The speed of retrieving the first box of gold was very fast.
In about ten minutes, under the eager gazes of the mercenaries, a very obviously last-century iron box was pulled up.
"This is it!"
Everyone exclaimed excitedly, and the black captain couldn't help but step forward.
"It's locked, Captain!"
"Get a hammer and smash it open."
The people around talked over each other, trying to open the box.
The black captain pushed everyone aside and had them step back.
He took out a pistol, aimed at the old iron lock, and fired a shot.
Click, a sound of metal collision.
The iron lock on the box was shot open.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the black captain kicked the lock off with one foot and removed the latch.
He took a deep breath and suddenly lifted it!
There wasn't the expected glitter of gold, but under the lights, the thing, covered with silt and water stains, gleamed with a soft golden light.
"Is this gold?"
Someone said eagerly, even wanting to reach for it.
