It was the voice of Aunt Marcy and the residents of the town.
Only after hearing such shouts did Alka turn his head and look outside the cave.
The sky outside the cave had been dark for a long time, and the bright stars dotted the black curtain.
The full moon hanging high in the sky, reflected on the sea, reflecting a softer silver light.
Alka's first reaction was bad.
He was now in the cantilevered cave, and there were his footprints and ropes hanging down below.
As long as he was not blind, it would be impossible not to discover him.
At that time, they might find that they had found the treasure.
"No, I just found a little residue, which is not enough to make them so jealous."
Alka looked down at the coins in his hand and two tiny rubies.
The total value of 36 silver snakes is the money earned by a craftsman in seven or eight years.
It would only make them envious. With Aunt Marcy's family protecting them, they would not do anything irrational for this little money.
And according to memory, the residents on the island are very united and a little xenophobic.
Not to mention that this is the property left by his mother's ancestors.
On the contrary, if he hides it, it 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!"
With the firelight and the sound transmitted.
"Look up there, there's a torch."
"It's the voice of that brat Alka, thank God he's fine."
"I told you, how could Alka have a problem with his daily life, he's just a little naughty."
"Marci is too anxious, but why is this brat up there, how did he get up there."
The townspeople who found Alka gathered around.
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, make way for me."
...
An hour later, Alka returned to her home.
Aunt Marcy held the bag of her mother's bones, with clear tears in her eyes.
Her husband, Boka, was with her.
What Sigt was holding in his arms was a 50-jin block of metal, which he placed directly by the door after entering.
He panted and said, "Why did you have to bring this thing back? It's just a piece of metal, and the quality is not good. Do you want to be a blacksmith?"
Hearing his words, Alka just smiled awkwardly.
He couldn't say that this was the treasure, although he couldn't see what was special about the treasure.
He originally wanted to carry it away by himself, but Aunt Marcy insisted that her son help carry the iron block away.
Although Sigt was reluctant, he half-heartedly brought it back thinking that Alka had just recovered.
Aunt Marcy wiped her tears and stretched out her hand to twist her son's ear hard.
Ignoring her son's screams, she held the urn in her hand and gently and solemnly placed it on the table.
As if she was afraid that it would be unstable, she took some things to cushion it and fix it.
The bracelet representing her mother's identity was spread out in her hand, and she gently placed it on the table.
She wiped her tears again.
"Arka, keep your mother's bones well. I will talk to the Pakchi priest tomorrow and prepare for the funeral."
After saying that, she came over, hugged Arka in her arms, and patted his shoulders hard.
"Don't be sad. It's a good thing to find your mother's bones."
"You have a good rest. If there is anything, we can talk about it tomorrow."
After saying that, she took her husband and her son out of the door.
Before leaving, Boka turned his head to Arka and nodded silently.
Sigert obviously had something else to say to Arka, but facing his mother's toughness, he could only follow him out reluctantly.
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 taken by others, but for these teenagers and young people, it was a very exciting thing.
It was a pity that the treasure had been taken by others.
When Aunt Marcy and her family left the yard, Alka immediately locked the windows and doors.
At this time, Alka brought the oil lamp on the table to the bedside.
Leaning against the oil lamp, he opened the manual and turned to the page of the map.
On the ordinary map, a light spot appeared.
At this time, there were only two white spots, and the blue light spot on the coast had dimmed and turned into an ordinary blue dot.
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. ]
[Treasure Harvest: 1 gold sail, 1 gold leaf, 6 silver snakes, 2 small gems. Jack Monk's "Magician" inheritance. ]
The gold coins are still in his pocket.
The "Magician" inheritance should be the 50-pound metal ingot.
Is that thing a legacy?
I thought it was some incredible precious metal.
Arka immediately wiped the metal ingot by the door and carried it to the bed.
This is like a completely poured metal ingot, so the question is, how to get the inheritance?
Drops of blood?
This was the first method he thought of, and it was also the method that came to his mind in an instant.
Related to the power of fantasy, dripping blood is too classic.
In addition, if you really count, he is indeed a relative of Jack, and he can be considered a distant descendant.
Maybe dripping blood is really useful.
Thinking of this, Alka immediately picked up the knife on the table and gently cut his finger.
A small blood mark 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 on the metal ingot in a splashing shape, and there was nothing special about it.
It was useless.
What other ways can it be opened?
Spell?
Gesture?
It can't be that special power is needed? For example, magic or something.
If that was the case, then he was really helpless.
He picked up the metal ingot and began to stroke and observe the surface carefully, not missing any corner.
When he got it before, he was interrupted by the shouting outside, and he didn't have time to observe it carefully.
Except for the pattern on it, I really didn't see anything special.
Suddenly, he felt a little uneven on the cross section of the metal ingot.
He picked up the oil lamp and looked at it carefully.
There were sunken lines filled with soil, so it was not clear in the dim room.
He used his fingernails to pick out all the soil inside and blew it hard.
The lines were revealed.
Two words.
"Recite"