Treasure hunter, sailing on the blue sea

"What are you two boys doing so mysteriously? Why are you back so late?"

At this time, the White Sail Anchor has closed its doors.

After the two of them 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 already a little drunk.

"Going out for a walk and drinking your wine."

Sigurt waved his hand and said, and he and Alka immediately went upstairs and returned to the temporary guest room.

Obe's voice came from behind.

"The food for the evening has been delivered to your room, it should still be hot."

"Okay, got it."

After the two returned to the room, they immediately closed the door and locked it.

Then they took out the weapons from their arms and placed them on the table.

"Is this a treasure hunt? It's so interesting."

Perhaps it was his first treasure hunt, but there was still a trace of excitement on Sigurt's face.

Playing with his pistol in his hand.

He shook out the magazine and turned it, then turned it back again, making the aiming gesture.

"Have you ever used it before?" Alka asked beside him.

Siger nodded: "I had one before, but my mother paid for it. You know, sailing with a ship is sometimes dangerous."

But then his voice became quieter: "But I broke the pistol, and I didn't dare to tell my mother."

No wonder I haven't seen him use it.

"But these two guns don't have bullets. It seems that I have to buy some for tomorrow. And it's been so long. I don't know if these guns can still be used."

Sigurt said as he checked the pistol in his hand. From the outside, there was nothing wrong with it, but 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 was very similar to the treasure that was seen in the store before.

And you can feel that the wood used in the grip is more comfortable and has a frosted texture.

Then he completely focused his attention on the sawn-off double-barreled shotgun, or it can also be called a shotgun.

The length is only about as long as my forearm.

The body of the gun is engraved with gold wire, with some beautiful lines, and the trigger and grip are also engraved with reliefs.

It looks a bit like a work of art, and its tube body is obviously made of some kind of metal, and it doesn't feel like iron.

This one is the real treasure.

However, there is really no problem with the appearance.

At this time, Sigurt finished checking his two firearms and said.

"The pistol uses No. 3 ammunition, which is really powerful. Bullets for this kind of double-barreled shotgun are not easy to buy, and I don't know if they are available."

It seemed that Sigurt did know more than him in this regard.

He still doesn't know the difference between the types of ammunition used in pistols.

The only thing I know is that the larger the number, the larger the caliber.

He took out the stool, sat at the table and spread out the map again.

The palm of his hand shook slightly, and a blue crystal block only the size of his little finger appeared.

He accidentally discovered this thing in the secret room and took it into his hands on the spot.

It should be some kind of material.

With a wave, the crystal block disappeared.

Alka turned her attention back to the map.

Clicked on the dim blue light spot.

[Alando Touré’s legacy] (Harvest)

[Difficulty: Hercules]

【Famousness: 6】

[Treasure information: Alando Touré’s manor stores the works of the owner of the manor during his peak period.

At the same time, there are also various "failures" that he left behind in order to produce the works at his peak, in his secret studio.

The only regret is that the pinnacle work is not his favorite revolver, but a pistol-type shotgun. 】

[Treasure harvest: Locker-G3 pistol shotgun, Jungle Cat-six-shot revolver. 】

As the treasure was obtained, more information was harvested in Alando's secret room.

The message has been expanded to include another one.

No wonder Jason chose two pistols.

Pick up the somewhat heavy shotgun in front of you and call it a Locker?

Could his special ability have something to do with his name?

I don’t know what special ability it has, let alone how to activate it.

You can only buy a certain amount of ammunition and then go back and think of a solution.

At this time, Sigurt put the gun under his pillow and brought over the bread and stew on the table next to the door.

"It's stewed soup again, and it's made from sea fish. Can't Aubei change it to something different? He won't only be able to make this kind of thing."

Handing Alka's portion to him, he still grumbled.

Alka shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "Just be content with what you have to eat. Eat and rest for a while. Then go buy some things on the street tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow. These businessmen love to kill people like us who live in our homes."

Hearing this, Alka immediately asked.

"Why? Is there anything different about the people in Homeland?"

Sigurt turned his head, his cheeks still twitching, and he looked at Alka with a strange look in his eyes.

"do not you know?"

"Where do I know where to go?"

"Oh, that's right." Sigert scratched his head. He suddenly remembered Alka's situation.

After organizing his words, he replied: "Home is the place blessed by God."

"Every home island is blessed by God. The island has special crops, fertile land and a pleasant environment. It can also ensure the safety of the island. The most important thing is that the residents on the island have been protected by God."

Having said this, the smile on Sigurt's face became even brighter.

"Anyone who causes harm to the residents of Home Island without reason, especially death, is cursed."

"So under normal circumstances no one would be willing to harm the residents of Home Island, and the residents of Home Island would not deliberately offend others."

Sigurt shrugged and took a hard 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 realization.

So is Golden Maisui Island blessed by the Stone Mother?

Do gods in this world really exist?

Thinking about this, I was slightly shocked.

wrong.

The other world has extraordinary power, and it also has real gods, so what is there to be surprised about?

Thinking of this, Alka started eating quietly.

…

In the darkness, only the moonlight on the sea still slightly illuminates the world.

A canoe carrying a man was moving away from the island.

Not far away from where it sailed, there was a ship staying in the darkness.

The canoe stopped under the ship, and the people in the canoe climbed up the rope ladder with oil lamps.

"Jason, you're back, why did it take 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 and tell me, do any of these two guns have magic 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 just for these two guns, right? It's not worth it."

Jason grabbed the two pistols from his hands and threw them back into his backpack.

He turned sideways and walked towards the cabin.

"Where is the head?"

"My head is in the captain's cabin now, because I feel bad waiting for you."

"I know, I know, I will explain. Oh my, I am so unlucky."

With that said, Jason entered the cabin.

Then the ship fell into silence once again.

The sail on the top of the ship suddenly slipped down.

The entire ship moved forward slowly in the night breeze.

After passing through the faint white mist on the sea, it disappeared.