"Vere, you use that shovel to keep digging, and if you can revive the Star Soul, then we might know a lot of things?" Boreth said to Vere firmly.

"Isn't this the graveyard of the Star Spirit? Is it really good to do that? Hey, isn't that what you're supposed to say to me? Vere felt his jaw drop to the ground.

It was the first time he had seen someone digging their own grave - though not so much, and supportive.

But it's that attitude that matters! In any case, even if it was forced by the situation, Vere felt that Boreth should not support it, if not strongly opposed.

What's going on? "Are you really a star spirit?" Wiel held the shovel and felt strange that he was saying it.

"It's expedient, we're stranded on an island now, and it's good to find some clues of the past." "Besides, you're likely going to be going to sea, and it's a good thing for you if the star spirits here have a record of the sea around you." ”

Looking at Boreth's encouraging eyes, Ver didn't know how to start.

He picked up the scabbard on the ground.

"Looks like this is the scabbard of the man named Falt...... "Well, patting the dirt on it, "you star spirits are really ...... Get out of the way. ”

Boreth took the scabbard, "Don't think too much about it, this shovel of yours is magical, it's special, isn't it?" You're not going to dig that big holes anyway, and I'll fill them up when you're done. ”

Weier looked at the shovel in his hand speechlessly, and he really couldn't deny that it was unexpectedly easy to use.

As long as you dig a small pit in the ground (in front of the grave), you may be able to dig up something good with just a shovel. — exactly like in the famine.

This discovery piqued the thoughts in Will's mind......

"It's really a magical world, is this a world of famine or a world of star spirits?" Weir thought silently in his heart. "If this is a world of famine, will there be a Shadow Throne in the abyss?"

"Boreth, have you heard of the Shadow Throne?"

"Throne of Shadows? Haven't heard of it. "What about the mandrake?" "What grass?" "And what is this?" "Blue crystal?" "Isn't this a sapphire?"

"Sapphire crystal, which contains an abundance of cold magic...... Where did you get this thing from? "Dig there...... Forehead. ”

Boreth glanced at Ver meaningfully.

"Are you going out too......" said Boreth with a wry smile. Dig it, dig it. I've known this for a long time. ”

“…… All right. Weier was stunned in embarrassment, and touched the cold sweat on his head, "Don't hold grudges...... I dug it. ”

Bo Ruisi didn't make a sound, and quietly wiped the scabbard in his hand.

Vere looked back, picked up the shovel in his hand, and dug into the ground.

"It's ...... A bag of seeds? The shovel in Wiel's hand was touched again, but this time it was not hard, but poof, and with his hands he carefully peeled open the soil, and a cloth bag pierced by the shovel appeared in front of Wiel's eyes.

"How can there be a bag of seeds here? Can it still be used? This is! ......" took the bag and took out a seed from it, which Wille put on his right hand and looked closely, the seed was a little shriveled, but swollen, and it was a good seed suitable for planting.

But what surprised him was not the freshness of the seed, but the famine interface in his mind, and he saw the name of the seed.

Dragon fruit seeds.

"Is this the only way to grow there?" Ver glanced at the seeds in front of him, and slowly a bag of seeds, many of which fell out because of the prickly opening. "Such a bag, if you plant it all......"

Wei Er thought of the dragon fruit all over the mountains, and wondered if the magical dragon fruit pie in the famine would have the same effect here.

Placing the seeds in the backpack, the voice of Boreth came from behind him. "I'll go and see the inscriptions elsewhere first."

In response, Vere picked up the shovel and went to a nearby place.

Get off the shovel, dig, dig and don't move. Push hard, don't move. No matter how hard you try, don't move. Will felt as if he had shoveled something hard, and made a clattering sound.

Only the tip of the shovel is stuck in the soil, "It doesn't make sense~" Learning what he did just now, Weier wanted to pick up the soil on it, but until the shovel was exposed, there was nothing, and there was nothing next to the shovel head that was originally in the middle of the land.

