When the priest's voice rang in his ears, it was like an illusion, and it left even faster. Like a dandelion, it was blown away by the wind in the blink of an eye.
What was this strange thing trying to tell him?
Jon certainly did not understand, nor did he want to understand.
The strange voice disappeared after it rang in his ears once. No matter how hard Jon fiddled with his fingers, it did not appear again. However, the gloves on his hands showed some changes. As he moved, the ash-like material on the gloves peeled off from the skin, and then revealed what was inside.
It was like an old thing that had shed its disguise, revealing the smooth essence under the surface.
It was as if the gloves had grown on Jon's hands.
"It seems that this is the real appearance of the gloves," Professor Sprout asked softly, "What did you do?"
"I don't know," Jon tried to take the gloves off his hands, but he found that he could not pull them off no matter how hard he tried. It was as if the gloves were originally on his hands. No matter how hard he tried, not only did the gloves not leave his hands, but they even deprived him of his sense of touch.
He could clearly feel the existence of his hands, but he could not feel the pulling between the gloves and his hands.
"What's wrong?"
Professor Sprout came over to take a look, but this witch was obviously more attentive than Jon.
"Don't move, let me see what this is."
Jon stopped pulling the gloves and let Professor Sprout pull his hands over.
Following Professor Sprout's gaze, he found that there were two lines of text embroidered on the wrist of the gloves, but because the gloves had been left there for too long, the gold embroidery had begun to darken.
When it came to the text, Professor Sprout's face became more and more serious.
She reached out her hand, and without chanting a spell, she used a flying spell to pull out a research book on ancient Egypt from the bookshelf. She began to search for the corresponding content according to the pattern of words embroidered on Jon's gloves.
Chown didn't dare to move anymore. Professor Sprout's serious way of dealing with the situation made him feel a bit panicked, even though he didn't think it was a big deal.
After all, except for the gloves, everything else was fine.
And the gloves fit his hands perfectly. They did not continue to tighten or cause any harm to his body.
"I don't recommend you continue to be optimistic, Jon. Look at this."
Professor Sprout spread out the book in her hand. Jon looked in the direction of the professor's finger. It was a translated version of the text embroidered on the gloves he was wearing.
"Spring comes back to the earth, and death is the spur."
He looked up at Professor Sprout and asked, "What does this mean?"
"This is a chapter praising the ancient Egyptian god, Osiris. In ancient Egyptian mythology, Osiris's brother, Seth, coveted his brother's throne, so he killed him.
According to historical records, Osiris was the god of fertility and rebirth.
His image in the myth was a tightly wrapped mummy, holding a staff in one hand and a long whip in the other.
The staff could give growth to all things, and the whip could drive away death. His reign was described as a prosperous era.
At that time, Osiris was respected among the gods. He and his sister Nephthys gave birth to Anubis, the god of death, and another sister, Isis, the goddess of magic, and Horus, the king of the end in ancient Greece.
They were two of his more famous children. Horus avenged him, and Anubis dedicated his position as the god of death to him. "
When it came to her field of expertise, Professor Sprout began to talk incessantly. It was the same when she was teaching students, so Jon had long been accustomed to her state of mind.
"Generally speaking, the ancient Egyptian legend of this myth is that after Seth killed Osiris, he divided his body into fourteen pieces and threw them in different places in Egypt along the Nile River. Isis then went to look for Osiris' body. Some legends say that she held a funeral in every place where she found a piece of stone. As the Goddess of Magic, she had many followers to help her. She also built a tomb for her husband to bury the pieces of the body and hide the location of the real core tomb."
Professor Sprout hesitated for a while before continuing, "The box you have should be the body box used to bury Osiris's hands, which is the coffin."
Jon was not surprised. After all, it was difficult to not involve the tombs of the gods when it came to myths. Relics were relics. Otherwise, how could it be called a relic?
While Professor Sprout was describing, Zhang Heng did not stay idle. Instead, he briefly flipped through the book.
According to the description of the book, the text on the gloves came from the Book of the Dead in ancient Egyptian mythology. In the legend, in order to hide the real core of the gods, Isis used spices and beeswax to create a complete prosthetic body of Osiris based on each piece of Osiris's body. Then, she gave it to her followers to carry out daily rituals and build tombs.
"So obviously, the box you have contains a prosthetic body made by Osiris's hands. But without the power of the real gods, it is difficult for the prosthetic body to withstand the erosion of time. Even the remains of the gods themselves cannot withstand the erosion of time. They will gradually return to the environment with the passage of time. This pair of gloves should be something that Osiris wore to fuse with his mummy appearance. It may have some magical abilities, but it can't be regarded as a divine artifact. It can only be said that it has been soaking in the power of the gods for a long time and has derived some special power. For the current you, it should be very useful."
"But I have no way of knowing how to use it."
Jon showed a worried expression. This kind of thing could play a big role in front of him, but the problem was that he did not know how to use it, which gave him a headache.
How painful it was to have a treasure but not be able to use it.
"The way is on the gloves."
Professor Sprout pointed to the text on the gloves and smiled. "This is the activation code of the gloves."
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