1220 Speculation (1/2)

Zhang Zian observed the six people other than Peter Lee, finding that the difference in strength between both teams was extremely huge. His team comprised of all kinds of jobs, able to handle both physical and mental work, while their own team… Well, they were basically sick, old, young, and disabled.

The thing that he couldn't understand was that as elites in their own field, how had they ended up so caught up in Peter Lee's gibberish and believed in it so much that they'd decided to join the Cosmological Information Society?

Back then, there had been a period in China's history where everyone was obsessed with Qigong, from babies all the way to the elderly. Everyone rushed to the nearest open area to follow some master who'd popped out of nowhere to practice all kinds of Qigong advertised to be able to cure all illnesses. There were many people who'd gone bankrupt for these too, as well as scientists and government bodies that helped further the craze.

Compared to that, Peter Lee's actions were minor.

”So, I should call these followers by their jobs?” Zhang Zian's eyes brushed over them.

Peter Lee smiled. ”That would be great. It's hard to remember names, isn't it? The Spanish man who looks like the Father—his real name is really long. I can't remember it even after knowing him for so long.”

”Alright, I will inform Professor Wei Kang and his team as well.”

Zhang Zian agreed. Names were just identities. It was as Peter Lee said. It would be difficult to remember six different names from different languages and match them up to their faces too. It was easier to just call them by their occupations.

”So you're trying to find Zhong Guanying in the desert?” he asked again.

Peter Lee didn't mind the mockery in his voice, answering solemly, ”We have considered it before. If the sheepskin map is real, that pyramid must belong to an amazing pharaoh. Only then would people have exerted so much human energy and so many materials to build a pyramid in the deepest depths of the desert to hide this secret.”

Peter took a quick glance at their surroundings before lowering his voice. ”I won't hide from you. We have done investigations on the age of the sheepskin map,” he said. ”The results show that it comes from the end of the Ptolemaic dynasty to the beginning of Rome's rule. In this period of time, you could count the number of people that had great capabilities, great determination, upheld the culture of Ancient Egypt, and had amazing understanding of math and architecture on one hand…”

Zhang Zian tried his best to hide the great shock that he felt in his heart. If Peter wasn't lying, then there was clearly only one person that the pyramid had been built for—Cleopatra the Seventh. There was no one else who fit that criteria.

Zhang Zian put his focus on Peter Lee and the six other people, not noticing how Fina's ear twitched as it quietly shuffled closer, its green eyes fixed on Peter.

”You mean Cleopatra? That's impossible. Why would she build a pyramid there?” Zhang Zian asked him.

Peter shook his head. ”No one knows why. We are inclined to believe that that spot is where the purest energy in the universe collects, and she chose that spot after detailed calculations.”

Zhang Zian didn't think they were on the same wavelength at all.