Carol, your sister is here!

After parting the bangs on his forehead, he replied seriously: "I am very grateful to you, master, but this is not something any doctor can do."

In this day and age, there is no medicine that can cure her.

Even the advancement of medicine in the twentieth century could not find a cure for her physical weakness.In the hands of an old famous Egyptian doctor a year ago, it was stabilized to a great extent. It is basically the same as ordinary people except that it needs to be taken regularly. It is a pity that during this period of time, not only the medicine was discontinued, but also various disasters were encountered, and it did not decline. It's strange to go down.

Rather than looking for ancient doctors, she would like to go to various countries to visit priests who are said to have mysterious powers, to see if there are clues about the change of time and space.

Her tone was very sincere and determined, but Rabaru obviously disagreed with that statement, and immediately began to talk endlessly: "You haven't even tried it, so why are you so sure it won't work? It's the most stupid way to not cherish your own life." , wasting one’s knowledge is also blasphemy of God’s gift! Everyone has their own way to go, you are only staying here for a short time, your future is still continuing, instead of passively waiting for it to come to an abrupt end someday. . . ”

Casey was a little helpless, but he couldn't refuse the old man's kindness flatly, and pretended to be perfunctory and perfunctory, but in fact, it went in from one ear to the other and out from the right.Just at this time, when the eyeballs turned around and saw the pile of letters, she had a flash of inspiration, so she interrupted Labalou in a hurry when he was planning to come to the next paragraph after finishing a lot of words: "Master, I suddenly thought, Is there actually a good way to let more people see your carefully written books?"

"What way?" Labalu was suddenly interrupted, and asked with some concentration.

"That's what I think, master. You have painstakingly written all your life's knowledge and understanding on papyrus and parchment, but those books are not available and affordable for ordinary people, right? Isn't that a pity?" Seeing that Rabaru's attention was attracted, she continued her efforts happily: "If it is made with clay board? The process of writing so many words on the ground is very time-consuming and energy-consuming, and it is also very cumbersome, which limits the use and dissemination. However, there is a solution. When making bronze weapons, the excess scrap is not hard enough to cast It is a sharp tool, but it can be used to make a seal model for words."

She searched on the table, but couldn't find a tool to demonstrate, so she had to rely on gestures: "On the baked and soft clay floor, press it down row by row like stamps, which saves a lot of time and effort, and the text is easier to read." It won’t be top-heavy. If you adjust and adjust, you can even print a whole board at the same time.” It’s a pity that she doesn’t know how to make paper, otherwise it would be easier and lighter.At first, she thought that the thin papyrus was made by papermaking techniques. Later, she realized that not only the materials were hard to find, but also the steps were complicated. A luxury that is only used when recording important documents in the royal family, even in Egypt, it is impossible to abuse it.

Labalou stroked his beard thoughtfully, and nodded noncommittally for her to continue talking.

Pursing her somewhat dry lower lip, Kathy became inexplicably nervous, and her voice became much softer: "Also, have you ever thought about collaborating with some experienced and good-natured teachers to jointly compile a few easy-to-understand books? I understand, textbooks for children? I have heard that, except for aristocratic families who can afford private teachers, there is no unified teaching material in the school. They teach according to each teacher's preferences, and each subject is important. The ratio is also directly related to the teacher's tendency. This directly leads to their one-sided learning, which is also directly related to the teacher's level. If there is a standard and comprehensive textbook as a template for them to teach, it may be difficult Better? If some difficult concepts are arranged with some illustrations, it will be easier to understand. Even children who cannot afford to go to school can learn by themselves by copying a textbook with a reed.” In fact, there are many ideas, such as The library's lending system, but there are too many aspects involved, and it is very troublesome to manage, so she should keep silent.

In fact she had said enough.

From that day on, Rabalou seemed to be in a trance, as if his hidden educator attributes had been fully activated, turning all the books in those rooms upside down.The largest room was already full of dust, and even the slightest movement would send the smoke flying, but he didn't care, he plunged into it, sat cross-legged on the dirty floor, muttering Those heavy clay slabs were turned over one by one.He has a good memory, as long as he has read it, he can get the general content by scanning the beginning, and whenever he thinks it needs to be used, he will take it out and throw it at the door.Casey, who is more sensitive to the bronchi, did not dare to go in for fear of inhaling dust, so he stayed outside and was responsible for sorting out the thrown boards for him, and then stacked them neatly on the wooden table, and came back after Kumar finished his housework Help move out together.

