It was clearly much better than the spell engraving technique he currently used. Now was a good ti.
"Deal."
A few hundred Golden Sails were worth it. They had been digging on the island for so long, and the wealth they had harvested brought them about 600 Golden Sails in inco.
The two shook hands firmly.
The mayor then said sothing to the hunter beside him before speaking to Alka, "Do you have any requirents for these materials we’re trading?"
"No requirents, just a bit of each," Alka replied.
The mayor nodded. "No problem, we’ll deliver the materials you need later."
"Alright, this ship is yours. Here’s the Spell command token," Alka said, handing the Crystal Plate to him.
The command, restructured last night through the key connection point, was equivalent to the control core of a Spell Ship, similar to a car key remote. Without this, one would need enough crew to move the ship, and it would only be a relatively sturdy ordinary vessel. This was because the Spells on the ship were locked.
The deal was officially concluded. Everyone was happy as they left the Pirate Ship. It now belonged to Broken Town.
Jason, curious, asked the mayor, "Why hasn’t Balazs arrived yet? Has he ever been this late before?"
Alka and the others were planning to team up with Balazs and head to Southern Cross Island together.
Hearing this, the mayor’s expression also beca serious. "Yes, but it rarely happens this way."
Honestly, he was a bit worried too. Every ti, he was very concerned. It wasn’t because he and Balazs were close. If Balazs encountered an unexpected situation, he would have to find new partners. This wasn’t easy; after all, mutual trust was lacking. And he and Balazs had worked together for a long ti; a good partner was hard to find.
In another one or two nights, it would be past fifty nights.
"I heard you’re planning to leave?" Bai Shi suddenly asked from behind. He had heard Jason ntion it recently.
Alka nodded. That was indeed his plan. Most of the crew on the ship had t the standards. For Juanlu and Jason, who lacked Treasures, the others didn’t have a good solution.
"Yes, very soon."
"Then you’d better hurry. In just over ten days, the island chain is set to detach, and these next few days are the best ti," the mayor, who was beside him, advised.
Basically, every sixty nights constituted a cycle. Within these sixty nights, only fifteen would allow the island chain to reconnect with Southern Cross Island. This ant that fifteen days out of sixty were optimal for activities, whether departing from or arriving at the island.
These fifteen days generally occurred in the last period of the cycle, with so fluctuation, so it wasn’t necessarily precise. This particular window was between forty-five and sixty nights, and Balazs would typically arrive within the first five nights of it. This way, there was enough ti to trade goods, deal with unexpected situations, and ensure they could leave the island within a certain period.
"Only ten nights left?" Alka murmured. There was indeed so urgency. If they missed this window, they’d have to wait until the next ti.
After parting with the mayor and the others, Alka looked at the map in his hand, checking how many locations remained. After so thought, he crossed off so white points, leaving only a few blue points and several adjacent white ones.
"In these last few days, let’s excavate these points, then prepare to leave."
Jason leaned over to take a look and nodded.
Unintentionally, they had already excavated quite a number of ruins. Honestly, he felt his excavation skills had beco highly proficient.
...
Ten nights, neither long nor short, passed quickly.
In the last few days, Alka and Simon t with the mayor to learn about their totem technology and took oaths. Upon swearing the oath, Alka clearly felt a strange sensation, as if sothing was binding him. Whenever he thought about sharing these techniques with others, this binding sensation would serve as a reminder in his mind. If he insisted, he would incur punishnt. It seed that in this world with Divine beings, any oath related to them was extrely serious and not to be taken lightly.
As the final blue point was cleared, Alka looked at the map in his hand. Compared to the dense scattering of points across it before, it was now much emptier. Vast, open spaces were the results of their efforts. The only regret was that they currently lacked the power to clear all the points on it. Only a few blue and so white points remained, scattered around. And then there were the incredibly bright, tantalizing orange beams of light.
During this period, Alka also discovered the presence of Fa at many blue and white points. It wasn’t just the orange beams that carried Fa. This indicated that so people still rembered the unknown civilization from thirty thousand years ago; so still retained mories, and so groups still had records of it.
Alka had also figured out so information. The reason they couldn’t obtain the remaining three golden Treasures might be because those Treasures were still trapped in an Alternate Space. The Broken Islands underfoot were only a part of what had been separated from that space. That was also why rescuing their people required the orange Treasure. Only orange Treasures could open the way.
The ship was about to set sail for Southern Cross. Otherwise, they would miss the final window of opportunity.
Chadite ca over. Seeing Alka staring at the map, she smiled and said, "What? Is there so Treasure on this island you’re reluctant to leave behind?"
Alka nodded. "Indeed, there is."
"You really want it?" Chadite had only been joking and didn’t expect it to be true. "Then why not go search for it?"
"Because I can’t get it. The requirents are such that I might never et them in this lifeti."
Hearing this, Chadite’s eyes filled with curiosity. Requirents that might never be attainable in a lifeti?
"It requires four corresponding Holy Grail Treasures."
"Four... Four Treasures? And they have to correspond?" Chadite’s tone was sowhat amazed. This requirent wasn’t rely exaggerated; it was astounding.
"What Treasure demands this... Could it be..." Chadite’s eyes widened with shock, finding it unbelievable.
Seeing her expression, Alka smiled and nodded.
"Exactly. It’s just as you thought."
"A Scepter-level Treasure."
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