In an inconspicuous house, three men gathered around a large table, silently looking at a boxy and very tight wooden box on the table.

The gray-haired old man, the middle-aged man with ears as upright as the spire of a bell tower, and the young businessman Josephine Buccini, who always smiled at everyone, were once again together.

The past two years have been very busy for Josephine Buccini.

The benefits of investing in the Duke of Thessia in Rome were obvious, and the Jews made a lot of money during this time.

But what made them even happier was that the Duke seemed to have some kind of affection for them for no apparent reason.

Not only did he give a lot of preferential treatment to the Jews in the trade unions, but more importantly, he also guaranteed the rights of the Jews.

This is more important to the Jews than anything else.

Josephine Buccini was appreciated by the elders for his bold decision, who recognized him as a shrewd young man who knew the best way to invest, and that, based on his contributions over the past two years, the elders were already considering making him a direct part of the Presbyterian Church, with the task of getting along with the Duke of Rome Thesia.

"Are you really going to give the triple crown to the duke?" The gray-haired old man whispered, "This is what we are trying to do." ”

Buccini looked at the old man and didn't speak, his gaze fell on the box again.

"Perhaps, we can find a way to keep it, just like it did back then."

The 'bell tower ear' muttered quietly, and when he saw that Buccini was still silent, he said in a lower tone, "Then no one will know where we hide it,"

"Don't let the elders know?"

Buccini finally spoke, and when he saw that his two companions were speechless, he shook his head a little helplessly.

"We can't do that, it's going to make us all unlucky."

The two companions sighed a little helplessly, and then the old man asked a little unwillingly, "Do you really think that the duke will keep his agreement with us?" ”

"At least he's doing well now." Buccini didn't say much, and the long time he spent with the elders had taught him something that no one else knew.

The Duke of Rome Thessia seems to have treated Jews well more than just business, and some elders have vaguely revealed that he seems intent on allowing Jews more rights.

Buccini was keenly aware of the difference, and if dealing fairly with the Jews meant that the Duke was a reputable business partner, then being willing to support the Jews in improving their status had a completely different purpose and meaning.

What exactly did the duke want to do, didn't he know that it might cause an uproar?

Or does he have some ulterior motives?

In any case, Buccini felt that this was a truly rare opportunity, or perhaps the only chance Jews could have to change their status.

So he doesn't intend to ruin this rare opportunity easily.

"Send things away." Buccini told his companions that the Jews had sent the artifact to safety in various secret ways, and that the hidden place had been in the hands of different elders.

Now that the three of them had found the relic together as the Presbyterian had ordered, the next thing they had to do was to transport the triple crown to the place where they had agreed with the people they had joined.

This is an archipelago in the depths of the Mediterranean, dotted with islands of all sizes, and without a map or someone familiar to guide you, no one would know that the Triple Crown is hidden on one of these humble desert islands.

The three men were accompanied by an equally inconspicuous medium-sized galleys, the kind of which rarely attracts attention in the Mediterranean.

Buccini was a little more thoughtful when he acted, he knew that the trade alliance had a huge power in the Mediterranean, especially those merchant ships at sea, many of which were inextricably linked to the trade alliance.

He didn't want his actions to be discovered by the Trade Federation too soon, and only after the triple crown was handed over to the Duke of Rome Tricia could Buccini be reassured.

A few sailors, darkened by the sea breeze, gathered on the deck and chatted, they didn't know why these people had come to such a desert island, but it was none of their business, as long as these people paid enough money for the boat.

When it was almost dark, they saw the men coming out of the valley on the island, one of them carrying a wooden box that did not seem to be very heavy.

Several Jews got on board one after another, and looking back at the nameless desert island, Buccini suddenly said, "Maybe one day we can give this island a name." ”

"Then you have to be a duke, or at least an earl," the bell tower shrugged, "but what good is that to us, our forefathers have taught us that money can be used to measure everything in the world, and even to make you taste the pleasures of creation." ”

Buccini shook his head disappreciatively, he didn't agree with his companion's statement, perhaps because he had seen more things, and he suddenly felt that money didn't seem to be so important.

"There are some things that are more precious than gold, and trust me, when you see those things, you think that just making money is sometimes too boring."

Buccini said this, then smiled at the other two companions.

"Oh, is that so," the bell tower retorted disapprovingly, always feeling that Buccini was different from the others, or that his heart was too big, which was not a good thing for a Jew.

The ship slowly left the nameless island, and as the sky darkened, the wind on the sea became fierce.

Buccini leaned against the damp deck, the box clinging to his side.

The whistling of the sea breeze outside the cabin came and went into the cabin, and although the night was getting deeper, the Jews did not feel the slightest sleep.

