Treasure Hunting System： The Ocean Conquerer

The knowledge just acquired in the mind was thrown to the back of his head.

They are different from Alka.

They are true believers.

Alka nodded his head: "I believe such information, the Holy Mother definitely needs it, and you also said that it’s not something we can handle, right?"

"Can I? Am I capable?"

"Of course you can, you were once the Preparatory Saintess, this timid demeanor is not your personality."

Alka said, holding her hand.

Hearing Alka’s words, Chadite couldn’t help but grip his hand tightly, then took a deep breath and nodded.

"No problem, I’m ready." A chance like this cannot be missed due to nervousness, fear, and timidity; otherwise, she would regret it for a lifetime.

"Alright, now pray with me."

Saying this, Alka sat directly beside Chadite, guiding them to cross their hands and begin praying.

Seeing this situation, everyone did not interrupt, instead, they sat in place, pondering over the information Chadite just mentioned.

Soon, Alka felt the change in the surrounding environment and opened his eyes.

He looked to the side.

Chadite, whose hand he was holding, stood right beside him.

"You can open your eyes now."

Upon hearing this, Chadite, trembling slightly, opened her eyes and looked at the surrounding area.

She saw the boundless golden wheat field.

And a sight she had never seen before.

The sun was hanging on the horizon, not eternally at the top. The light seeping through was orange, like a fiery blaze.

Very warm... very cozy.

Dusk.

It was a time not seen in over a decade.

Once, it was only seen at Homeland Sea.

"Dusk, I almost forgot about it." Alka said while looking at the sky beside her.

"Dusk." Chadite smiled and murmured softly.

Alka gazed at the flickering light in her eyes.

"I promise, one day we will be able to see such scenery outside."

Hearing this, Chadite turned her head to look at him: "Yes, together."

Inexplicably, the two stood there in the wheat field.

Standing in the Holy Mother’s sacred kingdom.

Inexplicably discarding the surrounding environment and falling into their own emotions.

The atmosphere beside them was discordant with the surrounding ambiance.

"Ha!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from beside them.

Chadite visibly trembled, clearly scared.

"Haha, I scared you, didn’t I?"

The two turned their heads to see a small girl suddenly rush from the wheat field to stand before them, laughing at Chadite.

Alka looked at her, reaching out to pat her head.

"Hey!" The little girl swatted Alka’s hand away.

"How could you treat sister like this! So impolite." She said, before running off directly.

"Sister?" Chadite turned her head to look at Alka, puzzled.

The look in her eyes seemed to say something.

It seemed to say.

You really are...

Alka rolled his eyes: "I don’t know how to explain, but right now we should go meet the Holy Mother."

Saying this, he pulled Chadite and walked forward.

Hearing this, Chadite’s thoughts immediately turned, and she became nervous again.

Soon, Chadite saw a small farm at the center of the wheat field ahead.

She saw, at the farm gate, a tall woman standing.

The wheat-colored fitted long dress swayed gently with the breeze, and a straw hat perched on her head.

Involuntarily, Chadite slowed her steps, her eyes completely fixed on that figure.

Her entire body seemed to transform into a marionette as Alka led her to the Holy Mother’s presence.

The Holy Mother turned around.

Looking at Chadite, who was staring at her.

She couldn’t help but lower her head slightly to look at her.

The Holy Mother stood over two meters tall, much taller than Chadite.

Seeing this, Chadite immediately lowered her head.

Then, Chadite felt a gentle hand placed on her face.

The palm moved against her cheek, applying a bit of pressure.

"Let me see you."

Following the strength from the palm, Chadite raised her head, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at the Holy Mother’s face.

She seemed to see motherhood, to see herself, a long-unseen, deeply-buried-in-memory mother.

The Holy Mother’s other hand also lifted, resting on Chadite’s other cheek, holding her face gently and carefully examined it.

"Such a lovely child." The Holy Mother praised with a smile.

Her right hand then lifted slightly, stroking Chadite’s head and twirling a few strands of silver threads.

"Your hair color is beautiful too."

A visible red spread across Chadite’s face, and soon her whole body turned visibly red.

The Holy Mother’s praise stirred emotions in Chadite to the point she couldn’t contain herself.

Seeing this display, the Holy Mother smiled warmly, then reached out to embrace Chadite, letting her lean into her arms.

Alka could see Chadite’s body stiffen like an iron rod.

But soon, her whole body softened, leaning into the Holy Mother’s embrace.

Alka just stood there smiling, waiting.

At some point, the children who had been playing around also gathered beside Alka, staring intently at Chadite being held by the Holy Mother.

At this moment, Alka felt a tug at his pant leg.

Looking down, he saw that it was the same little girl who always claimed to be his sister.