Chapter 7: The Legacy of the Magician
It was the voice of Aunt Marcy and the people of the town.
Hearing this shout, Alka turned around and looked outside the cave.
The sky outside the cave had already turned pitch black at some point, with bright stars dotted on the black curtain.
The full moon hanging high in the sky is reflected on the sea, emitting a softer silver light.
Alka's first reaction was that it was bad.
He was now in a cantilevered cave, with his footprints and a rope hanging down below.
Unless you are blind, it is impossible not to discover yourself.
Then they might discover that they had found the treasure.
"No, I just found some scraps, that's all. It's not enough to make them so jealous."
Alka looked down at the coins in his hand and the two tiny rubies.
The total value of the silver snakes is 36 pieces, which is equivalent to the money a craftsman earns in seven or eight years.
It will only make them envious. With Aunt Marcy's family protecting them, they will not do anything irrational because of this little money.
And according to memory, the residents of the island were very united and somewhat xenophobic.
Not to mention that this is the property left by his mother's ancestors.
On the contrary, if you try to hide the truth, it will make these people think too much.
After realizing this, Alka took action immediately.
He went straight to the entrance of the cave, picked up the torch and waved it twice towards the outside.
"I'm here!"
With the light of the fire, and the sound spread out.
"Look up there. There's a torch there."
"It was that brat Arca's voice. Thank God he's okay."
"That's what I said. There's no way anything could go wrong with Alka. He's just a little naughty."
"Marcy is too anxious, but why is this brat up there, how did he get up there."
The townspeople who spotted Alka gathered around him.
Aunt Marcy stood below holding a torch and shouted 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, please make way."
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An hour later, Alka returned to his home.
Aunt Marcy was holding the bag containing her mother's remains, with clear traces of tears in her eyes.
Her husband, Boca, was with her.
What Sigt was holding in his arms was a 50-pound block of metal, which he placed directly by the door after entering.
He gasped and said, "Why did 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 the treasure, even though he couldn't see what was special about it.
He originally wanted to carry it away by himself, but Aunt Marcy insisted that her son come to help carry the piece of iron away.
Although Sigurd was reluctant, he reluctantly took Alka back when he thought that Alka had just recovered.
Aunt Marcy wiped her tears and reached out to twist her son's ear hard.
He turned a blind eye to his son's screams, held the bag of urns in his hand and placed it gently and solemnly on the table.
As if fearing that it would be unstable, he took some things to cushion it and secure it.
What she held in her hand was the bracelet that represented her mother's identity, which she gently placed on the table.
Wiped away his tears again .
"Arka, preserve your mother's remains. I will talk to the Pakchi priest tomorrow and prepare for the funeral."
After saying that, he walked over, hugged A-Ka into his arms, and patted his shoulder hard.
"Don't be sad. It's a good thing that you can find your mother's body."
"Have a good rest, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
After saying that, she took her husband and her son and walked out the door.
Before leaving, Boca turned to Alka and nodded silently.
Sigurd obviously wanted to say something to Alka, but faced with his mother's toughness, he could only follow her out reluctantly.
Before leaving, his eyes were still full of desire to talk.
Alka really found the treasure, although it was just the remains that had been taken by others, but it was a very exciting thing for these teenagers and young men.
It's just a pity that the treasure has already been taken by someone else.
As soon as Aunt Marcy and her family left the yard, Alka immediately locked the windows and doors.
Only then did Alka bring the oil lamp on the table to the bedside.
Leaning against the oil lamp, he opened the manual and turned to the page with the map.
Spots of light appeared on the ordinary map.
At this time, there are only two white dots left, and the blue light spots on the coast have dimmed and turned into ordinary blue dots.
Alka reached out and clicked on it.
【Jack's Magic Treasure】(Harvest)
[Difficulty: Adult]
【Popularity: 1325】
[Treasure information: The legacy of the captain of the famous treasure-hunting ship "Dream Poker" - "Magician" Jack Monk. ]
[Treasures: 1 gold sail, 1 gold leaf, 6 silver snakes, 2 small gems. Jack Monk's "magician" inheritance.]
The gold coin was still in his pocket.
The "magician" inheritance should be the metal ingot weighing more than 50 kilograms.
Is that thing a heritage?
I thought it was some precious metal.
Alka immediately took the metal ingot by the door, wiped it clean and carried it to the bed.
This is like a piece of metal ingot that is completely cast together, so the question is, how to obtain the inheritance?
Drops of blood?
This was the first method he thought of, and it was also the one that came to his mind in an instant.
Related to the power of fantasy, dripping blood is too classic.
Besides, if you really count it, I am indeed Jack's relative, and at least a distant descendant.
Maybe the blood dripping would really work.
Thinking of this, Alka immediately picked up the knife on the table and gently cut his finger.
A small bloodstain appeared on the index finger. After squeezing it hard, a drop of blood finally appeared and dripped down.
Alka stared with wide eyes.
However, the blood dripped onto the metal ingot and splashed, which was nothing special.
It's useless.
What other ways are there to open it?
Spell?
gesture?
It doesn't need any special powers, right? Like magic or something.
If that's the case, then he's really helpless.
Pick up the metal ingot and begin to stroke and observe the surface carefully, not missing any tiny corner.
When I got it before, I was interrupted by shouting outside and didn't have time to observe it carefully.
Apart from the patterns on it, I really don't see anything special about it.
Suddenly, I felt something uneven on the cross-section of the metal ingot.
He picked up the oil lamp and looked at it carefully.
There are sunken lines, filled with dirt, so it is not clear in a dimly lit room.
I used my fingernails to dig out all the dirt inside and blew it hard.
The lines are revealed.
Two words.
"Remembering"