Suddenly, a Jew pricked up his ears, put a finger to his lips and signaled to silence his companion, and he quickly pulled a musket out of his robe.

Buccini and the others immediately stood up, and they hurried behind the pile with their companions, staring nervously at the wind-blown hatch.

Suddenly, the already unstable cabin door was slammed open from the outside, and the cold wind instantly poured in with a figure rushing in!

"Bang~"

Almost at the same time as the figure blocked the door, the musket in the hand of a Jew who had been prepared for a long time suddenly rang out, accompanied by a muffled thunderous sound in the small space, and the figure who rushed in immediately fell to the door with a scream.

But the men behind did not give the Jews a chance to shoot any further, and some of them dragged thick planks in front of them, and those behind rushed into the cabin with their weapons and died.

For a time, the cramped cabin was filled with fighting and screams.

Buccini held the wooden box in a panic and cowered in the gap between the stacks, and he heard a steady stream of gunshots and fighting, some falling, others shouting through the gap in front of him.

Buccini tightened his grip on the crate, holding his breath and pressing his body to the deepest part of the gap, his eyes staring at the gap in horror.

Gradually, the sound of the fight became quieter and quieter, and finally there was only the sound of footsteps walking around and the occasional moans of pain.

Suddenly, a terrible cry came from very close, and then Buccini heard a malicious voice asking: "Where did you hide that box?" ”

"I don't know~Ah!"

Before the words of the 'bell tower ear' could be heard, they were replaced by a creepy scream, and Buccini heard the voice and continued to ask: "Now it's just a finger, if you don't know anymore I'll cut off all your fingers." ”

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

The words of 'Zhong Lou Er' were not finished, and a series of crazy screams followed.

In the midst of that scream, Buccini seemed to hear the thud of the axe chopping something, and then the blade of the axe slashing against the wood, accompanied by the terrible sound of the 'bell tower ear', which had changed its tone.

"There! Right there! The box is in his hand! "The 'bell tower ear' finally couldn't bear the great pain, and he kept screaming and getting closer and closer to the gap.

Suddenly, the light of the gap was blocked, and a figure appeared not far from Buccini, he tilted his head and smiled at Buccini, who was almost half-sideways and hiding in the gap, and then as he greeted, someone outside immediately began to move the piled goods aside.

Buccini was quickly dragged out, and the sight of him still clinging to the wooden box made the eyes of a group of sailors look greedy.

"It's not something you can touch." Even now, Buccini tried to protect his dream, but as the hilt of the knife slammed into his face, his hand let go, and the wooden box was immediately snatched from his arms.

"You're making a big mistake!" Buccini shouted loudly, but was grabbed and trampled by the men next to him, and he struggled desperately in exchange for an even more brutal beating.

"You Jews," the sailor at the head patted Buccini in the face with the back of his cold knife, "don't think I can't see that you are Jews, you are very shrewd, but sometimes you are too stupid, do you think that you can swagger and carry away your hidden treasures by finding an inconspicuous ship like ours, we have long seen that you are Jews, now let me see what you are hiding." ”

The man held the box up in front of him as he spoke, looked at it, and then carefully put it down, and he slashed the blade of the axe, which was still stained with blood, into the crack of the box, and then cocked it hard.

With a "gaba", the lid of the box, which was locked very tightly, was opened, and a group of sailors immediately gathered around and looked greedily into the box.

Then everyone's faces became gloomy.

They looked at Buccini, who was pressed tightly against the board, and their faces were distorted by their anger.

"What is this!" The sailor who took the lead pulled Buccini from the ground and dragged him to the box, pulling him by the hair and pressing his face tightly against the mouth of the box, "Tell me what this is?!" ”

Buccini struggled to open his swollen eyelids, his bloodshot eyeballs barely shaking, and he gradually saw the contents of the box in a blur.

A few pieces of precious velvet and soft wool fabric filled the inner lining that protected the contents of the chest, and in the middle of the chest, a small stone sat firmly in the filling.

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

Blinki blinked his aching eyes so hard that he couldn't seem to believe what he was seeing, and then he turned his head with all his strength to look at the 'bell tower' that was lying beside him and groaned, and then desperately searched for another among the dead on the ground.

Then he saw the face of the old man, who had lost his breath but his eyes were still wide open.

There are only three of them who know the whereabouts of the triple crown, and even the people who hid the relics in the first place don't really know what they buried on the island.

So where did the triple crown go?

"Tell me where your treasure is, and don't try to deceive me, you abominable Jews!" The sailor's leader grabbed Buccini's collar and shook it, and then raised his axe to shake it in front of his eyes.

"Hehe, hehe......" Buccini suddenly laughed.

