Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1058 - 565

Chapter 1058: 565

Three days later, Sean Knight had arranged the oil field production, regional security, and coordination with the sand control personnel’s translators and other matters, and then set off with Elijah Hastings and two others toward the ruins southwest of the kingdom.

"Boss, it surely wasn’t easy, but at last, we’re back to our old trade," Douglas Cooper remarked from the car.

"Yeah. Who would have thought that they’d hand us a treasure hunt target point on a silver platter?" Elijah Hastings also mused.

"Don’t get your hopes up too high. After all, it was just a tribe that once roamed from place to place; who knows what they could have left behind. Let’s just treat it as a leisure activity after our tense work," Sean Knight advised.

"Don’t worry, boss!" Elijah Hastings said, laughing, "We understand. Besides, this time we did make a decent amount of money. It’s not really about the money, though; we just want to see more of what’s out there overseas."

"I’ve checked the satellite map of the destination area. It hasn’t been visited by anyone for a long time," Lincoln Harrington joined in the conversation.

"Moreover, this ruin site is seasonal. During the kingdom’s windy seasons, it is covered by yellow sand, then re-emerges at certain times.

For about half the year, it is possible to find. There is quicksand nearby, and a dark river too; it’s quite a dangerous place," he added.

"That’s really thrilling..." Douglas Cooper commented, "In that case, we really do need to be careful."

"Exactly. None of us should let our guard down. This experience might be quite different from our past treasure hunts. Even that one time in Africa, searching for treasure in a dark river, may not compare. So everyone must be cautious!"

An off-road vehicle provided by Abdullah, which had been modified, carried the four men deep into the desert.

The windsand gradually intensified, slowly erasing the tracks left by the off-road vehicle.

Inside the car, Elijah Hastings suddenly asked:

"Boss, do you think it’s possible that this is some kind of conspiracy?"

"It’s possible," Sean Knight said, laughing, "However, this can’t be called a conspiracy; it’s more like an open conspiracy.

We like treasure hunting, that’s a fact. He told us about a ruin site, which is also true. Whether we go or not is up to us.

If we don’t go, then he can’t do anything. But my intuition tells me that we might find something there, so I think it’s better to make the trip."

"Let’s go!" Douglas Cooper also agreed, "I’m tired of patrolling the oil fields every day. All the intruders have been killed off; no one dares to come anymore.

Captain Hastings, you’re not scared, are you?"

"Scared my ass!" Elijah Hastings retorted, offended, "When have I ever been scared? It’s just that I smell something fishy about this, that’s all!"

"Alright, since we’re here, let’s just make the necessary preparations and explore thoroughly," Sean Knight indicated ahead, "That place is the last oasis we’ll encounter before the ruin site, so if anyone wants something good, something hot to eat, do it here. Once we’re in the desert, we’ll have to conserve water."

"Then let’s really enjoy ourselves with some mutton!" Douglas Cooper raised his voice.

Truth be told, the food here wasn’t quite the same as in Xinjiang; the pies were alright, but the meat, being prepared differently, also tasted differently. While it was interesting to try something new, it wasn’t necessarily conducive to a big feast.

When they resumed their journey, the car was loaded with extra water and oil. As they left, the various expressions of the people at the oasis gave them pause as they drove towards the deserted area.

"I noticed those people’s stares," Douglas Cooper suddenly said from inside the car. "I feel like they were looking at us as if we were dead men."

"Someone probably tried to make it here before but maybe they entered and never left," Elijah Hastings speculated.

"Drive carefully, there’s quicksand ahead, turn left!" Sean Knight suddenly yelled, "Drive left a bit longer—this area of quicksand is quite large!"

Elijah Hastings instinctively steered the car according to Sean Knight’s directive.

This area looked fairly flat, but who would have thought that it was actually a vast expanse of quicksand?

After turning for a while, they stopped the car.

Douglas Cooper, looking out at the expanse of sand to the right, asked with some confusion:

"Is this quicksand?"

"Throw the glass beverage bottle in your hand over there and see," Sean Knight suggested.

Douglas Cooper, somewhat skeptical, finished the grape juice in the bottle and then hurled the bottle with force toward the sand.

The bottle landed on the sand, spun around, and then slowly began to sink.

It came to a halt halfway submerged.

Apparently, without enough force, it didn’t sink completely.

But given the weight of the glass bottle compared to the weight of a human body or a car, everyone suddenly understood the danger.

"Damn it, no wonder!"

"That’s a relief!"

"Boss, you’re amazing!"

"Let’s go, we can’t stay here long," Sean Knight said. "We still have a long way to our destination; we need to press on."

Under Sean Knight’s guidance, the car avoided several more stretches of quicksand, and before nightfall, they arrived at a dried-up riverbed and stopped.

The wind began to pick up. While the initial plan was to set up a tent, Sean Knight deemed it safer to stay together inside the car.

There was already a layer of sand over the riverbed, not so thin, and Sean Knight wasn’t sure what might happen overnight.

After having dinner, Sean Knight took a walk on the riverbed and then saw, under the influence of the wind, how the sand at the windward side of a small sandbag on the edge of the riverbed was slowly being blown towards the leeward side—

So this was how the sand dunes were moving!

On the windward side of the riverbed, hundreds of small sandbags, less than a meter tall, were all performing the same action!

Though the sand seemed to be moving very slowly, no faster than an ant, their "actions" never stopped!

It was possible that by morning, the riverbed would be completely covered in sand!

Realizing this, Sean Knight quickly returned to the car and said to Elijah Hastings and the others:

"Let’s go, we’ll continue through the night. We can’t stay here! If we do, we might get buried in the sand!"

The car immediately started up again, and at the same time, the windsand intensified!

Sand hit the car glass, making "pat pat pat" sounds, as if it were going to shatter the car glass!

The visibility outside became blurry, and they, they were lost!