god of tomorrow

What's the difference between this and a billionaire going on a long trip and packing up his wife, daughter, luxury cars, mansions, savings, mistress, etc., and entrusting them to a strong bodyguard for close care?

Once you leave, you're doomed, and coming back is as difficult as climbing to heaven.

The more Gawain thought about it, the more sense it made. It was his preconceived notion. No, it was all Dawn's fault. He had made this sunny and cheerful young man learn about conspiracy theories.

"Professor Glen, I'm leaving for Iris Province early tomorrow morning. I still have a lot of work to prepare tonight, so I won't be able to keep you company."

Seymour apologetically picked up his glass and drank it all in one gulp. He was in the prime of his career and was a very busy man. In addition to 32 believer meetings this year, he also had a bunch of academic salons, lectures, and debates.

Being the leader isn't easy; his schedule was packed. After drinking this glass, he hurriedly left.

They say time is like a ditch; if you squeeze it out, you'll always find some.

In reality, time is like water in the brain; there's plenty of it, but you can't squeeze any out.

Before leaving, Seymour told Glenn to think it over some more and not to rush to give an answer. The Eternal Flame was full of sincerity and was ready to welcome the Second-in-Command at any time.

After Seymour left, Ingmar took his place. This guy was completely unaware that he had been blacklisted by Glen for betraying his teacher and juniors. He excitedly praised the bishop and the Eternal Flame.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The following morning, Huangshiling.

The students stepped off the school bus with great excitement, but upon seeing the barren hills and yellow earth, their hearts sank, and they seriously suspected that the driver had taken them to the wrong place.

At this moment, several dusty old farmers stepped forward, looked Ge Lan up and down, and exclaimed in amazement, calling him a fine corpse.

The students wanted to laugh but dared not. After the misunderstanding was cleared up, the remaining half of their hearts sank.

There are no old farmers, they are all seniors in the field of archaeology, they just look old, they are only in their early thirties this year.

In an instant, cries of sorrow arose everywhere. The trainees hadn't even set foot on the ground yet, and they had already given up on the lucrative career of archaeologists.

On the easternmost hill of Huangshiling, dozens of tents were set up as temporary camps for the students. Although the environment was a bit harsh, there was plenty of bottled water and compressed biscuits. The accompanying school doctor was also equipped with a first-aid kit to ensure that the students would not lose this valuable internship opportunity due to heatstroke, acclimatization problems, or other issues.

The cries of sorrow rose again!

Huangshiling is covered with withered grass and cracked yellow soil, with jagged rocks exposed on the surface. There are almost no tall trees, only a few twisted dead trees sticking out crookedly in the wind.

Whenever the mountain wind howls, the jagged rocks and dry ravines seem to waile like ghosts and wolves, and the dust they whip up sends chills down your spine, making you think of something unclean.

Huangshiling is notorious for being a mass grave, and many timid trainees get leg cramps from the cold under the blazing sun.

"Students, don't worry. You are all elites of the history department and potential necromancers. If undead really appear, they should be afraid of you." Several old farmers took out their archaeological equipment from their magic wallets and distributed it to the students one by one.

Brushes, shovels, gloves, safety shoes, work clothes—that's it.

Judging from the rudimentary equipment, Huangshiling did not lack professional archaeologists, but rather oxen and horses that anyone could handle.

Next, the farmers assigned internship team leaders to the trainees, who were themselves, and introduced Huangshiling.

"Pits 0-38 have been excavated so far. Our internship site is located in pits 31-38. Students, please follow the list and go with your teachers..."

"Girls, don't worry, each pit has been covered with a greenhouse, so the sun won't shine on it..."

"The male students will have to work a little harder..."

After a brief introduction and reminders to interns to follow proper procedures, the old farmer concluded with a few encouraging words: "Students, Huangshiling is an ancient battlefield site dating back 1,500 years. Buried in the loess soil are not only bones, but also wealth..."

Why is it that when people mention archaeologists, the first thing that comes to mind is wealth?

"Because we really can find treasure..."

"Do you students know about sacred artifacts? They are treasures that the Church cherishes as its lifeblood. Many sacred artifacts were unearthed from ancient battlefield ruins..."

“Pits 31-38 are all new pits, and it’s possible that they contain sacred artifacts. If you can dig them out, they will be a treasure that you will benefit from for a lifetime!”

"Awoooooo—" xN

As expected of a pure-hearted college student, after taking a bite of the unrealistic pancake, he immediately became as energetic as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

Gao Wen rolled his eyes, wanting to tell his classmates that even if they dug up the holy artifacts, it would be useless. There would be no donations, only a scheming saintess and bishop putting on a show to tell them how despicable the church is.

Besides, are sacred artifacts so easy to dig up?

If they really managed to unearth some sacred artifacts, this lucrative job wouldn't be available to a group of interns; it would have been snapped up by the school's specialists long ago!

"How could a sacred artifact be unearthed just by shoveling a shovel..."

Gao Wen scoffed, unmoved by the promise, and dared to make a written bet that if any of the students, including himself, unearthed the sacred artifact, he would... His cousin Hill was doing a handstand and pooping in front of the school.

To be honest, his cousin can poop ten pounds!

Chapter 112 They really dug up a sacred artifact.

Archaeological work is far more complex than simply digging; it involves a series of rigorous and systematic projects that demand extremely high technical skills from the staff.

Before breaking ground, there is a survey and exploration. During the groundbreaking process, one must be quick and agile, which is not only a test of mental strength and experience, but also a test of physical strength. At the same time, a personal diary is essential.

After breaking ground, it's time to put together the building blocks, which is extremely mentally taxing and requires a lot of courage and imagination. It's something that most people can't do.