He tried again, and this time Veel was so strong that the touch from the shovel sounded like he was priing a boulder.

"There's no useful clue over there, Wiel? What are you doing? Boris came back from a distance, and watched as Ver pressed down the shovel in his hand, and his whole face turned red.

"Helper, this thing is too heavy!" Boris hesitated, stepped forward, and helped Ver pry together.

Boreth's hand took Will's hand.

The touch, gentle, delicate, and tingling, spread from Wille's arms to Will's body.

The two men froze at the same time.

"What are you doing? Hard! ”

"Okay, 1, 2, 3!" A faint magical aura flashed, and even Boris didn't notice it.

Bang Dang! A dark shadow burst out of the ground and landed on the ground beside it.

The two of them fell to the ground, and Weir looked at a large box on the ground in a daze, a large box two meters square, which was obviously different from the small pit next to it that was one shovel deep.

"This was just dug up?" "I want to ask you."

The two of them walked early to the side of the box, and the whole box was made of thick wooden planks, the corners were wrapped in copper, and there was no lock.

Knocked.

There was the sound of cloth filling up.

"Open it and see?"

"Open it and take a look." Together, the two pushed open the huge lid. Look inside.

"It's ...... It's a seaman's hat! On top of it was a white Peugeot hat, the name of which was seen in Will's eyes.

Put the hat on your head and compare it, it's not bad, but it's a little old.

"It's ...... A set of clothes, full of fishy smell. Bo Ruisi picked up the clothes next to him, orange in color, smooth to the touch.

"Life jacket?!" Will took the garment and found it to be a life jacket. I couldn't help but murmur, "A one-time ......? ”

"Also, this is ...... Fishing rods? From under the horizontal side of the box, Boreth picked up a rod that was stuck diagonally at the bottom of the box. There's a lot of stuff in there. ”

"What is this?" Vere found a cloth bag under the box, picked it up and shook it.

"It's heavy! Boom bang...... Holy, my eyes! ”

Opening the cloth bag, a large pile of golden things appeared in front of Weiel's eyes, shining with dazzling light.

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!

It was so much that Weir didn't even see how many gold nuggets were written just now!

"This inscription...... What a great navigator......" Boris smiled as he looked at Veir, who covered his eyes. "I don't think there's anything in there...... Well, it's all some clothes, it's not bad, wash it, these clothes will be enough for you to wear until several rolls are over, but unfortunately, it's all shirts. …… Well? I just said something. ”

"It's true that it's gone, but these things really make us gain a lot~"

As the mana grew, when Vere put the gold nuggets into his backpack just now, the interface of the crafting system in front of him stood out several times, and the choking sound in his head made Vere feel like his ears were about to explode.

"Looks like I can do a lot of things...... It's a pity that my magic is limiting my play...... Then again, how did my magic grow? ”

"Boreth, I can't fit it in my bag." "Well, leave it to me." With a flick of his hand, Boris vanished the box in front of him and its contents.

"Oh? It's ......" "Same as your backpack, it's the talent of the Star Spirit. Boreth blinked. Well, everything you need to know here is already known. ”

"How?"

"The town of Wolan Mountain has been attacked twice unexpectedly, and the ultimate source may be the demon who sacrificed the prophecy...... I was involved in this, but there is no clue here about what will develop after that. Boreth shrugged, "Still, we're not completely without gains. ”

Pointing to the backpack, pointing to the shovel, self-explanatory.

"Yes." Wiel pinned the shovel to his waist, "And, too, a story." The man named Falt. ”

"Yes, a valiant warrior."

Afterwards, the two tidied up the cemetery, and before leaving, they respectfully saluted the tombstone that was originally inserted in the scabbard.

Wiel put the wiped scabbard and hilt together and placed it in front of the tombstone.

The figures of the two gradually faded away.

In the cemetery, beside the road leading to the mountain, a faint puff of smoke rose. At the gate of the collapsed stone pillar, a simple figure emerged in the mist.

He glanced deeply at the scabbard on the tombstone, then disappeared into thin air.