Treasure hunter, sailing on the blue sea

Alka looked at Aunt Marcy who was leading the way and the priest who was already walking towards the entrance of the huge stone cave.

When this question came to his mind, he began to think about it unconsciously.

Looking through the memories in my mind, I can't figure out how they knew.

The vigilance of coming to another world for the first time and the lack of sense of security made him start to think about the worst, and his pace began to slow down, lagging behind his aunt.

"Should I ask directly? Logically speaking, normal people should be able to think of it."

Alka thought.

Before I could speak.

They had already arrived inside the boulder.

Walking in from the entrance of the cave, the inside is unusually open.

Alka looked at the surrounding environment. There were obvious traces of artificial excavation. The size of the space inside was compared with the size of the boulders outside.

Basically, the middle of the entire boulder was hollowed out, and some patterns were carved on the stone wall of the boulder, but it could not be seen completely due to the obstruction of torches and other things.

It's a bit rough, a bit like a fairy tale.

A small hole was dug through the top of the boulder, about the size of a head.

The light source from outside passes through this hole and fills the dark stone cave, illuminating the environment inside the cave together with the surrounding torches.

With this less bright light, Alka was able to check out the surrounding environment.

Grooves were dug out one meter after another around one meter above the ground, and each groove was connected in a circle.

They are stacked layer by layer until they are about three or four meters high.

Alka counted and found that there were about 9 layers in total, and there was a stone of different shapes placed in the groove of each layer.

The only thing that is the same is the material of these stones, which seems to be exactly the same, with almost no impurities in appearance.

Only then did Alka see the real stone sculpture.

In the middle of the entire space is a stone sculpture about three meters high. The stone used for the carving is exactly the same as the entire boulder.

The statue is of a faceless woman with long hair, holding a swaddled baby in her arms, and wearing a ring on her head that looks like a ring of wheat ears.

There was a child of several years old beside her legs, holding her trousers.

Look at the statue in front of you.

It is obviously extremely rough, and there is no detailed carving of the face, but it has a hint of motherliness carved in the hands of the sculptor.

It gives people a unique charm.

Aunt Marcy stopped about three or four meters away from the statue, and Alka who was following behind also stopped immediately.

The priest held his mother's body and came to the statue.

First, he lifted the bag of bones slightly.

Then the body slowly crouched down, giving people a solemn and solemn feeling, and gently placed the bag of bones on the ground.

The sound of bones colliding sounded in the silent environment.

Opening the bag, he reached in and took out the bones one by one, and piled them in front of the statue.

The two of Alka just looked at it, standing there and waiting quietly.

Seeing that her aunt didn't say a word, Alka could only wait quietly.

Only at the end did he take out the skull and place it on top of the bone pile.

"Don't interrupt me."

The priest sounded mature and slightly hoarse.

Stand up straight, cross your hands on your shoulders, and lower your head slightly.

Sunlight shines from the cave entrance.

I don’t know if it’s my imagination, but I feel like the sunshine is more dazzling now.

The statue, the priest, and the mother's bones were bathed in light.

Such a scene suddenly had a touch of holiness.

At this time, the priest's voice suddenly sounded.

"The sharp blade passed through his back, and the blood-stained blade came straight out of his chest."

"Disbelief, betrayal, regret."

"Silent darkness."

"The link of blood, the last instinct."

When he heard the first sentence, Alka couldn't help but frown, because it matched the wounds on his mother's body.

The second sentence is the emotion at that time?

Betrayed.

The third sentence may be talking about the feelings after death.

The fourth sentence is completely unknown.

The sound stayed here, and the space returned to silence.

This is the simple information that Alka can get out in a short time.

At this time, the priest suddenly opened his eyes.

His head turned to stare at Alka who was looking at him.

Alka was sure that he saw it correctly. The priest's eyes had just changed from dark green to normal pupils.

"Your mother's spirit disappeared last night? Did you see her for the last time?"

"Her bones are stained with a curse, but her death has nothing to do with the curse."

At this time, Aunt Marcy next to her also turned her head and stared at Alka.

"Little Alka, what happened to you last night?"

Seeing this situation, Alka's brain started working rapidly and he opened his mouth and quickly organized his words.

"I...I don't know if I was too excited or exhausted from the treasure hunt last night. At that time, my mother's bones stood up and she opened her palm to me."

Having said this, Alka took out a silver snake from his arms. There was a blade mark on the snake head of the silver coin.

“Then the silver coin flew from my hand into my mother’s palm, and then she scattered it.

I thought it was my imagination and I might have thrown the silver coin in a panic. "

Hearing this, the priest took two steps forward and stretched out his hand: "Show me the silver coin. Where did this silver coin come from?"

Alka took the silver coin to the priest.

He picked up the silver coin, narrowed his eyes and looked at it carefully for a while, and even sniffed it carefully.

"There is indeed a curse on it, but the smell is very weak." He turned his head and stared at Alka and asked: "Where did this silver snake come from?"

After asking again, the priest and Aunt Marcy were stunned for a moment.

The two of them seemed to have figured out the reason.

They all asked in unison: "The first treasure you found?"

After Alka found a silver coin some time ago, he made a big deal about it on the island.

This island is so big, and everyone has been acquainted for generations. As long as they are not ignorant, they basically know a little bit about it.

Seeing that both of them had guessed it, Alka nodded.

"Yes, that's the silver coin."

After a pause, he continued: "When I found the silver coin, there was a message engraved on the box."

"What words?" the priest asked quickly.

"Let me return the silver coins within 7 days, otherwise I will be cursed."

Alka made certain deletions, changing the sentence that would lead to immediate death, and instead suffered a direct curse.

And continued: "On the 7th day after I found it, I fell seriously ill, so I started to search for the treasure seriously with fear and wanted to return this silver coin."

Hearing this, Aunt Marcy came up and hugged Alka's head. She couldn't help complaining and said, "Did you get sick because of the curse in the past two days? Why didn't you tell Auntie?"

"Aren't I afraid that you won't believe it? After all, curses and stuff are just like stories."

Hearing Alka's words, Aunt Marcy couldn't help but sigh.

The priest threw the silver coin to Alka, who caught it.

"You should thank your mother. Her last spirit lifted the curse."

After speaking, he looked at Aunt Marcy and nodded to her.

Aunt Marcy made a sign of praise with her arms crossed, nodded, and left the cave.

Before leaving, he said to Alka: "When you come to my house for dinner in the evening, Sigert said that you have to follow a merchant ship."

After Aunt Marcy left, the priest stared at Alka.

"Come little Alka, pray for your mother's peace."

Hearing this, Alka walked over.

Looking at the bones piled under the statue, he crossed his hands and lowered his head slightly.

The priest's voice rang in his ears.

“Calm your soul, praise the Stone Mother in your heart, and pray to her to grant your loved ones peace after death.

Mother Stone’s gift to the heart is as strong as a stubborn stone. "

The priest's voice seemed to have some kind of magic power, which smoothly calmed Alka's heart inexplicably.

Follow the guidance of his voice.

Pray to the Stone Mother in your heart.

Think silently in your mind:

“The Mother Stone’s gift to the heart is as strong as a stubborn stone.”

Suddenly there was no sound in my ears anymore, as if I was immersed in a silent world.

"Click."

A stone suddenly broke into pieces.

Alka opened her eyes suddenly.

I no longer know where I am.