They picked some colored berries from the surrounding bushes and placed them around the grave.

There is no way, in such a cold and harsh environment, it is impossible to send flower petals to the deceased.

Because in the American concept of this century, people tend to believe that after death, their souls will dissipate next to the body.

Unless relatives, friends or well-wishers passing by send flower petals as a bridge to heaven, the deceased will remain in the world as a ghost for the rest of his life.

As for Song Hao, although he had never met this legendary figure, it is somewhat regretful to see his remains lying in the red frozen soil.

After all, he was once such a powerful hero, but in the end he could only lie alone at the end of this unnoticed ice field, and ended his life.

Everyone only knows that in that ocean, there was a pirate named Roman Nien who sailed through the storm.

"Forget it, dead people cannot be resurrected. Besides, he was lucky that he was not hanged in the square by the police during his lifetime."

He lit a cigarette for himself, and in the white mist he couldn't tell whether it was smoke or ice residue.

On the other side, after reciting the memorial words, Aaron slowly stood up, took a deep breath, and treated it as saying goodbye to the person he once was.

To a certain extent, it can be regarded as saying goodbye to that good friend.

Now that the temperature outside was really too oppressive, the two of them had no choice but to return to Roman's cave and wait patiently for the weather to clear up again.

This will definitely take several hours or even days and nights.

Aaron, who raised the flame, seemed to have thought of something, so he took out the letter from his pocket: "By the way, this is the suicide note he left."

"Especially hidden in the stove, presumably to prevent being discovered by hunters on the roadside. Fortunately, I recognized the English name of Blackwater Town"

Song Hao took the letter he handed over and found that there was a layer of solidified beeswax on the surface, so he had to use a dagger to carefully scrape it open.

At this moment, let alone Aaron, even myself, as an outsider, was a little nervous and couldn't help but guess what Roman had written.

The handwriting inside is a bit blurry, probably due to insufficient ink, and the last part was even written with scraps of charcoal.

The two people looked at the content of the letter with dull eyes, and their expressions suddenly changed from relaxed at the beginning, to gradually serious, and finally to stunned.

I couldn't hold back a word for a while.

Until Aaron said tremblingly: "I shouldn't be dazzled, right?"

Sitting next to him, Song Hao lit a cigarette with trembling arms: "Although I don't want to believe it, judging from the situation above, I'm afraid the two of us are really going to get rich."

There was once a rumor circulating on the Atlantic route that the cripple Roman, a great pirate, buried all his treasures on an unknown island.

No one has ever gotten there, not even his greedy companions, but they were all kept in the dark.

This is like an apple in the Garden of Eden, attracting every adventurer in the world to set sail. However, after decades of sailing waves receding, there are still no clues about the treasure.

And now, the coordinates of that Garden of Eden are in my hands!

Aaron swallowed: "Since he is a big pirate, doesn't he have thousands of gold and silver treasures buried?"

Song Hao expressed his other opinion: "Of course there are gold and silver treasures, but the coordinates are not a simple place that we can just ride a horse to."

"Anyway, the treasure that has not been discovered for decades is there. When we accumulate enough strength, it will be in our pocket sooner or later."

After saying that, he looked at the wooden cross not far from the cave, and his mood gradually became excited.

Because Roman not only revealed the location of the treasure in the envelope, but also something extremely important:

When he was on the run, he was rescued, and the treasure he promised to give to Darren was the only one in the world...

So the two slowly came to the bottom of the cross, used an ax to dig up the soil, and soon found a silver iron box.

Song Hao thought to himself: Last time I opened the box, they were all incomprehensible bonds, so don’t let it happen this time.

As the box slowly opened, a brand new gold dagger was placed inside, with the pirate's skull logo engraved on the smooth handle.

Even though so much time has passed, the blade of this golden dagger is still sharpened by Roman, making it a masterpiece visible to the naked eye.

Even if he takes a step back, since he decided to leave this golden dagger to Daeron, he has given back a huge wealth.

"Song Hao, what is the origin of this golden dagger?"

At this time, Aaron was already attracted by this exquisite blade, and his eyes widened. After all, he had never seen such glittering gold in his life.

So Song Hao coughed a few times and slowly explained: "Back when pirates were rampant, Roman, who was a craftsman, melted valuable gold into a mold, purified it repeatedly, and finally made a golden dagger.

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"And everyone who saw this dagger died without exception. Only one lucky sailor survived."

"Damn it, I always thought this was just a legend from childhood, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Unable to bear it any longer, he pulled out a piece of hair, slid it vertically on the blade of the knife, and the hair was cut in half silently.

Awesome!

Although it cannot cut iron like clay, it is still sharper than ordinary people realize.

"Aaron, this is what he left to your friend. Since your friend has passed away now, this is your property."

Although I have an indescribable fascination with this golden dagger, this is probably a strong resonance that every man will have.

However, Song Hao is not a bastard, and he will not rely on his status as the boss to forcefully take away the treatment that his younger brother deserves.

Who would have thought that just as he stood up, Aaron, who had quick eyes and quick hands, would put the dagger directly in his scabbard.

At the same time, he brought over the opponent's original dagger: "Forget it, I'm not an assassin who uses knives. This knife is suitable for you to use."

"Now that I'm taking advantage of this opportunity, don't be so nagging. In fact, I've already taken a liking to your dagger. It feels very good."

Aaron then showed a smile: "How about just giving it to me in exchange?"

Song Hao, who had a dull look on his face, naturally understood what the other party was thinking, and simply patted him on the shoulder without saying anything else.

The trust between two men is so simple and pure.

"Now that things have been resolved, it's time for us to leave this barren Arctic ice sheet."
Chapter completed!