Thick frost covered the puppet again.
This is a higher-level prototype, with higher flexibility and intelligence.
The only problem is that it still cannot perfectly fit Lucilia, and the comfort level inside is not as good as that of a doll.
If it cannot perfectly fit Lucilia, then the meaning of this puppet is not great.
Now the time is still short. Once it stays in this unsuitable soul shell for seven or eight years or more, the soul will definitely have problems slowly.
So this is just a prototype, not the first finished product, and Alka is still improving it.
The puppet held the mirror and jumped directly from Alka's hand, falling into the magma again.
The doll that fell into the magma immediately activated the mirror in its hand with the only magic power in its body, and the silver ripples spread around.
The range of diffusion is extremely limited, with only a radius of 10 meters.
But the advantage is that the scanning is extremely accurate and can penetrate more energy objects.
For example, magma.
Sofia's silver ripples will be greatly weakened when passing through these magmas during reconnaissance, and it is almost difficult to detect things in the magma.
Otherwise, their actions will be easier.
Unless Sofia uses a more concise and accurate small-scale reconnaissance ripple.
As the ripples spread, after about 15 seconds, the puppet's ice coating melted and dissolved into the magma.
The ripples did not scan any objects in the magma.
Arka took out a puppet from the ring again and installed a mirror on him again.
With the frost covering it, he jumped down again.
Repeat the previous operation.
This time, the position where they left the puppet changed, trying to cover a farther, undetected area.
As the ripples spread, Alka closed his eyes.
Something unusual appeared in his mind, an object that would never appear in magma.
It should be a rectangular object with a side length of one meter and a width of about 0.5 meters.
This shape seems to be a box.
This thing is floating in the magma, and it has not changed because of the creeping of the magma.
This thing should be the treasure.
"Found it, it is a rectangular box, in the magma."
As Alka said this, a card appeared in his hand, flew down and landed accurately above the location of the box, and then the card disappeared immediately.
But everyone already knew where the box was.
"Now that we have found it, how can we get it out?"
The problem is back to the original point.
Who can get into the magma and take that thing out? Let's not talk about how to get into the magma.
How to get out of the magma after getting it? This is a difficult problem to solve. From here, the magma below is at least 20 to 30 meters high, maybe even more. They can't fly, and there is no place to land around.
They just found the treasure, and how to take the treasure is the most important and difficult part.
"This is indeed a problem, but I plan to cover my fake body with frost and move the box up. It's just a chance of death, and it's worth it."
"Now just think about how to get the box and yourself up." Alka plans to use the precision hand to make a steel rope that is heat-resistant enough to drag the box up. It doesn't need to enter the magma, just that the rope will not be melted by the temperature in the air above the magma.
This is relatively easy to do.
Alka told several people his idea.
Several people nodded in agreement. Now they could only think of this method.
Also, only Alka can do it. Others don't have the ability.
"Okay, that's decided. Let's go back to the ship first. It will take a little time to make this thing. Let's come back tomorrow."
Alka suggested to everyone as the sky was getting dark.
No one objected to this.
No rush.
Then several people went down the volcano directly and returned the same way.
It didn't take long to return to the ship.
"Why did you come back so soon? How is it? Did you get it?"
Jason shook his head and began to tell Pororo about their simple experience just now.
The others also communicated on the deck.
Alka went directly into the cabin below and began to make steel cables.
He began to melt metal to make high-temperature resistant materials. Fortunately, such high-temperature resistant materials are not difficult to buy in this sea area.
When entering this sea area, Alka thought that he might need it, so he specially prepared some.
With the precision hand covering his hand, he began to operate.
The sun set over the sea, the curtain covered, and the crescent moon rose.
At night, Alka finally made enough steel cables, which were wound into a circle and carried to the deck.
It was found that there was no one on the deck, and it seemed that no one was on the ship.
Looking at the fire on the shore and some talking sounds, Alka looked over.
I saw Sofia waving at me, asking me to go over quickly.
Looking at the skewers and various foods next to the fire, it seems that they are preparing for a barbecue dinner.
Very good.
Arka smiled at Sofia, carried the steel cable in his hand into the captain's room, put it away and ran over.
When he arrived, the grilled food had been prepared at his position, so he just picked it up and ate it.
I was indeed a little hungry.
Eating the skewers in his hand, Arka shook his head and sighed.
Who would have thought that the best food made by their craftsmanship was this kind of skewers.
