Chapter 9

Dashtan tightly shook the hand of a man around the same age as his stepfather. A polite smile graced his face as the man smiled while shaking hands.

“Thank you for coming this far, Mr Reynaldi. Come on, please sit down,” Dashtan greeted, and then they sat across from each other on a dark blue sofa.

“Does not matter. Your dad said if I had to meet you to start the dig, you’d be in charge there.” Mr Reynaldi looked at Dashtan with his modest gaze. Dashtan smiled; the man had been so attached to him since they first met at the museum’s opening in Singapore. They have the same interest in science.

What things are buried there? Dashtan started his observation. He wanted to know what was in there; his mind was already guessing its value.

“From what our team got, the remains of human civilization as old as the Mayans were buried. Don’t imagine that civilization will be as wide as Atlantis and the Mayans. It’s only a small civilization, but it proves that a civilized tribe once lived on that