"What are you two doing so mysteriously? Why did you come back so late?"
By this time, the White Sailboat anchor shop had already closed. After the two walked in through the small side door, they saw the two uncles drinking in the hall. Their cheeks were slightly red, and they were already a little drunk, but judging by the small mountain of glass bottles around them, they didn't seem like they were going to stop anytime soon.
"Went out for a walk. Drink your wine and stop poking your old nose into young people's business," Sigurd said impatiently with a wave of his hand, immediately heading upstairs with Ed to their temporary guest room.
Obe's voice echoed from behind. "Your dinner's been delivered to your room. It should still be hot. Or maybe not, hahaha!"
"Okay, got it," Sigurd replied loudly, even though he knew they weren't really concerned.
After the two returned to the room, they closed and locked the door. Then they took out the weapons from their coats and placed them on the table.
"Is this treasure hunting? It's so interesting and far easier than I expected."
Perhaps because it was his first treasure hunt, a hint of excitement still lingered on Sigurd's face. He played with his pistol, pulling out the magazine and turning it over before sliding it back in and making an aiming gesture. He then started wiping it with his shirt, as if trying to make it shine.
"Have you used one before?" Ed didn't pay much mind to the big man's over-excitement and asked from the side while watching his performance, rolling his eyes.
Sigurd nodded happily and kissed his gun. "I had one before, but Mother paid for it. You know, sailing can be a little dangerous sometimes," Then his voice grew quiet. "But I broke the pistol... accidentally, of course. Please, don't dare tell Mother about it. She still thinks I have it. If she finds out I broke such a precious thing, especially one made from metal, she'd definitely beat me to death."
"No wonder I haven't seen you carry it, nor have you ever shown it to me. You probably broke it just a few minutes after getting it, right?" Ed said with a playful smile, knowing that with Sigurd's personality, it was hard to imagine him not showing off such a fine item.
"Cough, well, forget about those old things. By the way, these two guns have no bullets; let's go buy some tomorrow. Besides, it's been so long, I don't know if these guns can still be used," Sigurd hurriedly changed the subject, checking the pistol in his hand. From the outside, there was nothing major wrong with them, aside from a lot of dust inside.
Ed looked at the two guns in front of him. The style of the pistol was very similar to the ones he had seen in the store before. He could feel that the wood used for the handle was more comfortable and had a frosted texture. Then he focused his attention entirely on the sawed-off double-barreled shotgun.
It was probably only as long as his forearm. The body was engraved with gold threads, forming beautiful lines, and the trigger and grip were also adorned with relief carvings. It looked a bit like a work of art, an ultra-rare skin. Its barrel was obviously made of some kind of metal that didn't feel like iron. This is the real treasure.
By now, Sigurd had finished checking his two guns and said, "The pistol uses No. 3 ammunition, which is really powerful. Bullets for this double-barreled shotgun are hard to buy, and I don't know if they're available in the stores on this island."
It seemed that although Sigurd's old gun had only survived in his hands for a few days, he really knew a lot about them. In contrast, Ed had no idea about the differences between types of handgun ammunition.
The only thing he knew was that the bigger the number, the larger the caliber should be. In his previous life, he had only seen guns in movies and games, where such details were rarely treated seriously, and he had never paid them much mind.
Ed took out a stool, sat 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 had found this thing by accident in the secret room and had immediately pocketed it before Jason saw it.
It seemed to be some kind of material; in his memories, this kind of crystal was often used as a mana crystal in novels and games, but he didn't know its purpose in this world. With a wave, the crystal block disappeared. Ed turned his attention back to the map and clicked on the blue light that had already dimmed.
[ Alando Toure's Posthumous Work (Harvested)
Difficulty: Hercules
Popularity: 6
Treasure Information: Alando Toure's manor houses the works from the owner's prime period. Also placed in his secret studio are various "failures" that he considered leftovers from creating his most successful works. The only regret is that his masterpiece is not his favorite revolver, but a pistol-shaped shotgun.
Treasure Harvest: Locker-G3 Shotgun, Jungle Cat-Six-Shot Revolver. ]
With the treasure obtained, more information was revealed. There was an extension in the information now. No wonder Jason had chosen two pistols; Alando was famous for his pistols, so he must have thought the real treasure would be one of them.
Picking up the somewhat heavy shotgun, Ed couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Why is it called a Locker? Could its special ability be related to its name? I don't know what special abilities it has, let alone how to activate them. It seems I can only buy a lot of ammunition and find the solution the old-fashioned way.
