Starting My Treasure Hunting In England

When Mrs. Nell said that the information came from some songs in the tribe, Liang En thought the other party would dictate the information. Unexpectedly, the old lady took out a tablet computer from her bag and searched for keywords. A bunch of files.

These files are all the songs passed down by the Otter tribe. Each file has music scores and lyrics, and these lyrics indicate the pronunciation of the auxiliary language in Latin letters and have English translations below.

"I know this thing doesn't look like an ancient inheritance, but I think this method is more conducive to passing on those ancient legends than traditional oral transmission." Mrs. Nell said with a smile.

"You are right." Joan of Arc suddenly said in French at this time. Seeing this, Liang En immediately started to translate. "The most important thing is that the wisdom that has been handed down can be properly preserved, and the carrier is not important."

"For example, we first used parchment to record things, so when we later switched to paper, some people felt that it insulted the sanctity of knowledge. But in fact, it is precisely because of cheap paper that valuable knowledge can be spread widely. And pass it on.”

"Yes, you are right. What we should focus on is wisdom itself, not those ritual things." After listening to Liang En translate these words, Mrs. Nell's face burst into a smile.

In fact, many people criticized his approach even in the tribe, thinking that she had weakened the sacredness of the sacred tradition. Fortunately, most people did not object to this approach, allowing her plan to be successful. Carry it out.

But even so, it was a very serious charge for a wizard to be accused of lacking sanctity, and so the accusations caused old Lady Nell to suffer internally. That's why she was so happy when Joan of Arc recognized her actions from the bottom of her heart.

For Liang En, this kind of organizing work is really convenient for him to find information. After combining the information that he felt was related to the Holy Land, Liang En quickly found many valuable clues.

"I think I can probably pinpoint the possible location of that holy land now." After putting down the tablet in his hand and rubbing his eyes, Liang En said to everyone who was staring at him.

"What? You found it now!" Everyone present looked at Liang En in shock, because during this time everyone at the site was struggling to find clues about the Holy Land, but found nothing.

"Yes, there is a lot of information hidden in these otter tribe poems, and after summarizing this information, you can find a series of clues about that holy land." Liang En nodded and said.

"For example, the location of the holy land is probably here." As he spoke, Liang En called up a map on his tablet, and then drew a circle with a diameter of more than fifty kilometers in northern Nevada.

"Is there any difference between this place and other places?" Pierce also took out his smartphone and checked on the map before asking. "I don't see anything unique about this relative to the surrounding area."

"This needs to be read in conjunction with the poems circulated in the tribe. For example, the poem says that after passing through a mountain col and crossing a river, a warrior exploring the path felt the clear water, grassland and argali. Then it was written that they had found the Holy Land.”

"You mean that the holy land should be at the intersection of a mountainous area and a river, right?" Joan of Arc tilted her head and thought for a few seconds before asking.

"Yes, and it should be on the edge of a large desert. Because the poems before these lines are about tribe members trekking in the long yellow sand for a long time, and countless people fell."

"But this place is in the western United States. Deserts are really common." Fan Meng frowned. "In addition, those indigenous people were forced by the US army to advance on foot. In this case, even a small desert today would cause huge harm to them, so it is difficult to determine the size of the desert."

"You're right." Liang En nodded. "But I checked the information left by the US government on the Internet, which includes the forced migration routes of various tribes."

"If you combine those routes, you will find that the road written in the poem is the road from the Great Salt Lake in Utah to the current city of Wells, and the one that fits this is the border between Nevada and Utah. In this mountainous area.”

"In addition to this poem, the same is true for several other poems that mention holy places. If you combine the adjectives that mention holy places, you will find that they are more suitable for this land."

"Then can you narrow the scope a little? We really can't completely block such a large area." Mrs. Nell asked from the side.

"Sorry, if we had that pipe, we might be able to do this, but now it's difficult to do it with only pictures." Liang En shook his head helplessly.

If he had that pipe in hand, Liang En thought he might be able to use the cards to find the target, but now he could analyze this pile of photos to the limit.

"If this is the case, I think we can only organize manpower to search this area first." After hearing what Liang En said, Mrs. Nell sighed. She naturally knew that Liang En could do this step very quickly. incredible.

They had never thought of this method before, so compared to the original headless collision, at least Liang En's discovery defined a range for them.

"I think we can also join the search." Just when the other party stood up and was about to leave, Liang En suddenly said that he felt that if he went to the scene, he might be able to find more clues.

"Thank you so much." Old Mrs. Nell and the two Native Americans behind her greeted Liang En with grateful faces. In their opinion, Liang En, a complete outsider, was willing to do so at this time. It is a great kindness to put yourself at risk to help them.

"I swear to my ancestors, no matter whether you can help us find the bandits or the holy land this time, you will be our Otter tribe's closest friends." Mrs. Nell said seriously.

There was a reason why she was so solemn. In addition to Liang En's identity as a famous scholar, the inference ability he had shown before also greatly increased the probability of finding the holy land.

Next, the few people took a plane to Salt Lake City in Utah next door under the arrangement of Mrs. Nell. Then they borrowed four pickup trucks directly from fellow tribesmen who ran a car rental business in the local area and drove west along the road.

The reason why so many cars were driven away was because the manpower mobilized by Mrs. Nell had begun to gather at the border between the two states, so more vehicles were needed to transport people and supplies.

For Liang En and the others, this is the fastest way to get to their destination. Because that place is located in the wilderness of northern Nevada and transportation is really inconvenient, it is already very good to transfer to a plane and then reverse like this.

Of course, this road was also the exile route of the Native Americans, so if you followed this road, you could conduct an on-site survey of the entire environment to confirm your previous judgment.