Egypt.

As one of the successors of the four ancient civilizations, this country, built on the banks of the Nile River, seems to have an ancient and mysterious atmosphere in nature. It is like the legendary country of gold and jade, born with majesty and beauty shining in the sun.

Especially under the influence of legends such as pyramids and mummies, it seems that this country standing between yellow sand and abundant water plants should not exist in reality, but should exist in the distant mythological depths of the desert, accompanied by the undead and the black cat.

Kitahara and Feng raised their eyes, and he watched a black cat nimblely jump into the house from the elegantly shaped window of the monastery, like a black panther jumping from a tree, with its golden eyes shining beautifully like dazzling metal.

The bright light of the moon appeared in its soul, but it only flashed away. When Kitahara and Feng came to their senses, the cat, who was not afraid of humans, had jumped on his shoulders and rubbed "mui" affectionately on his neck.

Since he opened his sight and heard the words from the world, Kitahara and Feng felt that their perspective had changed: he could see more than the human souls now, but more things, and more can also capture more details.

Now that he opened his perspective, the whole world that he looked at seemed to have turned into a glowing color, and the stars in the sky drooped like silk threads, flowing with beautiful colors.

This is obviously a product of another vision superimposed on the original version, which can further touch the true and essential appearance of the world.

Kitahara and Feng lowered their eyes and subconsciously touched the smooth and smooth fur of the black cat on their shoulders. Listening to the soft cat moan, they suddenly remembered the Egyptian cat goddess Buster in their minds.

Egypt's myth system is very complex, and there are completely different myths and creation myths circulating in various regions. As the family patron god and cat goddess, Buster, in some versions, is also the goddess of the moon in Egypt.

moon.

Kitahara and Feng recalled the flashing full moon pattern they had just seen, hugged the cat and rubbed the other person's head, making the other person squint their eyes comfortably, and their tails were rolled around.

This new perspective gives people the feeling...it is like the world giving it to him the "eyes" that look at everything.

The traveler hugged the cat that was so comfortable that he could rub his belly and suddenly wanted to sigh again: he felt that he had received a little help from this world, but he didn't know what method he could use to thank it.

"Keihara, don't be distracted. I think it's very necessary for you to learn these things."

The alchemist's lazily voice rang, and then he shook the glass bottle in his hand, put it aside, took out a little powder and poured it in.

"This is to prevent toxic gases from appearing after lead melts."

Phillips explained, then calmly took out a glass rod and stirred it several times to allow the liquid lead to flow evenly in the pan.

Kitahara and Feng hugged the cat and looked at the scene in front of them with curiosity with the boy beside them.

In view of the boy's previous property losses caused by the alchemist, Phillips is trying the most famous miracle in the history of alchemy - turning stones into gold in this monastery.

Although the pan feels a bit out of the way.

"The general situation is to use the Sage Stone. You should also know that some people always call it to tinker with gold and stone... Ha, it seems that creating gold is its only value."

Phillips stirred for a few times and stopped moving, instead took off the gem from the hilt of his knife, muttering unyieldingly, his voice full of arrogance and contempt.

It looks like it was a demeanor that he could curse most of the people in the medical community in one breath hundreds of years ago.

"Does I really need to use the Sage Stone when creating gold? Isn't this thing solved by following the seven-stage process? I don't know which guy who was wasting his talent used the Sage Stone to create gold..."

The alchemist was still complaining unpleasantly, while the outsiders around him looked at him with awe-inspiring look that "I don't understand but feels very reasonable".

Then the alchemist took out a yellow egg-shaped object sealed by wax from the inlay groove of the knife, carefully scraped off a slight wisp on it with a knife, and threw it into the pan.

He watched the liquid in the pan turn red instantly, squint his eyes in a good mood, and then said happily:

"But I have to say that using the Sage Stone to solve such problems will indeed be much faster, and it is basically a fool-like operation, which is simple and easy to understand... Why do you all look at me with this expression?"

"Mainly I didn't expect you to do that, right?"

Kitahara and Feng blinked helplessly, looking at the gradually cooling liquid, with a gentle indulgence in their voices: "How can you say it, it's worthy of you, Mr. Phillips?"

"Well, just call me Phillips. Actually, this is nothing. It's not difficult for me to make the Sage Stone."

The alchemist raised his eyebrows slightly, his posture was arrogant, and even raised his chin a little proudly. He took this comment. The pleasant curve of the corners of his mouth gave people a sense of sharpness and arrogance that was unique to genius.

When he mentioned his alchemy attainments, he acted closer to the arrogant and conceited Paracelsus in history, as if five hundred years were not enough to erase the edges and corners of this genius.

At the same time, Phillips looked at the traveler calmly, intending to get in with this marshmallow friend who seemed to be tolerant of anything, and by the way, he rubbed the cat that looked beautiful in the other person's arms.

The main reason is that the opponent's dazed expression when he was shot straight is so cute. His round eyes are like cats, as if they can reflect.

Moreover, when we get along, it is indeed like we are wrapped in marshmallows. We are gentle, soft, tolerant and understanding, and we will take the initiative to post: this is better than many cats.

"Phillips—"

Kitahara and Feng obviously saw the alchemist's idea, and he shouted each other's name helplessly, lowered his head and continued to touch the cat in his arms.

This is a cat raised in this monastery. It is often seen jumping and running back and forth between the snow-white buildings, with a queen-like elegance that looks down on all living beings.