While Ed was pondering his gun's special ability, Sigurd, pacing back and forth in the room, put his gun under the pillow and brought the bread and stew from the table by the door, complaining unhappily.
"It's damn stew again, and it's made with sea fish this time. Stone Mother, it smells so bad. Can't that old geezer Obe change it up? This isn't the only thing he can cook. God damn it, we are guests! Who the hell treats guests like this?" He handed Ed his portion and continued to grumble.
Ed shook his head helplessly, smiled, and pushed his portion back to Sigurd as he got up from the stool. "Be content with what you have. Rest after eating. Let's go to the street to buy some things tomorrow. Also, I'm not hungry; you can have my portion as well. A big guy like you needs more energy to maintain that solid body of yours."
"Okay, you get some good rest. I'll go with you tomorrow. These merchants love to rip off people like us from the Homeland."
Hearing the word "Homeland," Ed, who was heading to bed, suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to discuss this matter with Sigurd and immediately asked, "Why? Are the people from the Homeland different in some way?"
Sigurd turned his head, his cheeks still full, and looked at Ed with a strange expression, the kind one gives when seeing a fictional animal in a zoo that shouldn't exist at all.
"Don't you even know about that? What the hell do you spend your entire time doing? Even if you grab a random child from our island and ask, he could tell you the reason! No wonder you're such a good treasure hunter; you bastard know nothing about anything else but treasure hunting. Now I'm really worried about whether you'll even be able to find a girl."
Sigurd scratched his head annoyedly and, after organizing his words, answered, "The Homeland is the island blessed by the Stone Mother. Each home island is blessed by a God, has special buffs, special crops, fertile land, and a pleasant environment all year round. The safety of the island is guaranteed; even if you swim a kilometer away from the island, you won't find a single dangerous marine creature. Most importantly, the residents on the island are protected by God as well."
At this point, Sigurd's smile grew even brighter. "Cursed be all those who harm the inhabitants of the Homeland without cause, especially unto death. So, normally, no one would want to harm the residents of the Homeland, and the residents of the Homeland would not deliberately offend others."
Sigurd shrugged and took a big bite of the bread in his hand. "After all, if we offend others, I believe they'll be happy to beat us up. And beating isn't covered by the protection criteria."
Hearing this, Ed nodded in sudden realization. So Golden Wheat Island is protected by the Stone Mother, huh? This means not only do gods exist in this world, but they also hold a certain amount of authority and can interfere to some extent.
Things are getting more and more interesting. Thinking this, Ed quickly removed his clothes, lay down on the bed in his shorts, covered himself with the blanket, and started eating his cake silently.
After all, after working hard all day, there was no way he wouldn't be hungry, but he was very reluctant to share such an expensive snack with Sigurd, a poor ghost who couldn't even treat him to a decent meal at a restaurant along the way, despite Ed giving him such a fine gun.
...
In the darkness, only the moonlight on the sea faintly illuminated the world. A canoe with a man on board was moving away from the island. Not far from where it sailed, a ship rested in the darkness. The canoe stopped below the boat, and the man climbed aboard along a rope ladder with an oil lamp.
"Jason, you're back. What took you so long?" A rough male voice sounded. The speaker seemed to be on night duty, sitting lazily in a chair and watching the stars.
Jason patted his clothes, took out the two pistols he had obtained during the day from his backpack, and handed them over. "Stop talking nonsense and help me see if either of these two guns has magical properties."
The man took them, looked them over, and then shook his head. Seeing this, Jason slapped his thigh hard. "Damn, what bad luck."
"You spent so many days and only got these two random guns? You're not kidding, right? Do you know how much time we've wasted here?"
Jason snatched the two pistols back and threw them into his backpack. He turned sideways and walked into the cabin. "Where's the captain?"
"The boss is in the captain's room now. He's in a bad mood waiting for you. I wouldn't be surprised if I heard you scream after you go in. Hehehe, it's been quite a while since I saw you get beaten by him."
"I know, I know. I'll explain. Damn it, such bad luck."
As he spoke, Jason entered the cabin. Then the ship fell into silence for a minute or so before a loud cry of begging pierced the quiet. However, it seemed a regular occurrence, and no one even cared about it; the man on duty even started humming a tune, enjoying the sound of someone getting beaten from the captain's room. The sail on top of the boat suddenly slid down. The entire ship moved slowly forward in the night breeze. After passing through the light white mist on the sea, it disappeared.