Treasure hunter, sailing on the blue sea

Chapter 67 Clues to the treasure

"[Pointer] spell."

Lucilia next to her pointed at the spell on the compass and said.

The incantation of this object is actually clearly engraved on the surface.

Seeing Lucilia recognize the unknown spell again, Alka couldn't help but glance at him.

"You are really knowledgeable."

Hearing Alka's praise, Lucilia smiled sweetly: "Thank you, my friends all call me Scholar."

"Does this spell have any effect?"

"[Pointer] is generally used to be engraved on various items. It can point to a place or an object or a person forever."

That's why it's called "locking the compass".

The magic power flowed down the arm and into the compass.

The material of the compass seems to be some kind of demon-friendly material, and it is very easy to infuse magic into it.

The patterns and spells above lit up slightly.

A pointer floated out of thin air, with the tip pointing in one direction.

No matter how Alka switches it around, it always points there.

"It seems that the [Pointer] has been locked." Lucilia said when she saw this situation.

The pointer disappears as the magic power is cut off.

It is not yet known where this thing refers to.

Place the compass and look toward the book.

The thick books are like bricks, with no words written on the cover, and "isolation" is also engraved on it.

It seems to be a rare book.

Alka flipped it open.

I couldn't understand the text inside at all, Alka had never seen it before.

Not the Wensa language he is using now.

"The White Crocodile's Essay?"

Lucilia exclaimed.

"Do you know him?" Alka turned to look at her.

Lucilia nodded and said with a hint of surprise in her voice: "This kind of writing can be called ancient even in the era when I lived."

"The White Crocodile Text has a hidden power in legend. The information written in this type of text will be protected."

I don’t understand, I don’t understand at all.

"Then look at what's written on it?"

Alka couldn't help but ask.

Lucilia nodded, she was also very interested.

Books that can be written in White Crocodile's script must contain precious enough secret knowledge.

“The Land of Dreams, unsigned, for those who want to go to the legendary land.

…

At the cost of never returning, I went here. ‘Miscellaneous Conch’ seems to like this place very much.

The Conch is a ghost ship and my most important friend. "

"What is a ghost ship?" Alka was beside him and couldn't help but asked curiously.

"The high-level spell ships that are used all year round may have independent consciousness after experiencing the baptism of the sea. This is the ghost ship."

Hearing Lucilia's words, Alka nodded and motioned for her to continue.

“As soon as we arrived here, we encountered incredible sea conditions. The water was like a tornado, but it also wandered between the sea and the sky like a water snake.

There are countless such 'sea snakes' swimming around wantonly. Once you are touched by such a thing, you have to resign yourself to fate if you want to survive.

Fortunately, the 'Miscellaneous Snail' could dive into the water, otherwise it would have been too sad if it had sunk after spending so much money to get here. "

Isn’t this really a fantasy novel?

Alka resisted his desire to speak and continued to listen.

"...Halqi is dead. He was not a powerful toucher. He was just sailing normally, and he declined visibly to the naked eye until he died.

This place is filled with some kind of strange power. Ordinary life cannot survive without enough power. "

Lucilia read a few pages and then closed her mouth.

"...This is a travelogue, looking at a bizarre sea area or...world from the author's perspective."

Alka, who had heard it all the way, also nodded, it was indeed a bit strange.

"Let's look at other things first."

Alka said as she took the logbook over.

…

Why are the words incomprehensible again?

It looked familiar, yet completely unfamiliar.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look at Lucilia next to him.

"Don't worry, I can understand it. This is ancient Rosa, the ancient version of the language you use now."

He placed the diary in front of Lucilia and helped her turn the pages as she read.

It's Sade's logbook from his youth.

However, this thin book records the last two years of his voyage.

"After years of study, I finally mastered the writing and was finally able to decipher that ancient book."

"The world in the book is really fascinating. My blood is boiling for adventure. I also want to go there and see that strange world."

"..."

"I found a way to get past it, hahaha."

"You need to master a [treasure]. Without this thing, you won't be able to get through it at all."

"Finally found a clue."

"No, my physical disability makes it impossible for me to grasp the [treasure]. This will only lead to my death."

"..."

"Maybe I should go back."

Through Lucilia, Alka listened to almost the entire diary.

"Does the world mentioned in that book exist? Do you think it is true or false?" Alka couldn't help but look at Lucilia and asked.

This is what he cares about most.

Lucilia nodded, her slender eyebrows furrowed in deep thought.

"It should exist. There is such a record in my family. The warriors in the family went to a place to explore the true meaning of life and never came back."

"Every time such a warrior travels, we will hold a grand and sad ceremony, and prepare a tombstone for him early."

"Maybe this is the place they went to, but the elders will not let me know this information. If I don't have the courage to go, I don't deserve to know."

Hearing this, Alka looked at the book.

"Really? It's real."

Alka, who didn't know what he was thinking, picked up the scroll.

After paving it is indeed a map.

However, through the logbook, he already knew that this map was where the [treasure] was buried.

And what that pointer points to.

It's this island.

Blinked.

A total of 5 light spots appeared.

Four blue ones and one gold one.

Everything in blue shows [Magic Treasure] when the information is unknown.

He reached out and touched the golden light spot.