pediatrics. I really don't understand why I want to keep you here."

After hearing this, Evelyn stepped forward and said proudly: "The reason you keep me here is because I understand all the history and documents of ancient Egypt. Moreover, I can read and write ancient Egyptian characters."

"The reason I keep you here is because your parents once supported this museum strongly during their lifetime!" Afterwards, he pointed to the mess everywhere: "I don't care how long you have to clean up, in short, you clean up the place for me. Otherwise, you will leave." After the director said that, he walked out angrily.

Evelyn looked at the mess everywhere and lowered her head in annoyance.

Seeing this scene, Allen's heart moved, and he knew the plot was about to begin. Sure enough, Jonathan came to Evelyn with a strange box.

Evelyn found a map from more than 3,000 years ago in the box. The location of Hamnata, the capital of the Dead, was the only one. This map from 3,000 years was extremely simple. After so long, the terrain in the desert had changed a lot, and Alan was not sure how many times it was found.

Since that's the case, we can only rely on the power of the protagonist. Alan doesn't want to wait for the group of pharaoh guards to intercept him after they find out. He is ready to use his own way.

After recording the map, Allen snapped his fingers and a flash of inspiration passed by.

"Sleeping!"

Evelyn and Jonathan suddenly felt sleepy, their eyelids became heavier and heavier. After a breath, they tilted their bodies and fell asleep directly. Alan reached out to take the keys and maps from his hands. With a wave of his right hand, the figures of the three appeared directly at their homes.

“Memory weaving!”

Allen cleaned all their memories about the keys and maps, and then made up a memory according to their respective habits. Although memory weaving can change memories, false ones are fake, and those modified memories may be restored on their own one day. This time is sometimes a year or sometimes decades.

After completing the weaving of memory, Allen went directly to Cairo Prison. The protagonist O'Connor was in prison in a miserable manner. If there were no accidents, what was waiting for him was hanging.

He went straight to the warden's office. After paying some money, Allen successfully met O'Connor. He was dirty, with a stubble face, messy hair, a sour smell on his body, and his hands were covered with calluses. This down-and-out middle-aged man was O'Connor who escaped from Hamnata.

"Sir, he is the one you are looking for." The warden nodded and bowed and said to Alan.

"It's okay for me to take him away." Allen glanced at the down-and-out O'Connor and said to the warden.

"It's absolutely fine, sir, you can take him away at any time."

Allen nodded and walked out of Cairo Prison with O'Connor.

"Who are you? Why save me? What is your purpose?" O'Connor asked, looking at Allen after moving his wrists that were sorely strangled by handcuffs.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that I want to go to Hamnata." Allen said without answering his question.

"Hamnata? I don't know what you are talking about?" Hearing Hamnata, he became alert and directly denied that he knew Hamnata.

"Haha, don't be nervous, relax, I know you've been there..." Allen said softly, with a magical power in his voice. As Allen's voice became softer, O'Connor's expression gradually relaxed.

"Spiritual hint!"

"Tell me where Hamnata is!" Allen took out a well-made map and handed it to O'Connor. O'Connor cooperated very well to take the map, then picked up a pen to write and draw on the map. Soon a clear route was marked.

Allen took it and checked it out, then gave him some money and sent him away.

"chip!"

"Scan this map! Mark the location of Hamnata." A large amount of data flashed, and a map appeared in front of Allen.

Looking at the location marked above, Allen left Cairo, then bought a few camels and entered the desert.

Hamnata is not in this world. If you want to enter at a specific time, if Allen uses flying techniques to fly directly over, he is likely to see a piece of yellow sand.

Only when the sun rises and the sunlight that crosses the mountains shines on the dunes will the city of the dead appear, and it will only appear for ten minutes. If this time exceeds this time, the Hamnata will disappear again. If you want to enter, you can only wait for tomorrow's rising sun.

The Sahara Desert is hot, drought and sandstorms are the norm here. The poisonous snakes hidden under the sand dunes will take your life if you accidentally.

Alan rode a camel and walked leisurely in the desert. If he approached leisurely, he would find that it was very cool beside him, as if he was in a forest, with a breeze blowing, carrying a hint of cool water vapor.

After walking along the map for three days, Allen finally arrived at a place marked by the map, but there was yellow sand everywhere, without any trace of the city.

Alan came to the dune, released all his mental power, and carefully searched for any place around him, but he didn't find it at all, just like this was just an ordinary dune. A glimmer flashed in Alan's eyes, and he reached out and grabbed it, and a staff appeared in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible force spread out from the staff. With the help of the power of the artifact, Allen finally discovered something strange. There was a very hidden space crack on this seemingly ordinary sand dune.

The crack was covered by a divine power. If it were not for the power of the artifact, Alan would probably need to advance to the legend if he wanted to find it. After sensing the divine power above, Alan did not rashly touch the crack and turned around and returned to the bottom of the sand dune.

At this time, there were more than ten hours before the sunrise. I took out the food and cushions from the dimensional space. After eating, I fed the camel, then sat down cross-legged, quietly meditating and waiting for the sun to rise.

ps: Thank you to the lonely wanderer for the reward of 100 starting point coins.
Chapter completed!