An old wooden crate was obtained after a few minutes of digging down the ground found underneath the wooden planks of the church building.
"What were you guys, Mafias?" Nancy laughed as the two pulled the old crate out of the hole. The crate was lined with golden paint and seemed like a valuable piece of wood.
"We were…" Hertwig looked at Samuel and smirked.
[6 years ago]
"What are you doing?" Samuel asked Hertwig, full of concern as he saw him lifting a wooden crate and placing it on the burnt, weak table in the corner.
"I stole this from my Grandma's stuff," Hertwig said. "Borrowed, to be exact." He added as he nervously and hoarsely chuckled. "We will return this after some years, don't worry."
"Some years?" Samuel asked while sighing. "I believe we will forget about its existence soon anyway."
"Not when my Grandma will make a big fuss about her generations' passed antique gold crate." Hertwig laughed hysterically.
