It was a long box made of old silver that was only twenty-five centimeters long and only five centimeters wide.

"Um?!"

Powell, who was blushing with a red face, didn't care when he saw the silver box at first. When the camera pushed closer to enlarge the silver box, Powell's smile suddenly condensed. He couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

In the close-up shot, the silver box in sterling silver has unique patterns and patterns on it pierced Powell's eyes like sharp arrows. Powell is not doing well right now.

The boss was bulging his eyes and stared at the big screen, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

When Jin Feng retreated aside, the high-definition camera enlarged the full view of the front of the silver box. Powell shivered and loosened his teeth. A big cigar of two hundred Daolang fell quietly to the ground.

On the front of the silver box, there is a special heraldic pattern.

In the secret room, the direct descendants of the Norman family were still laughing wildly, and outside the secret room, in various places around the world, those special groups had already stood up when they saw this herald.

The silver box was waxed in many parts, which made the silver box look very glossy and still retain its original nature.

But in the middle part, the silver box is a dark and dark area.

The alternation of old and new, the reflection of black and white, and the intentional enlargement of the high-definition camera, the entire silver box is frozen in the picture. It is so dazzling.

In the secret room, the direct descendants of the Norman family finally saw the heraldic pattern on the silver box at this moment, and they all opened their eyes and mouths, showing an impossible expression.

"Baji!"

"Clang!"

The coffee cups in their hands fell down and fell from the seats one by one to the ground, terrifying and terrifying.

Several elders of the Saint Luo family also reacted at this moment and stared at the big screen.

Although they did not have the chance to see the honor of the Saint Ro family, they were also extremely shocked judging by their actions of moving forward several steps forward.

That box. It's so familiar to the Saint Roh family.

"That's..."

"That's..."

As direct members of the Norman family, how did they see that the heraldry pattern on this box is the badge mark of their family?

Family badge. It is a hurdle that no Western white skin family can avoid.

The Norman family's badge marks are not as famous as those of the Illuminati Masonic and other royal families. But everyone who knows them is the top big boss and giant in the world.

When this silver box was presented to the world, the Norman family was really scared.

Powell, the god of the First Empire, turned into a statue at this moment. The other direct descendants were stunned and frightened. Everyone in the secret room was in boundless chaos.

No one believes in the scene in front of him, and no one dares to believe in the scene in front of him.

Just a few seconds ago, Norman, who was still arrogant and yelling with the supreme leader of the Rhodes, jumped up in this second and stared at the silver box on the big screen, looking completely demented.

Outside the Secret Room, Song Wenfeng and Tony, two appraisers, immediately gave a judgment, quickly passed into the secret room. Inside the Secret Room, the imperial appraisers of the Norman family also gave their judgments in the shortest time.

"Master Norman. This is a silver box from two hundred years ago. According to the family records, this silver box was the box used by Mr. Jefferson to hold the treasure map."

"The box disappeared in 1943. The last person who came into contact with the box was Mr. Odler, your uncle."

"Five years later, Mr. Odler participated in the sacred ritual of the Library of Origin. He never came out again."

Norman seemed to have never heard of these words. He stared at the silver box without blinking, his head in chaos.

He didn't understand why the silver box presented by Jefferson's great-great-grandfather appeared here?

He would not believe that Jefferson's great-great-grandfather's silver box would fall into Jin Feng's hands.

This silver box also confirms the authenticity of the manuscript of the handwritten parchment declaration of independence.

But Norman didn't believe such a fact at all.

Suddenly, Norman grabbed the family's appraiser fiercely and shouted: "What does Odele have to do with Jin Feng? He died in the Library of Origin as early as 1948."

"Is the Golden Monkey a time traveler? How could he have an intersection with Odler?"

"Where did you get this box of golden monkeys?"

"This doesn't make sense!!!"

At this time, Robben from the Saint Roh family said quietly: "Jin Feng, he has also been to the Library of Origin."

"He should have found the remains of Odler."

"He is the treasure hunter."

Robben's words were like a thunder thunder struck Norman's head, causing the hairs on his body to stand up.

Norman turned his head and looked at Robben with difficulty, and kept repeating Robben's words in his mind, constantly recalling the past when Jin Feng entered the Origin Library.

Yes!

Powell said softly next to him: "The monkey... has been in it for three months..."

"He knows everything he deserves."

"He should have discovered it, too..."

Powell's uncle's words were like a thunderbolt hit Norman's head. This large alloy iron head finally came to his mind at this time.

Suddenly, Norman remembered the conversation he had with Jin Feng during the Caribbean Sea.

Yes!

This makes sense.

The golden monkey entered the Origin. After staying in it for three months, all the secrets in the Origin Library were read.

Not only that, he discovered something else.

The remains of Uncle Odler are one of them.

All the secrets hidden in the remains of Uncle Odler were obtained by the monkey, and the missing silver box was also found.

The silver box... was packed...

"Um!"

Norman, who was not afraid of the superpeptide alloy big iron head, blinked helplessly. Suddenly, his body shook and asked, "Is that the declaration of independence...is it true?"

The direct appraiser of the Norman family is not sure about other items, but for this declaration of independence...

That is because I have seen it since I was a child. I can write down all the details of the Declaration of Independence with my eyes closed, and I can recite the Declaration of Independence with my eyes closed.

The appraiser, who is so familiar with every point and every fortune in the Declaration of Independence that he cannot be more familiar with, holds his breath and focuses his head.

In an instant, Norman's big iron head felt like the sky had collapsed! His body no longer belonged to him. His whole soul disappeared.

"All handwritings are written by Mr. Jefferson, and there are more than a dozen words that are misspelled. Both the corrections and the strokes of the words are exactly the same as those written by Mr. Jefferson."

"This is the signature of President John Adams, this is the signature of Robert Leevinston and Roger Sherman, without any trace of alteration."

The Norman family's imperial appraiser took screenshots of the Declaration of Independence, used the most advanced black technology to scan and enter the computer, and enlarged the handwriting on the parchment scroll next to each other, introducing the report like a familiar one.

"The bottom, here... Benjamin Franklin's signature spelling was a low-level error. He had traces of alteration here, exactly the same as his signature when he designated the draft constitution of the motherland!"

"Enough. Stop talking!"

"That monkey is also a natural craftsman. Can't he forge a declaration of independence?"

Norman shouted fiercely, panting like a cow, his eyes were covered with blood, and the blue veins on his forehead were exposed and protruding, and he was obviously extremely angry.

The appraiser was stunned for a moment, and plucked up the greatest courage to whisper in Norman's ear.

Silently operating the computer to enlarge the parchment scroll of the Declaration of Independence to twenty times, and drew a circle somewhere.

Norman walked forward and looked carefully.

Twenty times lower, the mark on the sheepskin roll was marked with a sloppy pattern.

When he saw this pattern, Norman was hit by a high-voltage electric shock of 100,000 volts, and his soul trembled.

He took two steps backwards, unable to stop, and sat down with a slap, knocking down several chairs.
Chapter completed!