Treasure Hunters, Sail the Blue Sea

Chapter 10 The Stone Mother
Alka looked at Aunt Marci who was leading the way, and the priest who had already walked towards the entrance of the boulder cave.

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

Searching through the memories in my head, I couldn't figure out how they knew.

The vigilance and lack of sense of security when he first came to another world made him start to think of the bad, 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.

Haven't had time to speak yet.

They have already come to the inside of the boulder.

Walking in from the hole, the inside is unusually open.

Alka looked at the surrounding environment, and there were obvious traces of artificial excavation inside, and the size of the space inside was compared with the size of the boulder outside.

Basically, the middle of the whole boulder was hollowed out, and some patterns were carved on the top of the stone wall of the boulder, but it was not completely visible due to the occlusion of torches and other things.

A little rough, a bit like a fairy tale.

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

The light from outside fills the dark stone cave through this opening, and together with the surrounding torches, illuminates the environment inside the cave.

With this not too bright light, Alka was able to check the surrounding environment.

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

Stack up one layer after another until they reach a height of about three or four meters.

Alka counted, there are a total of about 9 layers, and a stone of a different shape is placed in the groove of each layer.

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

Only then did Alka see the real stone carvings.

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

The statue is a faceless woman with long hair holding a baby wrapped in a swaddle in her arms, wearing a circle on her head that looks like a headband made of ears of wheat.

There is a child of a few years old next to her legs, pinching her trousers.

Look at the statue in front of you.

It is obviously extremely rough, and there is no fine carving of the face, but there is a kind of maternal nature carved in the hands of the sculptor.

Gives a strange charm.

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

The priest held his mother's bones in this way and came to the front of the statue.

First, he lifted the bag of bones slightly.

Then the body crouched down slowly, giving people a solemn and solemn feeling, and gently placed the body bag he was holding on the ground.

The sound of bones colliding resounded in the silent environment.

Open the mouth of the bag, reach in and take out the bones one by one, and pile them in front of the statue.

And Alka and the two just watched like this, standing in place and waiting quietly.

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

It was not until the end that he took out the skull and placed it on top of the pile of bones.

"Don't interrupt me."

The priest is mature, with a slightly hoarse voice.

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

Sunlight poured down from the hole.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but I feel that the sun is more dazzling now.

Statues and priests, and mother's bones bathed in light.

Such a scene suddenly had a hint of holiness.

At this time, the voice of the priest suddenly sounded.

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

"Unbelievable, betrayal, remorse."

"Silent darkness."

"The link of blood, the last instinct."

Arka couldn't help frowning when she heard the first sentence, because it matched the wound on her mother's body.

The second sentence is the mood at that time?
Betrayed.

The third sentence may be about the feeling after death.

Sentence 4 is completely unknown.

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

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

At this moment, the priest opened his eyes suddenly.

The head turned and stared at Alka who was watching him.

Alka was sure that he was not mistaken, the priest's eyes had just changed from dark green to normal pupils.

"Your mother's soul dissipated last night? Did you see her for the last time?"

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

At this moment, Aunt Marcie, who was next to her, also turned her head and stared at Alka.

"Little Alka, what did you experience last night?"

Seeing such a situation, Alka's brain worked rapidly, opened his mouth, and quickly organized his words.

"I... I don't know if it was too much excitement or exhaustion from the treasure hunt last night, when my mother's skeleton stood up, and she opened her palm to me."

Having said that, Alka took out a silver snake from his bosom, and there was a knife mark on the head of the snake on the silver coin.

"Then, the silver coin flew from my hand into my mother's, and she scattered it.

I thought it was my hallucination, the silver coin might have been thrown by me 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 gave 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 Marci were stunned for a moment.

The two of them seemed to have figured out why.

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

Some time ago, after Arka found a silver coin, he made a big publicity on the island.

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

Seeing that both of them had guessed, Alka nodded.

"Yes, that silver coin."

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

"What?" the priest asked hastily.

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

Alka made certain deletions and changes, changing the sentence that would directly die, but directly encountering the curse.

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

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

"Aren't I afraid that you won't believe it? After all, the curse or something is just like a story."

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

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

"You should thank your mother, her last soul dissipated the curse."

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

Aunt Marcy made a gesture of admiration with her folded hands, nodded, and left the cave.

Before leaving, he said to Alka: "Come to my house for dinner tonight, and Sigert said that you will follow a merchant ship."

The priest stared at Alka only after Aunt Marcy had left.

"Come here, little Arka, and pray for the peace of your mother."

Hearing this, Alka walked over.

Looking at the corpses piled under the statue, he lowered his head slightly with his hands crossed.

The priest's voice rang in his ears.

"Calm down your mind, praise the stone mother in your heart, and pray for her to give your loved ones peace after death.

The mother of stone bestows gifts on her heart, as firm as a stubborn stone. "

The priest's voice seemed to have some kind of magical power, and it calmed Alka's heart inexplicably very smoothly.

Follow the guidance of his voice.

Pray for the Mother of Stone in my heart.

In my heart silently:

"Mother of Stone bestows on her heart, as firm as a rock."

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

"Crack."

A stone, the sound of breaking suddenly sounded.

Alka opened his eyes abruptly.

I don't know where I am anymore.

(End of this chapter)