Simple and direct, without too much technical content, as long as there are enough raw materials and seasonings.
And it was Porro's craftsmanship.
Among the members of Burning, except Julia and Lucilia, they all have some cooking skills.
But this cooking skill can only be described as a little.
The best one among them was Jason, because Jason 12 was forced to learn it by cooking for himself when he was between 14 and 14 years old.
So you can't expect his cooking skills to be good, but it's tasty.
Sofia's words... not enough to kill people.
As for Alka, although he can cook, you can't expect a modern person to be able to use his cooking skills after traveling to a place similar to the Middle Ages.
Not to mention that many vegetables and meat processing methods here have changed, and various seasonings have also changed.
The quality of Alka's cooking depends on how many ingredients he gets that are related to his previous life or have a certain connection.
The good ones can be called delicious, and the bad ones can be called poison.
Because some seasonings can add deliciousness, but if you put too much, it will become inexplicably unpalatable.
Where can there be such a thing? It has to be put so precisely, and there are all kinds of ingredients that will be very unpalatable when combined together, which makes him crazy.
As for Porro, he is an expert at making deep-sea sashimi. He can always find the fish that are very suitable for making sashimi accurately.
And good grilling skills.
But that's all. You can't always grill and eat raw fish on the boat.
Eating the skewers in his hand, Alka's need for a chef became more urgent.
"Look, a shooting star!"
At this time, a star passed through the night sky.
Lucilia, who was sharp-eyed, said immediately.
"Quick, make a wish!"
Hearing this voice, the others were also very leisurely and made some small wishes casually.
Looking at the stars in the sky, Alka thought casually: "I hope I can find a chef who is suitable for our team and has great cooking skills!"
But I didn't expect that there is also a convention in this world that it is easier to make a wish after seeing a shooting star.
It seems that every world has some similarities. Maybe this is human beings?
A little episode adds more color to tonight's barbecue party.
When everyone was halfway through eating, they started to chat.
Pororo suddenly raised his hand and pressed it down. The others noticed it and immediately slowed down their voices, but did not shut up immediately.
Instead, they slowly communicated, but their eyes were moving around, conveying information.
Pororo's ears twitched slightly, and he said lightly: "Someone is coming."
Hearing this, several people stopped pretending and immediately looked vigilantly into the darkness next to them.
With the moonlight behind them, they saw a person not far away staggering towards them.
The whole person's movement was shaky and seemed very reluctant.
As they got closer and closer, they finally saw his appearance.
It can only be described as miserable.
This is a man who looks skinny but is about 1.8 meters tall.
His face is covered with dust, making his beard black, but his head is bald.
He just looks very weak, and he is obviously abnormally thin.
His clothes are even more tattered, and there are traces of burnt black on the edges and corners.
You can also see some wounds on his body from these angles, some of which have begun to inflame and fester.
He opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at Alka and others, his nose twitching constantly.
"Finally found someone, can you give me some food and water, I feel like I'm dying."
Sofia shook his head slightly at everyone.
Jason next to him immediately took two steps forward and helped him over.
Picked up his water bag and handed it to him.
The man who looked like a bamboo pole took up the water bag and drank it gulply. He exhaled heavily until he had completely drained the water from the bag.
It seemed that he finally came back to life.
"You haven't eaten for a long time? If you eat these skewers directly, there may be problems."
Jason said beside him that some simple medical knowledge was a must for a member of the treasure hunting team.
Especially the means of emergency rescue.
The man waved his hand: "Don't worry, my physique is special and will not be affected."
After hearing this, Jason did not force it.
He picked up the skewers that had been grilled long ago and handed them to the man in front of him.
He took up the skewers and bit off a few pieces fiercely, chewing quickly.
He said, "It's a little overcooked, the flame is too strong, the seasoning is uneven, and the meat is not cut well."
"But I'm too hungry, it's okay to eat."
Hearing the man's words, the people around were stunned.
What is he talking about?
Alka felt that if he heard correctly, the man seemed to be commenting on the barbecue they gave.
This is somewhat inappropriate. I don't know if it's because of hunger that makes his mind unclear.
Alka felt that normal people would not do such a thing.
And the man seemed to find that his words were wrong, and hurriedly apologized, "Sorry, sorry, occupational disease."
"Occupational disease? What do you do? Taster?" Jason next to him couldn't help asking after hearing this.
