The old priest gave a very careful advice, and Bosen listened very seriously.

I originally thought this was another decoration like a bead, but I didn’t expect it to be something that could be warned in advance. This is really precious.

"This kind of conch is very precious. Their beast life is very long. The longer the conch is, the farther the sound after it blows. Our turtle tribe has three conchs that are more than five hundred years old. This is one of them. Captain Bosen has to hold it up."

Gui Zhuangzhuang smiled and explained the preciousness of this conch.

Bosen nodded solemnly: "What are the requirements for this conch when storing it?"

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

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

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

It was the first time that the old priest and Gui Zhuangzhuang had seen such exquisite stones. The appearance was as smooth as shell beads. The sunlight outside the house fell on it, and it emitted a soft green light.

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

Bosen stood up slightly and put the conch in his hand into the green mud altar filled with water.

The sea water overflowed the conch, and Bosen found that the patterns on the conch were getting more and more beautiful in the water.

Take the jar from the orc and put it on the ground.

The old priest and Gui Zhuangzhuang saw that there was no stone here, it turned out to be an item similar to a pot.

The conch is soaked in it.

"This is the jar we use to hold things, and it's best to put conchs."

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

Bosen smiled faintly and pretended to be a comparison invisibly.

Give the orc who just went to get the jar a vague look, and the orc nodded and retreated.

"Sir, this conch is stored in the water. Will we not hear the sound when you blow it?"

Bosen looked at the conch lying quietly in the jar and expressed his concerns.

The old priest haha: "Captain Bosen is too worried about this. This conch was also one of the sea beasts during his lifetime. If we blew the conch on Turtle Island, the sound it made would be even louder."

Bosen nodded and completely relieved.

"Since Doctor Ji Nuan is not here, we won't bother you anymore. We will set off to attend the big trade fair in a few days. There may be some time when we will not be able to meet."

The old priest stood up with the help of Gui Zhuangzhuang.

Bosen sent them all the way to the beach. When the old priests were about to enter the sea, they turned around and took two jars from the two orcs behind them.

"Sir, you will help our Watson tribe. When Ji Nuan's witch doctor comes back, I will tell you that these two jars are my thanks to you."

He was talking about me, not the Watson tribe. The importance of the conch to the Watson tribe members who were boiling salt on the beach was self-evident, and it was not something that could be compared with these two jars.

More important things, he has no right to give them, and he will have to wait until Ji Nuan comes back before he can decide.
Chapter completed!