In an inconspicuous house, three men surrounded the big table and silently looked at a square and very tight wooden box on the table.

The gray-haired old man, middle-aged man with his ears standing upright like the spire of a bell tower, and the young businessman Josephine Buccini, who always smiles at everyone, got together again.

Josephine Buccini has been very busy in the past two years.

The benefits of investing in the Duke of Roman Thesia are obvious, and the Jews made a fortune during this period.

But what made them even happier was that the Duke seemed to have some unspeakable favoritism towards them.

Not only did he give Jews many discounts in the trade union, but more importantly, he also effectively guaranteed the rights of Jews.

This is more important to the Jews than anything else.

Josephine Buccini was appreciated by the elders because of his bold decision. They admitted that he was a shrewd and investing young man. Based on his contributions over the past two years, the elders were already considering asking him to take on an errand directly in the Presbyterian Church, with the task of having a good relationship with the Duke of Roman Thesia.

"I really want to hand over the triple crown to that duke?" the gray-haired old man whispered, "This is our life-saving thing."

Buccini glanced at the old man without saying anything, and his eyes fell on the box again.

"Maybe, we can think of some way to keep it, just like before."

"Clock Tower Ear" muttered in a low voice, and when he saw Bucini remained silent, he said in a lower tone: "Then no one knows where we hide it,"

"Don't let the Presbyterian know?"

Buccini finally spoke. Seeing his two companions talking in silence, he shook his head helplessly.

"We can't do this, it will make us all unlucky."

Both companions breathed helplessly, and then the old man asked unwillingly: "Do you really think that duke will abide by the agreement with us?"

"At least he is doing well now." Buccini didn't say much. After spending a long time with the elders, he learned something that others didn't know.

The Duke of Romanthesia seemed to be more than just treating Jews in business, but an elder vaguely revealed that he seemed to intend to allow Jews to have more rights.

Buccini keenly noticed the difference. If doing a fair deal with the Jews means that the duke is a reputable business partner, then willing to support the Jews to improve their status has completely different purposes and meanings.

What exactly did the duke want to do? Didn’t he know that this might cause an uproar?

Or is he having an ulterior motive?

In any case, Bucini felt that this was a truly rare opportunity, or perhaps the only opportunity for the Jews to change their status.

So he didn't plan to easily destroy this rare opportunity.

"Send the things away." Buccini told his two companions that the Jews had sent this holy object to a safe place through various secret ways, and the hidden places were held in the hands of different elders.

Now the three of them found the holy object together as the presbyterians commanded, and the next thing they had to do was transport the triple crown to a place they had discussed with the people they had joined.

This is an archipelago located in the depths of the Mediterranean Sea, with islands of all sizes scattered nearby. Without a map or familiar person, no one would know that the Triple Crown was hidden on an inconspicuous desert island among them.

Following the three people was an equally inconspicuous medium-sized galleon, which rarely attracts attention in the Mediterranean.

Buccini had more thoughts when he was in action. He knew that the trade alliance had a huge power in the Mediterranean, especially those merchant ships at sea, and many of them had close ties with the trade alliance.

He did not want his action to be discovered too early by the Trade Union. Only after handing the triple crown to the Duke of Romethesia could Buccini feel at ease.

Several sailors with dark complexion from the sea breeze gathered on the deck and chatted. They didn't know why these people came to such deserted islands, but it wasn't their business. As long as these people gave enough money to the ship, it didn't matter.

When it was almost dark, they saw the people walking out of the valley on the island, one of them was carrying a wooden box that didn't seem to be very heavy.

Several Jews got on the boat one after another and looked back at the nameless desert island. Bucini suddenly said, "Maybe we can name this island one day."

"Then you have to be a duke, or at least an earl," 'Clock Tower' shrugged "But what use is that for us? Our ancestors have taught us that money can be used to measure everything in the world, and even let you taste the pleasure of creation."

Buccini shook his head disapprovingly. He did not agree with his companion's statement. Perhaps because he had seen more things, he suddenly felt that money did not seem to be so important.

"Some things are more precious than gold, believe me. When you see those things, you will feel that making money is just a simple thing sometimes too boring."

Buccini said this, then smiled silk to his other two companions.

"Oh, is that true?" "Zhonglouer" asked in disapproval. He always felt that Buccini was different from others, or that his heart was too big, which was not a good thing for a Jew.

The boat slowly left the nameless island, and as the sky dimmed, the wind on the sea became violent.

Bucini leaned against the wet bay, the box pressed against her side.

The whistling sound of sea breeze outside the cabin was high and low, and although the night was getting deeper, the few Jews were not sleepy at all.

Suddenly, a Jew raised his ears, stretched out a finger to his mouth to signal his companion to silence, and at the same time he quickly pulled out a musket from his robe.

Bucini and his men immediately stood up. They hurriedly hid behind the pile of goods with their companions, staring nervously at the cabin door that was shaking by the wind.

Suddenly, the originally unsolid cabin door was hit hard by someone from outside, and the cold wind instantly poured in with a figure rushing in!

"Bang~"

Almost as the figure blocked the door, the musket in the hands of a Jew who had been prepared for a long time suddenly rang out. With the sound of muffled thunder in the small space, the figure rushing in immediately screamed and fell to the door.

But the people behind did not give the Jews a chance to continue shooting. Someone dragged a thick wooden board in front of them, and the people behind rushed in with their weapons and rushed into the cabin with their weapons.

For a moment, the narrow cabin was filled with fighting and screams.

