Treasure hunter, sailing on the blue sea

A cold touch, a "cool thread" like water flow, passed along the fingers to the brain.

The whole person couldn't help but tremble a few times.

As this coldness poured into the brain, the entire brain calmed down in an instant, followed by brief information.

Alka closed her eyes quietly, and the room was equally silent late at night.

Except for the small crackling sound of the flame burning in the oil lamp next to the bed.

After a while, he finished receiving the extra information in his mind.

This ring is the magician's inheritance.

A true magician, this ring is teaching Alka how to become a magician.

The information poured into his mind was all knowledge related to magicians.

In addition, the ring will also bring certain physical bonuses to Alka.

Improve the flexibility of the fingers, simply improve his memory and memory efficiency, improve the flexibility of the body, and improve the overall balance.

These are collectively called the basic qualities of a magician.

It can be felt more clearly.

"Is this what superpower feels like?"

I couldn't help but feel a little excited. This was a real experience of magical power.

After thinking about it, he took out a silver snake from his pocket and placed it on the back of his right hand.

With the knowledge that just appeared, his fingers flew silver coins and rolled them left and right on the back of his hand.

Jump and slide between each finger, and finally stop at the junction of the index finger and thumb, and then fly into the air with force.

He quickly caught it with his right hand and immediately opened his palm. The silver snake had disappeared.

He made a fist and stretched out his index finger, touching the fist of his left hand. There was a silver snake spread out in the palm of his left hand, lying in the middle of it.

A very simple magic trick was performed.

The performance just now was not smooth and had a lot of unfamiliarity. The movements were very stiff and there was no enjoyment in watching it.

But this is Alka's first time performing magic.

"The moment this ring is put on, a person who has never been exposed to magic can become a magic apprentice.

If you practice diligently with the help of the ring, you will be able to truly become a magician in no time. "

"Even if you take off the ring."

Thinking of this, Alka treasured the ring even more.

"This is really interesting. Is this a fantasy supernatural power? Maybe this power is natural and should be called extraordinary power."

The predecessor was just an ordinary person, and there was no fantasy power in the world. It only existed in entertainment works.

There is no such thing in the memory of this body's body, but when he discovered that there was magical power, it cost his own life.

Now the fantasy power has been brought in front of him and is available for his use.

This feeling, this excitement.

Alka was excited.

Just as he was getting excited, a chill flashed through his brain, as if telling him to stay calm.

...?

Can this thing keep people calm?

If you think about it carefully, it is true that a magician must remain calm at all times to avoid being seen through and deliver a pleasing performance.

Thinking of this, Aka took off the ring.

The strange feeling disappeared instantly, and the knowledge related to magicians that could be recalled in his mind also disappeared.

Only the magic trick I just performed has been performed before, and the knowledge related to the skill is still in my brain.

This knowledge is remembered by him, but he will forget it if he does not consolidate the practice.

When I picked up the silver coin and wanted to continue performing, it immediately stopped working.

Without the finger flexibility brought by the ring, it would be impossible to roll a coin on the back of the hand, and it would take practice.

He picked up the ring and wanted to put it on again, then thought about it and put it on the thumb of his left hand.

My right hand is my dominant hand, and I haven’t had the habit of wearing rings in my two lives. It feels weird to wear the ring, but it feels much more comfortable to wear it on the little finger of my left hand.

It won't affect too much.

Put all these things away from the bed.

The ring was put on the hand, and the card and manual were put back into the wooden box.

"This thing is of no use now, but it is very precious and needs to be hidden well."

After finding a good place to put the things away, he turned his head and looked at the remaining metal ingots.

This thing didn't look like ordinary metal. After thinking about it, I placed it next to the table leg and wiped some dust on it.

It was just thrown casually into the corner under the table, like ordinary gravel.

Hide all the gold coins and two gems.

After hiding it, Alka clapped his hands and nodded with satisfaction. He turned off the oil lamp next to the bed and lay down on the bed.

…………

Early the next morning, Aunt Marcy pulled Alka up, hugged her mother's body, and walked toward the center of the island.

Sigurt wanted to follow, but was hammered twice by his mother, so he had to open his mouth to Alka behind his mother's back.

Although he said nothing, Alka nodded.

He said that he would go to him when the time came and talk to him in detail about his treasure hunting story.

We walked all the way through the golden wheat fields and arrived at the very center of the island.

From a distance, I saw a huge boulder about 20 meters high standing there.

After walking a few steps further, you can see several stone buildings surrounding the boulder.

The roofs of these buildings are painted wheat yellow, and various reliefs are carved on the buildings.

Next to it are densely packed graves, with round wooden stakes inserted into the graves one after another.

There is no such thing as a tombstone, and there are still some ears of wheat placed in front of many graves.

Alka looked at the scene around her and recalled her memory.

This is the island's cemetery, where most of the island's residents are buried.

But some can be buried in, and some can't.

At this time, the huge gray-black boulder was completely revealed in front of Alka.

Around the boulder, a stone platform was built around the boulder, which seemed to be used for some sacrifices.

You can see a gap like a door at the bottom of the boulder.

At this time, there was an old man standing on the stone platform, and Aunt Marcy took him over.

Then the two of them stood there.

At this time, the old man turned around and slowly came to them. Alka looked at him.

The medium-long gray and white hair, although wrinkled, can still be seen, the slightly tough face, and the gray beard on the chin, which continues messily.

The clothes he wears are not much different from those of ordinary residents, and they look a little more decent.

Watching him approaching, Alka crossed his hands and placed the palms of both hands on his shoulders.

Aunt Marcy did the same thing.

The same goes for the priest before him.

"May the Stone Mother bless you."

Then the priest knelt down and picked up the bag containing the bones.

"Lisha's body?"

He directly told the origin of the bones.

Alka was slightly surprised and blurted out: "How did you know?"

Hearing Alka's question, the priest looked a little strange.

"Maybe it's because I was looking for you yesterday."

After saying that, he walked directly towards the stone platform.

Alka was slightly embarrassed, smiled and laughed.

There were too many people coming to see him last night, how could he know?

"Hahaha, it was so dark last night, it's normal that I didn't see it."

Aunt Marcy smiled and patted Alka on the shoulder, easing his embarrassment.

The two followed Priest Pakchi all the way.

Only then did Alka realize that the priest was holding the bones and heading straight for the hole under the boulder.

It seems to be trying to get inside through the hole.

"Why do you have to carry me inside?" I asked quietly in my aunt's ear.

In his memory, Alka had never entered the cave before, nor had he seen anyone enter it.

After all, he had never been here except for the annual sacrificial activities and the funeral of his mother's death.

For young people, this place is too boring and old-fashioned.

"Bury the bones and let your mother rest in peace."

Aunt Marcy said without stopping.

Wait, they haven't seen their mother's body. Why were they sure that their mother was dead instead of missing?

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