The old priest told him very carefully, and Bosson listened very carefully.

I thought it was another ornament like a bead, but I didn't expect it to be something that could be warned in advance, which is so precious.

"This kind of conch is very precious, their beast life is very long, the longer the conch is lived, the farther the sound after the blow wears, our turtle tribe has three conch more than five hundred years old, this is one of them, Captain Boson is going to put it away."

Turtle Zhuang Zhuang smiled and explained the preciousness of this conch.

Bosson nodded solemnly: "Do you have any requirements for this conch when it is stored?" ”

The old priest touched the beard on his chin: "It's best to soak it in water and store it." ”

Bosson turned and ordered an orc behind him, and the orc turned and went out.

After a while, the orc walked in carefully holding a smooth and round object.

It was also the first time that the old priest and the turtle had seen such a delicate stone, and the appearance was as smooth as a pearl, and the sunlight outside the house fell on it, and it also emitted a soft blue light.

"What is this?" The old priest's eyes were full of love.

Bosson got up slightly and put the conch in his hand into the green clay jar filled with water.

The sea water overflowed the conch, and Bosson found that the patterns on the conch were getting better and better in the water.

He took the jar from the orc's hand and placed it on the ground.

Only then did the old priest and the turtle Zhuangzhuang see that what kind of stone is this, it is actually an item similar to a pot.

The conch is soaked in it.

"It's a jar for us to hold things, and it's perfect for conch."

The old priest carefully touched the altar body, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's amazing, your tribe's items are so beautiful,"

Bosson smiled faintly, and invisibly pretended to be a comparison.

Giving the orc who had just gone to get the jar a vague look, the orc nodded and withdrew.

"Lord Sacrifice, this conch is kept in the water, and when you blow it, will we not hear the sound?"

Bosson looked at the conch lying quietly in the jar and expressed his concern.

The old priest haha: "Captain Bosen, this is too much to worry about, this conch is also a kind of sea beast when he is alive, store it in the water, if we blow the conch on Turtle Island, the sound it makes will be even greater." ”

Bosson nodded, completely relieved.

"Since Ji Nuan Witch Doctor is not here, then we won't bother, we will also leave for the big trade fair in a few days, and we may not be able to meet for a while."

The old priest stood up with the help of the turtle.

Bosson sent them all the way to the sea, and when the old priest was about to enter the sea, he turned around and took the two jars from the two orcs behind him.

"Lord Sacrifice, your help to our Watson tribe, when the witch doctor Ji Nuan returns, I will tell the witch doctor, these two altars should be my thanks to you."

He is talking about me, not the Watson tribe, the conch is of great importance to the Watson tribesmen who boil salt by the sea, and it is not something that these two jars can match.

He doesn't have the right to give them more important things, which can only be decided when Ji Nuan returns.

Looking at the two jars that were even more delicate than the conch just stored, the old priest's eyes instantly lit up, and the corners of his mouth were about to grin behind his ears.