Looking at the gray back, she secretly wiped the cold sweat from her forehead: this state has been going on for several days, and she has no intention of stopping.She was really worried about Rabaru's physical condition, not to mention the elderly, even young people couldn't bear such a high-intensity rush job!

The only good thing is that Rabalou seems to have completely forgotten about taking her to Egypt for medical treatment in half a month.

With a complicated mood, he piled up the last board at hand, and the table was so full that it couldn't fit any more.It is not impossible to pile up a little higher, but this desk was not intended to bear so many heavy loads when it was designed. It is purely handmade by Kumar. It's better to accept it when you see it.Looking down at his watch, he realized that it was almost twelve o'clock.Usually at this time, Kumar has already returned from shopping at the foot of the mountain, why is it still quiet until now?

At this moment, she heard the familiar creaking sound of the oak door outside the small vegetable garden at the front door, and soon the footsteps were getting closer.Is Kumar back?It's been so long this time, I'm afraid I bought a lot of things.

She was about to go out to meet him and help him get things, but before she could make a sound, she found that the footsteps coming from outside were obviously more than one person?The sound of footsteps is neat and orderly, which shows that there is a strong discipline, and the heavy and messy part of Kumar is extremely abrupt.There were no other voices to distinguish who was coming, and no one spoke to each other.

Could it be a bad guy who took Kumar hostage to kidnap the master?

Shocked by this thought, Casey's first reaction was to quickly drag Master Rabalou to hide, and then fasten the door of the study room firmly.But if you think about it with your brain, you know that this is completely unrealistic.Not to mention that the other party has a large number of people and can destroy the small room made of pure wood and mud bricks at any time, and these two old and weak people have no fighting power. Even if they hide temporarily, who can they count on to rescue?If they don't force their way, they can die of thirst and starvation.Over the wall?Although the wall was not high and there were haystacks on which to step, they were probably caught before they ran far.

She dismissed the images of Nazi concentration camps releasing poisonous gas in secret rooms that naturally came to her mind, and decisively closed the outer wooden door. Unfortunately, this design has no latch and can be opened casually.Then he picked up the broom used for sweeping, tore off the hair band, took out the dusty dagger and fixed it on the broom, wrapped it around several times to make it as firm as possible, and used it as a temporary stabbing gun.

Then, she stood at the dead corner inside the door, tightly holding the rough wooden handle with both hands, holding her breath and nervously waiting for the person who didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend to open the door.

"The master is here," Kumar said cautiously, always feeling a little breathless under the invisible coercion, and pushed the door open to let the first person in—

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound, and the slender and powerful right hand easily grasped the wooden handle that was suddenly attacked, but missed its aim due to too much force, and the powerful arm that could easily bend a bow and set an arrow to shoot through the mountain fir With a little effort, it was easily snatched away.

"Prince Izmi, long time no see."

Casey put her hands behind her back naturally, blinked innocently, and made a pure and harmless expression.

It seemed that she wasn't the one who whipped someone with a stick just now.

Izmi, whose departure time happened to be wrong with the subordinate who reported the letter, obviously did not receive the summons, so he never thought why the blonde girl who had returned to the Nile Goddess in Luka's testimony was here with her mentor?

Luca, who happened to occupy a good position, was fortunate enough to appreciate the prince's once-in-a-lifetime surprised expression.Although the mask was only slightly cracked, judging from the raised eyebrows, it was enough for him to infer how surprised the master was.

So satisfying.

Half a minute later, Labalu, who was dizzy from work, finally took a straight look at the gangster he hadn't seen for a long time, and excitedly dragged him to the living room to discuss matters related to how to implement teaching materials and rubbings.Izmi's subordinates naturally followed, but they just stayed outside.Kathy, on the other hand, slipped into her room in embarrassment.

She—she was really weak!What a shame!

The author has something to say: Thank you for your understanding, trust and support. I opened my article with trepidation today, waiting to see a lot of abuse and negative comments.