"What are you two doing so mysteriously? Why did you come back so late?"
The white sailboat had already closed its door.
After the two walked in from 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.
"I went out for a walk, drink your wine."
Siegert waved his hand and went upstairs with Alka to the temporary guest room.
Obe's voice came from behind.
"The dinner has been delivered to your room, it should still be hot."
"Okay, got it."
After returning to the room, the two closed and locked the door.
Then they took out their weapons and placed them on the table.
"Is this treasure hunting? It's so interesting."
Perhaps it was the first time to hunt for treasure, and there was still a trace of excitement on Sigurd's face.
He played with his pistol in his hand.
He took out the magazine and turned it, then turned it back and made the aiming gesture.
"Have you used it before?" Alka asked beside him.
Sigurd 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 quiet: "But I broke the pistol, and I dare not tell my mother."
No wonder I didn't see him use it.
"But these two guns don't have bullets. It seems that I have to buy some tomorrow. Besides, it's been so long, and I don't know if this gun can still be used."
Siegert checked the pistol in his hand. From the appearance, there was nothing wrong, but there was a lot of dust on it.
Alka looked at the two guns in front of him.
The style of the pistol was very similar to the treasure of the store that he saw in the store before.
And he could feel that the wood used for the grip was more comfortable, and it also had a frosted texture.
Then he focused his attention completely on the sawed-off double-barreled shotgun, or it could be called a shotgun.
The length was about as long as his forearm.
The gun was engraved with gold wire, with some beautiful lines, and the trigger and grip were also engraved with relief.
It looks like a work of art, and its barrel 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, Siegert finished checking his two guns and said.
"The pistol uses No. 3 ammunition, which is really powerful. This kind of double-barreled shotgun, bullets are not easy to buy, and I don't know if there are any."
It seems that Siegert knows more about this than him.
He still doesn't know the difference between the types of ammunition used in pistols.
The only thing he knows is that the larger the number, the larger the caliber should be.
Take out a stool, sit at the table and spread out the map again.
The palm of his hand shook slightly, and a blue crystal block the size of a little finger appeared.
He accidentally found this thing in the secret room and took it directly into his hand 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 spot that had already dimmed.
[Alando Touré's posthumous work] (Harvest)
[Difficulty: Strongman]
[Popularity: 6]
[Treasure information: Alando Touré's manor, where the owner's works from his peak period are stored.
Also, there are various "failures" left behind when he was making his peak period works, in his secret studio.
The only regret is that the peak work is not his favorite revolver, but a pistol-type shotgun. ]
[Treasure Harvest: Locker-G3 pistol-type shotgun, Jungle Cat-six-shot revolver. ]
As he got the treasure, he gained more information in Alando's secret room.
Another message was added.
No wonder Jason chose two pistols.
Pick up the heavy shotgun in front of you, is it called the Locker?
Is his special ability related to the name?
I don't know what special ability he has, let alone how to activate it.
I can only buy a certain amount of ammunition and then go back to find a solution.
At this time, Siegert 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 sea fish. Can't Obe change it? He can't just make this thing."
He handed Alka's portion to him, and he was still complaining.
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 like to rip off people like us from the homeland."
Hearing this, Alka asked immediately.
"Why? Are people from the homeland different?"
Sigurt turned his head, his cheeks still stirring, and looked at Alka with a strange look.
"Don't you know?"
"How should I know?"
"Oh, that's right." Sigurt scratched his head, and he suddenly remembered Alka's situation.
After organizing his words, he answered: "Homeland is a place blessed by God."
"Every home island is blessed by God. There are special crops, fertile land and pleasant environment on the island. It can also ensure the safety of the island. The most important thing is that the residents of the island have been protected by God."
Speaking of this, Sigt's smile became even brighter.
"All those who hurt the residents of the home island without reason, especially death, will be cursed."
"So under normal circumstances, no one would be willing to hurt the residents of the home island, and the residents of the home island would not deliberately offend others."
Sigt shrugged and took a 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 enlightenment.
So is the Golden Wheat Island blessed by the Stone Mother?
Do gods really exist in this world?
Thinking like this, I was slightly shocked.
No.
The other world has extraordinary power, and there are also real gods. What's so surprising?
Thinking of this, Alka ate quietly.
…
In the darkness, only the moonlight on the sea surface was still illuminating the world.
A canoe with a person on it was moving away from the island.
Not far from where it was sailing, there was a boat staying in the darkness.
The canoe stopped under the boat, and the people on the canoe climbed up 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, help me see if any of these two guns have magical properties?"
The man took it and looked at it, then shook his head.
Seeing this action, Jason slapped his thigh hard.
"Damn, bad luck."
"You spent so many days, not just for these two guns? 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 is the head?"
"The head is in the captain's room now, because I'm in a bad mood waiting for you."
"I know, I know, I will explain, oh, I'm so unlucky."
As he said, Jason entered the cabin.
Then the ship fell into silence again.
The sail on the top of the ship suddenly slid down.
The entire ship moved forward slowly in the night breeze.
After passing through the light white mist on the sea, it disappeared.