"How dare you laugh?!" The sailor's leader raised his axe in anger, and with a flash of cold light, accompanied by a miserable howl from Buccini, one of his hands had been cut off!

But he still laughed hysterically as he howled, and his laughter was so terrible that tears came out of his eyes.

"This Jew is mad, or he is a demon," said one of the sailors, with some alarm, "and this is not a good sign, for he must be sorcery." ”

"Shut up!" The leader pushed the sailor away, grabbed Buccini by the collar and pulled him in front of him, "I don't care what happens to you, tell me where is the treasure of your line?" Otherwise, I'll throw you into the sea, and the sharks will love the way they are. ”

"Ah~ha~ah~haha~"

Buccini was still screaming or laughing, and his face, blue from bleeding profusely, was filled with a morbid smugness, as if he had played everyone up.

"No one can know where, and no one will ever know where!"

Buccini suddenly cried out, his severed hand struggling, and the blood from the wound kept splashing on the stone that had been in the box.

"Throw this Jew into the sea," the leader angrily ordered his companions, "Throw them all into the sea."

A group of murderers dragged the dead or breathing Jews to the deck, and threw them one by one into the pitch black sea.

When he dragged Buccini over, he had already fainted from the loss of blood, and the sailor leader took the blood-stained stone from the chest, held it up to his eyes, looked at it, and after making sure that it was indeed an ordinary stone, he cursed in a low voice and threw it into the sea.

Then he dragged Buccini over the gang, and as he let go, the Jews fell into the raging waters.

"It's a loss-making deal." Several sailors complained that they had thought they had discovered some secret about the Jews, and that they had made the spur of the moment to get a vote, but that they had not received anything but some gold coins that had been scrapped.

"I said we had to hide from the limelight, and I wonder if anyone knew that the Jews had hired our ship," the leader divided the gold coins among his companions, and told the others, "and when we get ashore, we will go our separate ways, remember, we don't know each other." ”

"Is this necessary, it's just Jews." The over-cautiousness of a sailor chief expressed skepticism.

"Listen to me, we don't know what the hell these people are up to, so if you don't want to get into trouble, be careful." The leader glanced in the direction of the desert island behind him, which he could no longer see, and he remembered that these people had been on the island for a long time, which made him secretly decide to come back alone once the news passed, and see what the secrets of the island were.

The wind was fiercer at night, and the ship was constantly bouncing up and down, but this was nothing to these sailors, who had become accustomed to the sea.

A big wave hit, and the people on the boat stumbled, some kept cursing, and some clung to the things and cables around them to prevent them from being swept away by the sea.

The bow of the ship was raised high, and then it slammed into the sea, each time it seemed to be swallowed up by the split water, and the sailor leader calmly commanded his companions to control the ship.

Their destination was Naples, and as soon as they got there, they would go their separate ways, probably for a long time, or maybe never see each other again.

Although they did not rob the treasures that they thought the Jews were secretly hiding, the money that the Jews had with them was quite large, which allowed each of them to go free for a long time.

"As soon as you get to Naples, there will be good wine and women." A sailor excitedly wiped a ring from his finger that he had ripped from a Jew.

The others fantasized about the good days ahead, but the sailors' leader never forgot the desert island.

He had already made up his mind to collect his share of the money, and after a while he would buy a small boat and find a way to return to that desert island.

Another big wave hit, and the people on the boat were swept away by the waves.

At this moment, with a sudden huge vibration from under the plank of the boat under his feet, the whole ship suddenly slammed as if it had been punched by an invisible giant!

Everyone was thrown to the ground by the huge shock, and two sailors even fell directly into the sea!

"Oh no, it's on the rocks!"

Someone cried out in terror, but then a terrible sound from the bottom of the ship drowned out the shout.

The sailors got up and ran around in panic, the hull of the ship began to tilt, and the sailors frantically fought for the raft tied to the side of the ship.

The leader slashed over his companion who was in front of him, and he turned over and jumped into the raft while the others were afraid to approach for fear.

But before he could stand still, a dagger suddenly stabbed him in the back from behind.

The leader paused and plunged headlong into the sea, and before the icy waters drowned him, he seemed to see a mysterious island of countless treasures slowly appear in front of him, and then he fell into endless darkness.

Joseph Buccini and two of his companions, on the orders of the Presbyterian Church of the Jews, traveled to a deserted island deep in the Mediterranean to retrieve something of vital importance to the Jews.

This is what the Jewish elders knew.

But they mysteriously disappeared, and with them was a whole boatload of people.

Since then, no one knows what happened to the real triple crown.

This supreme holy relic of Christendom disappeared into the depths of the Mediterranean, and the news was so small that it became a mystery.