Everyone watched Zuzi with bated breath.
Although they didn’t want to believe that this ancient tomb ca from Western ancestors, they never expected that such a precious artifact, a carpet, could be called a "foot mat".
And the goddess Hera, revered by Western believers like Davis, was being referred to as "little girl"?
Was this woman a deity in her past life to dare speak like this?
Their perspectives seed to have been turned completely upside down, and they had to tilt their heads to look at Zuzi.
"You, you’re talking nonsense! Do you think ignorant and foolish words like these can sway serious archaeological identification?!" Davis was so angry that steam seed to rise off his head, and his face, previously darkened by smoke, turned even darker.
Gu Shiyin, in a soft and gentle voice, half-advised and half-provoked, said beside him, "Dean Davis, Zuzi is just a student. Don’t argue with juniors. Of course, your assessnt is the most authoritative. Maybe you could connect with the International Archaeological Association on site and sign off on the assessnt results..."
She was pushing Davis to quickly sign off responsibility for the assessnt results, bringing in authoritative witnesses, to publicly disgrace Zuzi.
She couldn’t believe that with so many professionals present, they could be outmatched by a re freshman?
Moreover, without Bao Gucheng around, what storm could Zuzi, lacking a backbone, possibly stir up?
Zuzi, you’ve jumped out today without thinking and will only beco a joke!
Enduring his anger, Davis nodded, "Alright."
He knew how to prioritize, and at this mont, it was most important to finalize the fate of the ancient tomb, not waste ti arguing.
Taking the signal booster brought by reporters, he dialed an international video call: "..."
anwhile, Zuzi, unhurriedly, raised her hand and instructed, "Xiao Feng, lift up this foot mat."
Xiao Feng?
Which Xiao Feng?
The archaeologists exchanged glances; none of them was nad Feng.
Then they saw the elderly Feng Tang huffing and puffing as he ran over to Zuzi with utmost respect:
"Little Ancestor, have you forgotten, Xiao Feng lost a bet with you last ti and now has changed his surna to Ma, just call Xiao Ma."
Everyone: "..." My goodness, their worldview was shaken again, what kind of situation was this!
Zuzi’s red lips curved slightly as she chuckled, "Forget it, Xiao Feng sounds better. Let’s get to work."
"Aye!" Feng Tang enthusiastically agreed and imdiately followed Zuzi’s instruction, lifting a corner of the carpet.
The crowd, dumbfounded by this string of outrageous actions, was left speechless.
But when they finally saw the line of ancient Roman letters woven in colorful threads on the back of the carpet, they couldn’t help but gasp: "This..."
Everyone quickly buried their heads in dictionaries.
These obscure ancient Roman letters were painstakingly translated to form a simple yet earth-shaking phrase—
"Respectfully offered to the Ancestor, may you have eternal blessings and peace. From Hera."
Heavens.
This carpet was offered by the goddess Hera to so Ancestor.
Who else could Hera call Ancestor?
Hera, already the wife of Zeus, a top-tier goddess in Western mythology, who else could she respectfully call Ancestor and personally weave a carpet to offer?
Soone with sharp eyes noticed a small golden illustration above the line of colorful ancient Roman letters.
Nine Phoenix-like birds soared in the clouds, pulling a golden glazed carriage, exuding a breathtaking aura.
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