Blind Frog Ranch Treasure Found Novels & Stories

As someone who had stayed in the mountain for three days, she understood what kind of treasures can be found there. She might get lucky one day and pick a rare ore and sell it via the treasury hall or find those masters interested in it. After her loot in the bookstore she checked the clothing department, the music store and last but not least the ranch. There were a number of livestock in the ranch and she could buy them for consumption. The ranch only had some chickens, ducks and quails. That was better than having none like last time. Satisfied with this result, Krystal decided to leave the mall but as she was about to leave she noticed that the virtual kitchen was open. She took large st

He wanted the treasures. “Mr. Crawford, I know you are looking for something, and according to the records from my ancestors, the item you are looking for is most probably in Mount Dakriont. I hope you can think about it!” Seeing Gerald show no response, Tye Lamano suggested once more. Gerald was startled when he heard that. He frowned and looked at Yann. There weren’t many people who knew about the item he was looking for. He bet Yann must have told Tye Lamano about it. Otherwise, the latter would not have known about it.

on the map as a tree closeby had a sign with a name hung on it. Almost getting to the indicated place on the map, the announcement came thus; OTEDOLA RUTH FROM OKONJI IWELA HOSTEL IS OUT, SHOT BY SAFARI WILLIAMS FROM NNAMDI AZIKIWE HOSTEL You know that moment that there are just four persons or so left in a battle royale game? I felt that way. My heart started pounding heavily. I was having cold palms and feet. I got to the treasure chest. The chest was...and this is the part where I am meant to describe how beautiful and archaic the chest is, but can't because I lack adjectives and nouns for proper expression. It's not on me. Blame English.

Colton's voice drawled lazily over the phone, "Everything on your stall is fake. What's wrong with tricking that brat?" "But even Mr. Jackman said that it was a rare treasure! He even wanted to buy it for 100 million!" Cliff said at the top of his voice as he stomped his foot in agitation. "What did you say? Did Mr. Jackman say that himself?" Colton's tone grew sharp at once. He could dismiss what other people said, but it was impossible for Solomon to be wrong. "I'm 100% sure!" Cliff wailed. "Where did you get such a treasure? Why didn't you show it to me?"

The next day, Hal was filled with hushed whispers, no one knew where the whispers originated from, but everyone was filled with excitement at the thought of the pot of gold waiting for their discovery. Some of the more eager citizens had already packed their bags and were already on their path towards Fern forest, the one bordering the gypsy land where the alleged treasure laid hidden.

She says with a laugh. We begin to scrap away the dirt with our hands and soon enough we see the top of a wooden chest with steel bindings and hinges. It takes four of us to lift it out since it’s so heavy and honestly a little bigger than we thought it would be. Once it’s out of the hole, I call out to the siren Pearl. “Can you please go and get the men? We’ve found the treasure.” I say, beaming at her. She walks away toward where I assume the men are and as soon as she is out of sight, the weather turns nasty. The sky is soon covered in clouds and the wind begins to whip through the trees.

I nodded before I began explaining the situation to Justin in a gentle but firm voice. "I was approached by a man three days ago. He promised me that if I managed to get my hands on Lowen Group's final document of company secrets, he would pay me a handsome reward that would last me several lifetimes.

It was Rumbole and Crest who discovered a route over mountains guarding deep forests hidden between treacherous ridges cut by white-capped rapids leading to precipitous falls. A rough terrain of beauty and bounty where many men had become lost never to return, but not Rumbole and Crest. They would disappear for months on end only to return with strange and exotic furs. They made a small fortune selling their wares to the merchants of Free Hold; a fortune they would drink and whore away during their sojourn there.

Trembling, Ashton raised his hand to reveal a small silver square token in his palm. Made of some unknown metal, it had the character "Blue" inscribed on it. "Take this token and disguise yourself as me. Go to the forest about half a mile from Mount Dalinton. Then, find a treehouse there—underneath is our meeting spot." Felix drew the token toward himself but didn't notice anything special about it as he continued listening. "A middleman contacted me with an invitation to explore an ancient tomb. It belongs to one of Francis' descendants. He was certain there were soul cultivation treasures inside and promised those would be mine, though I can't touch anything else."

I can't hate Brady, but I can't feel sorry for his death, either. I ended up ripping off a rag and wrapping Brady's body in it. I called for men to carry him and continued searching the other tents. There were so many. The tent in the middle was Jackson's, and I recovered records of his activities, money, jewels, and gold—a lot of money, jewelry, and gold. That would be good compensation for his victims. After all the tents were searched and values and records collected, I called the witches, who sang an incantation. All the tents disappeared, and new grass appeared, hiding all traces of what had happened there.