Chapter 1046 - 1045: Precious Conch
The seasoned priest gave careful instructions, and Bosson listened attentively.
He initially thought it was just another decorative piece like Shell Beads, only to discover it was something that could provide early warnings; this was truly precious.
"These conch shells are very valuable; the longer their sea creatures live, the farther the sound travels when blown. In our Tortoise Tribe, we have three conch shells older than five hundred years, and this is one of them. Captain Bosson must take good care of it."
Zhuangzhuang explained the value of the conch shell with a smile.
Bosson nodded earnestly: "Are there any special requirements for storing this conch shell?"
The old priest stroked his beard: "It is best kept submerged in water."
Bosson turned and gave a few instructions to an Orc behind him, who then left.
Soon after, the Orc returned, carefully holding something smooth and round.
This was the first time the old priest and Zhuangzhuang saw such an exquisite stone, its surface as smooth as shell beads, and under the external sunlight, it even emitted a gentle blue glow.
"What is this?" the old priest looked on with affection.
Bosson slightly stood up and placed the conch shell into the green clay jar filled with water.
As the sea water covered the conch shell, Bosson noticed the patterns on it became even more attractive in the water.
He took the jar from the Orc’s hands and placed it on the ground.
It was then that the old priest and Zhuangzhuang realized it wasn’t just some stone but rather an item similar to a pot.
The conch shell was immersed inside it.
"This is one of our storage jars, and it’s perfect for holding the conch shell."
The old priest carefully touched the jar, expressing awe, "It’s truly magical, the objects from your tribe are so beautiful,"
Bosson smiled faintly, almost as if boasting modestly.
He gave a subtle look to the Orc who had fetched the jar, who nodded and stepped out.
"Lord Priest, if we store the conch shell in water, will we be unable to hear its sound when you blow it?"
Looking at the quietly resting conch shell in the jar, Bosson voiced his concern.
The old priest laughed heartily: "Captain Bosson is worried too much; this conch shell, being a former sea creature itself, will produce an even louder sound when kept in water. If we blow the conch shell on Tortoise Island, the sound will be greater."
Bosson nodded, his mind at ease.
"Since Shaman Ji Nuan is not present, we’ll not impose further. We too must leave in a few days to attend the great trade fair; we might not see each other for some time."
Assisted by Zhuangzhuang, the old priest stood up.
Bosson escorted them all the way to the seaside, just as the old priest was about to enter the sea, Bosson turned around and took two jars from the hands of two Orcs behind him.
"Lord Priest, your help to the Watson Tribe will be conveyed to Shaman Ji Nuan upon her return; these two jars are a token of my appreciation."
He spoke in the first person, not on behalf of the Watson Tribe. The conch shell’s importance to the tribe, known for making salt by the sea, was undeniable, and wasn’t something that could be compensated with just two jars.
The more significant gifts were not his to give; they would have to wait for Ji Nuan’s return to decide.
Watching the two jars even more exquisite than the one holding the conch shell, the old priest’s eyes sparkled with delight, his smile almost reaching his ears.