Treasure hunter, sailing on the blue sea

It was the voice of Aunt Marcy and the people of the town.

Hearing such a call, Alka turned his head and looked outside the cave.

The sky outside the cave had already turned dark without knowing it, and bright stars dotted the black curtain.

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

Alka's first reaction was that it was terrible.

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.

That's when they might find they've found treasure.

"No, I just found a little bit of residue, that's not enough to make them so jealous."

Alka looked down at the coins in his hand and two tiny rubies.

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

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

And according to memory, the residents of the island are very united and a little xenophobic.

Not to mention that this is the property left by his mother's ancestors.

On the contrary, being secretive will make these people think too much.

After figuring this out, Alka took action immediately.

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

"I'm here!"

Along with the firelight and sound, it spread out.

"Look up there, there are torches."

"That's that brat's voice from Alka, thank God he's okay."

"I'm just telling you, how could something go wrong with Alka every day? He's just a little naughty."

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

The townspeople who discovered Alka gathered around.

Aunt Marcy stood below holding a torch and said loudly to Alka: "What are you doing up there? Come down quickly. Do you know how worried I am about you?"

"I'll be down soon, you guys, please give way."

…

An hour later, Alka returned to her home.

Aunt Marcy was holding the bag containing her mother's bones, with clear tears in her eyes.

Her husband, Boca, was with her.

What Sigurt was holding in his arms was a metal block weighing 50 kilograms, and he placed it directly by the door after coming in.

Panting, he said, "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, Alka just smiled awkwardly.

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

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

Although Sigurt was reluctant, thinking that Alka had just recovered, he reluctantly hugged her back.

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

Turning a blind eye to his son's screams, he held the bag of ashes in his hands and placed it gently but grandly on the table.

As if he was afraid that it would be unstable, he took some things to cushion it and fix it.

What was spread out in his hand was the bracelet that represented his mother's identity, and he placed it gently on the table.

Wiped his tears again.

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

After saying that, he came over, hugged Aka into his arms, and patted him hard on the shoulder.

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

"You have a good rest and we'll talk about anything tomorrow."

After saying that, she pulled her husband and her son out of the door.

Before leaving, Boka turned to Alka and nodded silently.

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

Before leaving, his eyes were still full of desire to talk.

Alka really found the treasure. Although it was just a wreckage that had been discovered by others, it was a very exciting thing for teenagers and young people like them.

It's just a pity, a pity that the treasure has been discovered first.

When Aunt Marcy and her family left the courtyard, Alka immediately locked the windows and doors.

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

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

Spots of light appeared on the ordinary map.

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

Alka reached out and clicked on it.

【Jack's Magic Treasure】(Harvest)

[Difficulty: Adult]

【Famousness: 1325】

[Treasure information: The legacy of Jack Monk, the "Magician", the captain of the famous treasure-hunting ship "Dream Poker". 】

[Treasure harvest: 1 golden sail, 1 gold leaf, 6 silver snakes, and 2 small gems. Jack Monk’s “Magician” Legacy. 】

The gold coin is still in his pocket.

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

That thing is inheritance?

I thought it was some kind of 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 obtain inheritance?

Drops of blood?

This was the first method he thought of, and it was also the method that came to his mind instantly.

Related to the power of fantasy, Blood Drops is too classic.

In addition, if he really wanted to do the math, he was indeed a relative of Jack, so he could be considered a distant descendant.

Maybe a drop of blood would actually work.

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

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

Alka watched with wide eyes.

However, the blood dripped on the metal ingot, sputtering, and there was nothing special about it.

Useless.

What other way to open it?

A spell?

gesture?

It doesn't require special power, right? Like magic or something.

If that's the case, then he's really at his wits end.

Pick up the metal ingot, carefully touch and observe the surface, not missing any corner.

When I obtained it before, I was interrupted by shouts from outside, and I didn't have time to observe it seriously.

Apart from the pattern on it, I really don’t see anything special about it.

Suddenly, I felt an uneven feeling on the cross section of the metal ingot.

Pick up the oil lamp and look at it carefully.

It has sunken lines and is filled with soil, so it's hard to see clearly in a dark room.

Use your fingernails to dig out all the soil inside and blow hard.

The texture is revealed.

Two words.

"Yong Nian"