Chapter 22 Harvest
"What are you two doing so mysteriously? Why are you back so late?"
At this time, the white sailboat has already pulled anchor.
After the two walked in through the small door on the side, they saw two uncles drinking in the hall.
At this time, their cheeks were slightly red and they were a little drunk.
"Walked out for a walk, drank your wine."
Sigurd said with a wave of his hand, and immediately went upstairs with Alka and returned to the temporary guest room.
Obe's voice could be heard from behind.
"Dinner's meal has been delivered to your room . It should still be hot."
"Okay, got it. "
After the two returned to the room, they closed and locked the door.
Then they took out the weapons in their arms and placed them on the table.
"Is this treasure hunting? It's so interesting."
Perhaps it was his first treasure hunt, there was still a hint of excitement on Sigt's face.
He played with his pistol in his hand.
He pulled out the magazine and turned it around, then turned it back in, making the aiming gesture.
"Have you used it before?" Alka asked nearby.
Sigert nodded: "I had one before, but my mother paid for it. You know, sailing with a ship can be dangerous sometimes."
But then his voice became quiet: "But I broke the pistol, and I dare not tell my mother."
No wonder I haven't seen him use it.
"But these two guns have no bullets. I have to buy some tomorrow to keep them as a backup. Besides, it's been so long, I don't know if these guns can still be used."
As Siegert spoke, he checked the pistol in his hand. From the outside, there was nothing wrong with it, except that there was a lot of dust on it.
Alka looked at the two guns in front of him.
The style of the pistol among them is very similar to the treasure of the store that I saw in the store before.
And you can feel that the wood used for the handle is more comfortable and has a frosted texture.
Then he focused his attention entirely on the sawed-off double-barreled shotgun, or it could also be called a shotgun.
It's probably only as long as your forearm.
The gun body is engraved with gold threads, with some beautiful lines, and the trigger and grip are also engraved with relief.
It looks a bit like a work of art, and its tube body is obviously made of some kind of metal, which doesn't feel like iron.
This is the real treasure.
However, there is really no problem in appearance.
At this time, Sigert finished checking his two guns and said.
"The pistol uses No. 3 ammunition, which is really powerful. Bullets for this double-barreled shotgun are hard to buy, and I don't know if they are available."
It seems that Siegert really knows more about this than he does.
He still doesn't know the difference between the types of ammunition used in handguns.
The only thing we know is that the bigger the number, the larger the caliber should be.
He took out a stool, sat at the table and spread out the map again.
The palm of the hand shook slightly, and a blue crystal block the size of a little finger appeared.
He found this thing by accident in the secret room and took it directly into his hands on the spot.
It should be some kind of material.
With a wave, the crystal block disappeared.
Alka turned his attention back to the map.
Clicked on the blue light that had already dimmed.
[Alando Toure's posthumous work] (Harvest)
[Difficulty: Strongman]
【Popularity: 6】
[Treasure information: Alando Toure’s manor houses the works of the manor’s owner from his prime period.
Also in his secret studio are various "failures" that he considered to be left over from when he was creating his most successful works.
The only regret is that his masterpiece is not his favorite revolver, but a pistol-shaped shotgun. 】
[Treasure Harvest: Locker - G3 Pistol Shotgun, Jungle Cat - Six-shot Revolver. ]
As the treasure was obtained, more information was gained in Alando's secret room.
There was another extension in the information.
No wonder Jason chose two pistols.
Picking up the somewhat heavy shotgun in front of me, is it called a locker?
Could his special ability be related to his name?
I don’t know what special abilities I have, let alone how to activate them.
You can only buy a certain amount of ammunition and then go back to find a solution.
At this time, Sigurd put the gun under the pillow and brought the bread and stew from the table by the door.
"It's stew again, and it's made with sea fish. Can't Obe change it up? This isn't the only thing he can cook."
I handed him Alka's portion and he continued to grumble.
Alka shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "Be content with what you have to eat. Take a rest after eating. Let's go to the street to buy some things tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow. These merchants love to rip off people like us from our hometown."
Hearing this, Alka immediately asked.
"Why? Are the people in Homeland different in some way?"
Sigurd turned his head, his cheeks still moving, and looked at Alka with a strange look in his eyes.
"Don't you know?"
"How should I know?"
"Oh, that's right." Sigurd scratched his head, and he suddenly remembered Alka's situation.
After organizing his words, he answered: "Home is the land blessed by God."
"Each home island is blessed by God. There are special crops, fertile land and a pleasant environment on the island. The safety of the island is guaranteed. Most importantly, the residents on the island are protected by God."
At this point, Sigt's smile became even brighter.
"Cursed be all those who harm the inhabitants of Home Island without cause, especially death."
"So normally no one would want to harm the residents of Home Island, and the residents of Home Island would not deliberately offend others."
Sigurd shrugged and took a big bite of the bread in his hand: "After all, if we offend others, I believe they will be happy to beat us up."
“And this will not be protected.”
Hearing this, Alka nodded in sudden realization.
So the Golden Wheat Island is protected by the Stone Mother?
Do gods really exist in this world?
Thinking of this, I was slightly shocked.
wrong.
The other world has extraordinary powers and also real gods, so what's so surprising about that?
Thinking of this, Alka ate his meal quietly.
…
In the darkness, only the moonlight on the sea still faintly illuminates the world.
A canoe with a man on board was moving away from the island.
Not far from where it was sailing, there was a ship resting in the darkness.
The canoe stopped below the boat, and the people in the canoe climbed onto the boat along the rope ladder with oil lamps.
"Jason you're back, what took you so long?"
A rough male voice sounded.
Jason patted his clothes, took out the two pistols he had obtained during the day from his backpack and handed them to him.
"Stop talking now. Help me see if any of these two guns has magical properties?"
The man took it, looked at it, and then shook his head.
Seeing this action, Jason slapped his thigh hard.
"Damn, what bad luck."
"You spent so many days, didn't you just spend these two guns? It's not worth it."
Jason snatched the two pistols from him and threw them back into his backpack.
He turned his body sideways and walked into the cabin.
"Where's the head?"
"The boss is in the captain's room now. I'm in a bad mood waiting for you."
"I know, I know. I'll explain. Oh, it's such bad luck."
As he spoke, Jason entered the cabin.
Then the ship fell into silence again.
The sail on top of the boat suddenly slid down.
The entire ship moved slowly forward in the night breeze.
After passing through the light white mist on the sea, it disappeared.