Buccini hugged the wooden box in panic and hugged in the gap between the piles. He heard bursts of gunfire and fighting sounds. Some people fell down and some shouted and passed through the gap in front of him.

Buccini hugged the wooden box even tighter. He held his breath and pressed his body against the deepest part of the gap, staring at the gap in fear and anxiety.

Gradually, the fighting sounded less and less, and finally there were only the sound of footsteps walking around and the painful moans that sounded from time to time.

Suddenly, a very tragic scream came from a very close place, and then Bucini heard a malicious voice asking: "Where did you hide that box?"

"I don't know~ah!"

Before the words of the 'Chonglou Ear' were finished, they were replaced by a creepy scream. Bucini heard the voice and continued to ask: "It's just a finger now. If you say it again, I will cut down all your fingers one by one."

"I don't know, I really don't know..., what are you going to do! You can't do this~~"

Before he could finish his words, he was followed by a series of crazy screams.

Amid the screams, Bucini seemed to hear the axe chopping something, and then the axe blade cut on the wood. Accompanied by the terrifying sound, it was the roar of the "Clock Tower Ear" that had changed its tone.

"It's there! It's there! The box is in his hand!" "Clock Tower Ear" finally couldn't bear the huge pain. He kept screaming and getting closer and closer to the gap.

Suddenly, the light in the gap was blocked, and a figure appeared not far from Buccini. He tilted his head and smiled at Buccini who was almost halfway in the gap. Then, with his greeting, someone outside immediately began to move the accumulated goods aside.

Buccini would be pulled out soon, and seeing that he was still holding the wooden box tightly, a group of sailors could not help but show a greedy look in the eyes of them.

"This is not something you can touch." Even now, Buqini is still trying to protect his dream, but as the hilt of the knife hits his face, his hand can't help but loosen, and the wooden box is immediately snatched from his arms.

"You are making a big mistake!" Buccini shouted loudly, but was grabbed and trampled by the people next to him. His desperate struggle was in return for a more tragic beating.

"You Jews," the sailor led by the leader patted Bucini's face with the cold back of the knife. "Don't think I can't see that you are Jews. You are smart, but sometimes you are too stupid. Do you think that by finding an inconspicuous ship like us, you can swagger away the treasures you hide? We have long seen that you are Jews. Now let me see what you all hide."

The man said as he raised the box in front of his eyes and looked at it, then put it down carefully. He gently chopped the axe blade, which was still stained with blood in his hand into the gap of the box, and then lifted it up hard.

With a "gaba", several box lids that were locked tightly opened in response to the sound. A group of sailors immediately surrounded him and looked into the box greedily.

Then everyone's faces became gloomy.

They looked at Bucini, who was pressed tightly on the board at the same time, because their faces were distorted because they were too angry.

"What is this!" The leading sailor pulled Buccini from the ground and dragged it to the box, pulling his hair and pressing his face tightly against the mouth of the box. "Tell me what this is?!"

Buccini opened his eyelids that had been swollen into a ball. His bloodshot eyes were shaking barely, and he gradually saw the things in the box in a blur.

Several pieces of precious velvet and soft wool fabric are filled with linings to protect the items in the box. In the middle of the box, a small piece of stone is firmly in these fillings.

It was a very ordinary stone that could be picked up anywhere, and it could be seen everywhere on the deserted island before.

Buccini blinked his painful eyes hard, and he couldn't believe what he saw. Then he turned his head and looked at the "Clock Tower Ear" that was lying on the side and moaning non-stop, and then desperately searched for another among the dead people on the ground.

Then he saw the face of the old man who had already died but his eyes were still wide open.

The only three of them know the whereabouts of the triple crown. Even the people who hid the holy objects at the beginning did not know what they buried on the island.

So where did the triple crown go?

"Tell me where the treasure you have hidden is, don't lie to me, you hateful Jews!" The leader of the sailor grabbed Bucheni's collar and kept shaking it, and raised his axe and shook it in front of him.

"Haha, haha..." Buccini suddenly smiled.

"Dare you still laughing?!" The leader of the sailor raised his axe angrily. As the cold light flashed, and with a miserable howl from Buccini, one of his hands had been cut off!

But he still laughed hysterically while screaming. His laughter was so terrible that he burst into tears.

"This Jew is crazy, or it's a devil," said a sailor in panic. "This is not a good sign, he must know witchcraft."

"Shut up!" The leader pushed the sailor away. He grabbed Bucini's collar and pulled him in front of him. "I don't care what's wrong with you, tell me where your treasure is? Otherwise I will throw you into the sea, and the shark will definitely like what he is now."

“Ah~Ha~Haha~Haha~”

Buccini was still making strange sounds of screams or laughter. Because of his excessive bleeding, his face turned blue with a pathological pride, as if he was proud of playing with everyone.

"No one can know where it is, no one will ever know where it is!"

Buccini suddenly shouted loudly, and he struggled to break his hand and the blood from the wound was constantly splattering on the stone placed in the box.

"Twist the Jew into the sea," the leader in annoyed commanded his companions to "throw all of them into the sea,"

A group of murderers dragged the dead or breathless Jews to the deck and threw them into the dark sea one by one.

When he dragged Buccini over, he fainted due to excessive blood loss. The leader of the sailor took out the blood-stained stone from the box and held it in front of him and looked at it again. After confirming that it was indeed an ordinary stone, he cursed and threw it into the sea.

Then he dragged Bucheni's body over the boat gang, and with the help of letting go, the Jews fell into the surging sea.
To be continued...