Treasure Hunters, Sail the Blue Sea

Chapter 7 "The Inheritance of the Magician"
It was the voice of Aunt Marcie and the voices of the townspeople.

Hearing such a cry, Arka turned his head and looked outside the cave.

The sky outside the cave was already pitch black, and the bright stars dotted the black curtain.

The high hanging full moon reflected on the sea surface, reflecting a softer silver light.

Alka's first reaction was that it was bad.

He is now in the cantilevered cave, with his footprints and ropes hanging down below.

As long as you are not blind, it is impossible not to discover yourself.

Then they may find that they have found the treasure.

"No, I just found a little residue, which is not enough to make them so jealous."

Alka looked down at the coin in his hand, and two fine rubies.

The total value of 36 silver snakes is the money earned by a craftsman in seven or eight years.

It will only make them envious. With Aunt Marcy's family protecting them, they will not act irrationally because of this little money.

And according to memory, the residents on the island are very united and somewhat xenophobic.

Not to mention that this is the property left by his mother and grandparents.

On the contrary, if you hide it yourself, it will make these people think more.

After figuring this out, Alka immediately took action.

He came directly to the entrance of the cave, picked up the torch and waved it outside twice.

"I am here!"

With the light of the fire, and the sound passed out.

"Look up there, there's a torch over there."

"It's the voice of that brat Alka, thank goodness he's all right."

"Let me just say, how could something go wrong with Alka every day, he's just a little mischievous."

"Marcy is too anxious, but why is this brat up there, and how did he get up there."

The townspeople who discovered Alka surrounded him.

Aunt Marcy stood below holding a torch, and said loudly to Alka: "What are you doing up there, why don't you come down quickly, do you know how worried I am about you?"

"I'll come down right away, let's make way."

……

An hour later, Arka returned to his home.

Aunt Marcy was holding the body bag containing her mother, and there were still clear tears in her eyes.

Her husband, Boca, was by her side.

What Siegert was holding in his arms was a metal iron weighing 50 kilograms, and he placed it directly by the door after entering.

He said out of breath, "Why do you have to bring this thing back? It's just a piece of metal, and the quality is not good enough. Do you want to be a blacksmith?"

Hearing his words, Arka just smiled awkwardly.

He couldn't say that this was the treasure, although he couldn't see anything special about the treasure.

He originally wanted to carry this piece of iron away by himself, but Aunt Marcy must ask her son to help carry this piece of iron away.

Although Siegert was reluctant, but thinking that Alka had just recovered, he half-pushed and hugged him back.

Aunt Marcy wiped away her tears, reached out and squeezed her son's ear hard.

Turning a blind eye to his son's screams, he gently and grandly placed the ashes bag in his hand on the table.

It seemed that he was afraid of being unstable, so he took some things to hold it in place.

What was spread out in her hand was the bracelet representing her mother's identity, which was gently placed on the table.

Wipe away his tears again.

"Alka, save your mother's bones. I will talk to Priest Pakchi tomorrow to prepare for the funeral."

After finishing speaking, he came over, hugged A-Ka into his arms, and patted him on the shoulder fiercely.

"Don't be sad, it's a good thing to find your mother's bones."

"Take a good rest and talk about it tomorrow."

After she finished speaking, she took her husband and her son out of the door.

Before leaving, Boka turned his head to Alka and nodded silently.

Sigurt obviously had something else he wanted to say to Alka, but facing his mother's toughness, he could only reluctantly follow him out.

Before he left, his eyes were full of desire to talk.

Alka really had to find the treasure, although it was just a wreck that had already been taken by others, but for these teenagers and young people, it was a very exciting thing.

It's just a pity, it's a pity that Yu Treasure has already been taken first.

When Aunt Marcy's family left the courtyard, Alka immediately locked the windows and the door.

Only then did Alka lift the oil lamp on the table to the bedside.

Leaning against the oil lamp, he opened the manual and turned to the page of the map.

On the ordinary map, dots of light appeared.

At this moment, there were only two white dots left, and the blue light dots on the coast had dimmed, turning into ordinary blue dots.

Arka reached out and clicked on it.

【Jack's Magic Treasure】(Harvest)

[Difficulty: Adult]

【Famousness: 1325】

【Treasure information: the legacy of Jack Monk, the captain of the well-known treasure hunting ship "Fantasy Poker". 】

[Treasure harvest: 1 golden sail, 1 golden leaf, 6 silver snakes, 2 tiny gems.Jack Monk's "The Magician" Legacy. 】

The gold coin is still in his pocket.

The inheritance of the "magician" should be the metal ingot weighing more than 50 kilograms.

That thing is inheritance?

I thought it was some incredible precious metal.

Alka immediately wiped the metal ingot by the door clean and carried it to the bed.

This is like a metal ingot that is completely poured together, so the question is, how to get inheritance?

blood?

This was the first method he thought of, and it was also the one that came to mind in an instant.

Related to the power of fantasy, blood is too classic.

In addition, if you really want to count, you are indeed a relative of Jack, and you can be regarded as a descendant of a distant family.

Maybe dripping blood is really useful.

Thinking of this, Alka immediately picked up the knife on the table and lightly cut his finger.

A small bloodstain appeared on the index finger. After squeezing hard, a drop of blood finally appeared, and it dripped down unsteadily.

Alka stared with wide eyes.

However, the blood dripped on the metal ingot in the form of splashes, and there was nothing special about it.

Useless.

What else is there to open it?

spell?

gesture?

You can't need special power, can you?Like magic or something.

If that's the case, he's really screwed.

Pick up the metal ingot, and start to touch and observe the surface carefully, not letting go of any corner.

When I got it before, I was interrupted by the shouts outside, and I haven't had time to observe it seriously.

Apart from the pattern on the top, I really didn't see anything special.

Suddenly, on the cross-section of the metal ingot, I felt a sense of unevenness.

Pick up the oil lamp and look carefully.

It has sunken lines and is filled with dirt so it cannot be seen clearly in a dimly lit room.

He dug out all the dirt inside with his nails, and blew vigorously.

The texture is revealed.

Two words.

"chanting"

(End of this chapter)