The girls were lucky and got to work assembling building blocks, but the boys were in a much worse situation. They had to squat in the pit and brush off layers of dirt, moving very carefully and not daring to be careless. It was even more tiring than screwing screws in a factory.

Pure cattle and horses!

Gao Wen was the most respected student. Given his academic prowess on campus, he should have been able to work hand-in-hand with the female students, building blocks together.

He voluntarily gave up this generous treatment and insisted on working in the fields, determined to uphold gentlemanly conduct, doing the physical labor himself and leaving the easier tasks to his female classmates.

It's definitely not because the old farmer's naan was big and round that he got the idea to dig up sacred objects and make extra money!

According to the old farmer, if we go back 1,500 years, there was no Huangshiling before. It was only after a lot of graves were buried that Huangshiling took shape.

That day, the ancient battlefield was devastating.

The two armies clashed, their battle cries deafening, when a powerful mage descended and brought the war to a complete end.

There was no close-quarters combat, nor any despairing chants; only a yellowish-brown halo instantly engulfed the heavens and earth. The earth, like a raging torrent, transformed into dozens of bottomless quicksand pits, plunging tens of thousands of soldiers, along with their commander, into the abyss.

The churning quicksand then solidified, sealing away tens of thousands of vibrant lives, along with their fear and struggle, dozens of meters underground, and to this day, not all of them have seen the light of day again.

The old farmer also said that an army of tens of thousands is no small number. It is very reasonable and proper to have a sacred artifact with the army. If we find the burial place of the commander, we will surely be able to find the lost sacred artifact that has been missing for thousands of years.

It sounds like a lie. Gao Wen refused the generous treatment and went to work in the fields so that he could suffer with his classmates.

Holy artifacts and such...

What if!

Heave-ho!

Around noon, while the students, who had barely eaten their fill, were resting, a figure took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, changed into a black suit and a bowler hat, activated the chameleon rune, and sped away from the camp.

Gawain.

Silverstone Ridge is just ten kilometers away, the place indicated by the treasure map. Since we're already here, we have to go, no matter how small the chances are.

If you find it, you've made a profit; if you don't, you've given up on it. Either way, you're not at a loss.

Gao Wen calculated the time carefully. He had an hour's rest at noon, and at his speed, he could easily go to the toilet twice.

This is in the bag!

Ten seconds later, the expressionless black-robed skeleton stopped the tan-colored chameleon.

"Gao Wen, what are you doing here?" Ge Lan asked quietly.

"Obviously, I'm on patrol, checking if any students are skipping class. Professor, you know me, I hate people who skip class all the time!"

Gawain extinguished the chameleon rune and calmly took off his suit and hat: "If I had known that you would be patrolling in person, Professor, I wouldn't have made things worse. It's a good thing it was you. If it were someone like VanVleet, he would have definitely framed me for skipping class."

"to be frank!"

When Ge Lan heard that Soulfire was agitated, he knew that Gawain was not being honest. He paid close attention and caught him red-handed.

He could leave the other trainees alone and cover up their mistakes even if they caused trouble. But Gao Wen was different. If he wasn't kept a close eye on him, he could really cause a huge mess.

This is Hotwind City in the Linglan Province, not a university town. This has really given Gao Wen a lot to think about. Ge Lan is worried that even if he puts all his efforts into it, he won't be able to withstand the strain.

"Professor, I need to use the restroom."

"Why go so far when we could just find any place?"

What if a female classmate sees me?

"Nobody cares about such a trivial matter."

"Professor, that's sexism! What's wrong with men? Does that give men the right to pull out a pressure relief valve in broad daylight in front of female students?"

Gao Wen argued vehemently, then said helplessly, "Not to mention the risk of being treated like a hooligan and having my weapons disarmed, I have a girlfriend. I promised her before I left... Anyway, Professor, you've been married, so you should know how unreasonable your girlfriend can be. If even a little bit of word gets out, I won't be able to explain myself."

It seems that's true; when I was in a relationship back then, I was also tormented to the point of near death...

Wait a minute, what nonsense are you spouting here?

Ge Lan glared at Gao Wen: "There are no female trainees in your group."

"Male classmates are even worse. Do you know the phrase 'huge and unparalleled'? Not to mention that doing this would make my classmates distance themselves from me even more, if I encounter a cunning bottom and rumors spread, my girlfriend will just cry and beg me to at least cheat on her with a woman, otherwise she will be a failure as a person."

Gao Wen said confidently, "Besides, I deliberately went this far for the purpose of fertilizing. This desolate place doesn't have a single green blade of grass. I can't let down the feast we had last night. Only by finding green plants can they continue to shine and contribute after turning into spring mud!"

"Blah blah..."

"Waabi waabi..."

Since becoming bound to Ge Lan, Gao Wen has become the department head's number one henchman in the eyes of his classmates. He has become increasingly unruly in front of Ge Lan, with a smirk and a string of witty remarks, doing whatever is meant to annoy her.

To outsiders, it's a sign of a close relationship between two people to be so angry that they're practically dead.

That's Gawain, how can it be the same!

Otherwise, try talking about your "second son" and "girlfriend" in front of the department head. If you keep talking about things the department head doesn't even know, he'll definitely reset your credits on the spot and teach you why you should respect your teachers.

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense..."

Glen felt annoyed by the hundreds and thousands of flies swarming around his skeletal frame, and repeatedly waved his hand to shoo Gawain back to the camp.

In the afternoon, after an hour's rest, the oxen and horses continued to work. Ge Lan went to Gao Wen's internship pit, took out a recliner, and leisurely lay down.

He personally supervised the construction, never letting Gao Wen out of his sight!

"..."

Gao Wen: ╭(╯^╰)╮

So what if he's the department head? He likes to stay in the office, huh? Let's see who can outlast whom.