CHAPTER 511: CHAPTER 253 LEAVING_3

It was clearly much better than the spell engraving technique he currently used. Now was a good time.

"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 income.

The two shook hands firmly.

The mayor then said something to the hunter beside him before speaking to Alka, "Do you have any requirements for these materials we’re trading?"

"No requirements, 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 became serious. "Yes, but it rarely happens this way."

Honestly, he was a bit worried too. Every time, 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 time; 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 mention it recently.

Alka nodded. That was indeed his plan. Most of the crew on the ship had met 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 time," 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 meant 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 some 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 time 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 some urgency. If they missed this window, they’d have to wait until the next time.

After parting with the mayor and the others, Alka looked at the map in his hand, checking how many locations remained. After some thought, he crossed off some 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 become highly proficient.

...

Ten nights, neither long nor short, passed quickly.

In the last few days, Alka and Simon met with the mayor to learn about their totem technology and took oaths. Upon swearing the oath, Alka clearly felt a strange sensation, as if something 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 punishment. It seemed that in this world with Divine beings, any oath related to them was extremely 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 some 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 Fame at many blue and white points. It wasn’t just the orange beams that carried Fame. This indicated that some people still remembered the unknown civilization from thirty thousand years ago; some still retained memories, and some groups still had records of it.

Alka had also figured out some 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 came over. Seeing Alka staring at the map, she smiled and said, "What? Is there some 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 requirements are such that I might never meet them in this lifetime."

Hearing this, Chadite’s eyes filled with curiosity. Requirements that might never be attainable in a lifetime?

"It requires four corresponding Holy Grail Treasures."

"Four... Four Treasures? And they have to correspond?" Chadite’s tone was somewhat amazed. This requirement wasn’t merely 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."