The man took a few more bites of meat, and finally shook his head and said, "Of course not, I'm a chef who travels around."
"Cough cough cough... cough."
When Alka heard this, he choked on the water he had just drunk before he could swallow it, and started coughing madly.
Looking at the eyes of everyone turning to him, he waved his hand.
"Sorry, I choked, you continue."
What's going on? The wish I just made has come true?
Alka was somewhat confused. A chef who traveled around more or less met the requirements of the wish he just made.
It was hard for him not to think in this direction.
He said it, God... I mean, is the Virgin Mary so real?
He decided to listen to the man's background again.
Jason and the others were already asking. Although they had determined that it was not too dangerous, they still had to ask about the necessary things.
The man did not feel offended by their questions and spoke out openly.
"I'm Juanlu Camporeque. You can just call me Juanlu. I'm a chef. I'm traveling on the sea, learning different cooking skills and looking for some rare ingredients."
"A week ago, our ship was sunk by a sea beast in the surrounding waters. I floated here holding a large wooden board, but you can see that this island is too desolate and very hot."
"If it weren't for me being a toucher, I might have died of thirst here."
Here, he looked at a few people and then said, "You know the touchers, right? I feel the magic in you."
Everyone nodded and did not hide it. There was nothing to hide.
"Thank God, I smelled the aroma of barbecue in the air when I was about to faint, and I came here with all my strength."
He crossed his arms and clasped them in front of his chest: "May the Virgin Mary bless you."
In the Home Sea, in this area controlled by the Virgin Mary, almost 95% of intelligent creatures have some faith in the Virgin Mary.
It's just that the depth of faith is different.
This does not affect them from praising the Virgin Mary when they need it.
Just like Alka used to say God bless you.
But if you really want to say that he has any faith in God, that's not necessarily true.
Same concept.
After understanding it, everyone nodded, and they also let down their guard a little bit about the very miserable chef in front of them.
After all, he is really weak now, and his strength may only be a spiral.
It's hard to pose any threat to them.
"If possible, can you take me to a safe island? I will pay you enough for that."
Alka waved his hand: "No need to do that. When we are done, we will naturally take you to a safe place. Don't worry."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much."
This desperate situation made him very grateful to Alka and others. Now he finally relaxed, but also made him feel tired.
Seeing that everyone had almost finished eating.
Alka shook his head to Jason.
Jason nodded, helped Juanlu up and said: "You are very weak now, go to our ship to rest first
, there are some medicines on the boat to help you deal with these wounds on your body. "
Juanlu nodded and did not refuse his kindness. He really needed a place to rest now, and these wounds on his body really needed to be dealt with quickly, otherwise his body would soon fail.
After watching Jason send Juanlu to the boat, everyone started to communicate.
"When I checked around this island at noon, I did see some relatively fresh shipwrecks." Sofia said, confirming Juanlu's origin.
"A toucher chef who likes to travel around..." Alka rubbed his chin and muttered to himself.
Hearing Alka's mumbling, several people turned their heads and looked at him involuntarily.
Sofia looked at Alka's thinking, thought for a while and said: "You don't want to... invite him to join us, do you? "
She asked uncertainly.
Arka nodded slightly and explained: "Do you know? Just when the meteor passed through the sky, I made a wish to find a suitable chef for me to go to the boundless sea with us."
"Such a coincidence?" Porro couldn't help but said in surprise.
If what Arka said is true, then this is indeed too coincidental.
"Maybe this is fate, destiny will always let us meet. "
Julia said, and couldn't help but think of her encounter with Alka and others, who were originally sealed in a huge crystal.
Because the undead around her were judged to be unsafe, they had never freed themselves.
But they judged Alka and others who had no ill intentions to be safe, so they were finally able to see the light of day again.
Fortunately, at that time, Alka and his team had Lucilia, otherwise it would be hard to say what would happen.
This is also a kind of fate, a meeting of destiny.
Hearing what everyone said, Alka smiled helplessly and waved his hand.
"It's just a coincidence. Besides, although I think so, it's just a thought. I don't know if he is suitable, not to mention that he may not be willing. "
It's too early to think about these things now, and it's a bit too self-righteous.
It's just that I just met someone, and it just happened to be a coincidence, which made Alka think about this involuntarily.
As for whether it is really suitable, we have to wait and see.
After chatting for a while, Alka clapped his hands and said, "Okay, everyone, let's go back too, there is still important work tomorrow."