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

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

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

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

Alka's first reaction was that it was terrible.

He is now in a cantilevered cave, with his footprints and ropes hanging down below.

As long as you are not blind, it is impossible not to discover yourself.

Then they might find they've found treasure.

"No, I just found some scraps, that's not enough to make them so jealous."

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

The total value of the silver snake is 36 pieces, which is the money earned by a craftsman 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 my memory, the residents on the island are very united and somewhat xenophobic.

Not to mention that this is the property left by his mother and 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 there."

"It'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 get off right away, please give way."

…

An hour later, Alka returned to his home.

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

Her husband, Boka, 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.

It seemed that he was afraid that it would be unstable, so he took some things to cushion it to 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.

He wiped his tears again.

"Alka, keep your mother's bones. I will talk to Priest Pakchi tomorrow and 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 already been discovered first.

When Marcis and his 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 captain of the famous treasure-hunting ship "Dream Poker" - "Magician". 】

[Treasure harvest: 1 golden sail, 1 gold leaf, 6 silver snakes, 2 small gems. Jack Monk's "Magician" inheritance. 】

The gold coin is still in his pocket.

The "Magician" inheritance should be that 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 that came to his mind, and it was also the method that came to his mind instantly.

Related to the power of fantasy, Blood Drop 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 dripping blood will 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 stared with wide eyes.

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

Useless.

Is there any other way to open it?

Spell?

gesture?

It can't necessarily 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 carefully.

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 can't be seen clearly in a dark room.

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

The texture is revealed.

Two words.
Chapter completed!