The boy also curiously stretched out his hand to touch the cat that he usually jumped away when he saw him coming, but the cat flexibly avoided it, and even kicked his legs and jumped skillfully to a partition.

“Meow.”

The black cat glanced at the boy with a proud look, then jumped down and ran away quickly.

The shadow behind it did not catch up with the black cat at first, and was pulled up to grow and big in the sunlight, but soon rushed up and became normal.

——This is a sign.

The moment I saw this scene, an inexplicable enlightenment rose in my heart. Kitahara and Feng turned their heads slightly and saw almost the same surprise and understanding from the boy and the alchemist's eyes.

Did Sekhmet, the goddess who represents the lion and the war, become Buster, the goddess who represents the cat and the family?

Kitahara and Feng thought so.

"The war is probably over very quickly, which is good news. So I don't have to worry too much about you two fools."

Phillips narrowed his eyes and smiled, got up and stretched, then picked up the pan, took out the condensed golden cake from it, and skillfully broke it into five portions.

"One is for the monastery that temporarily takes us in. One is for myself, one is from Kitanohara, and one is from some idiot apprentice."

The alchemist quickly made a division, and at the same time stuffed the last piece of gold into the traveler's hand, smiled brightly at Kitahara and Feng, with a teasing meaning in his eyes:

"In the end, this is something that someone unlucky guy has spent all his money and will give it to him when he comes to find someone pitifully. So this monastery will be kept for the time being."

"Hey? I won't lose all my property so easily! I'm already very awesome!"

Knowing that this was saying that his boy opened his eyes wide and felt that he was underestimated, he shouted in protest, but the adults ignored this sentence. However, Kitanohara and Feng rubbed his head with a smile.

"This is my arrangement. The last process of destiny requires you to face it alone."

Phillips said to himself, completely without caring about the boy's personal opinion: "Where your heart is, your treasure is."

After saying that, his voice paused for a moment, and a gentle smell of blessing appeared in front of the boy, and a soft smile flowed in his eyes.

"Go and find it, go find the pyramid, kid."

He said.

The boy was stunned for a moment, then looked at Kitahara and Feng in a little confused manner, but the traveler just bent down and patted his shoulder with encouragement - this time he did not rub his head.

"Believe me, the pyramid is beautiful."

Kitahara and Feng Ping looked at the boy, with bright smiles in their orange-gold eyes: "Do you remember? The stories we talked about on the journey: stories about destiny, desert, books, about the people who wandered on the road, chasing the fate of people in the distance."

They talked a lot during the journey, including travel, love, courage and change, and human hearts.

The boy opened his mouth and realized that this was a separation that might never meet again.

But he didn't cry, but just reached out and grabbed Kitahara and Feng's hands, feeling his heart suddenly tightened in pain, his throat conveyed inexplicable soreness, and his bronze eyes looked at the traveler with some sadness.

“The pyramid is beautiful.”

Kitahara and Feng sighed softly, carried the boy into their arms, patted each other's back with their hands, and then separated after the other party recovered a little.

He wrapped the scarf with him like a real elder, then gently pressed his forehead against the other person's forehead, touched his nose affectionately, and gave a bright smile to the person in front of him.

——So smile, kid.

"I think that kid will definitely condemn you in the end."

Kitahara and Feng said to Phillips after saying goodbye to the boy, with a look in his eyes seemingly helpless, but more of a soft smile.

At that time, he and Phillips were walking together on the streets of Selum, Egypt, and the surroundings seemed a little cold and desolate. This place was very close to Libya. During the war, the conflict between the two countries caused a large number of people to migrate in the city, leaving only this seemingly cold and empty city.

"I know that his treasure is indeed not under the pyramid, but in his hometown, where he started. I also know that he would be beaten up there and robbed all his money - but if he didn't, he wouldn't know where his treasure is."

"and."

The alchemist hugged his hands and started to speak loudly: "If he told him about this in advance, he would not be able to see such a beautiful pyramid."

Kitahara and Feng blinked, as if they wanted to try to endure the smile at the corner of their mouths, but in the end they failed, so they turned their heads and smiled lightly.

"It's obviously your own bad taste, dear Mr. Phillips."

"Don't expose it. The wind will definitely let the child know what we were talking about. How embarrassed it was to be expose it."

"You'll be embarrassed, too? I thought you didn't care about these things for hundreds of years."

"Hey hey hey, I'm not like this!"

The two of them talked to each other in a row, and no one took the initiative to tell each other apart until they reached the end of the land and the seaside of the Mediterranean.

The moon soaks in the water and spreads out a gorgeous halo of milky white and silvery gray. It is clearly a cold tone, but it covers people's eyes gorgeously and beautifully, like a spider web growing and spreading in crystals, catching the fog at night.

Kitahara and Feng took out the shell from their arms, but did not put it in their ears, but just held it in their palms, and looked up at the sea that seemed to have not seen for a long time.

He can hear the continuous and distant sound of the sea without needing shells.

The alchemist hugged him next to him, silently, just a careful hug, perhaps leaning his chin against his shoulder, in short, just like in the desert.

Kitahara and Feng closed their eyes slightly, feeling the oncoming sea breeze, the sound of birds flapping their wings in the distance and the particularly gentle chirping in the night.

The heart of the person behind him was beating in this quiet night, and it seemed a bit violent - the alchemist's heart was always "bang" and kept beating, even he himself complained to the traveler about this.
To be continued...