Chapter 140 Treasure
The carton didn't look like it was packed by the courier company itself. Instead, it looked like Mr. Williams had packed it himself.

The memory of Mr. Williams sitting in a chair in front of the entrance behind the door and chatting with him flashed through his mind. In silence, Yorks first removed the sheet stuck on it and put it aside, then began to dismantle it.

At this moment, he didn't pay any attention to the passers-by on the street who cast their glances at him.

But just as Diane said, the packaging on the carton was indeed very tight, and York had to use a lot of effort to tear open the countless layers of tape on the outside.

When the tape is removed, the carton itself comes next.

York shook it, and there was a dull sound of something colliding from inside.

Just from the weight in his hand and the dull sound, Yorks had already eliminated cash as an option.

Because cash doesn't make this kind of dull sound, it feels like something harder.

"What on earth could it be?"

Yorks began to unseal the carton, then grabbed the top cover of the carton with both hands and picked it up.

The true face was revealed at this moment.

But unexpectedly, it was not the hard metal object he had expected, but a piece of kraft paper and a book similar to a notebook.

The moment he saw these things, a question mark slowly emerged in York's mind.

He couldn't understand what Mr. Williams was doing, but when he picked up the piece of brown paper and spread it out, he finally understood what it was.

That's a map.

A map without place names, but with several winding routes drawn on it, making the map look densely packed.

There is no name on it, only the line.

"Is this a map about a treasure?" York twitched the corner of his mouth.

By this time he had a rough idea of ​​what Mr. Williams had given him.

However, this map did not have any place names, so he did not know where exactly it was.

Yorks could only look at the last thing in the carton, a book that looked like a notebook.

Putting the cowhide map aside, Yorks picked up the notebook and opened the first page.

Starting from the first page alone, it is filled with various fonts.

York's eyes narrowed slightly, he glanced at the first page, and finally turned to the second page and continued reading.

This book is Mr. Williams' research notes, and it is full of his research on this piece of vellum.

There were many fonts in it that he couldn't understand, but fortunately, next to these fonts were written Mr. Williams' research on these fonts.

As he watched, Yorks felt that this was a bit ridiculous, and a sense of absurdity gradually emerged in his heart.

Because starting from the first few pages, just by looking at the information written next to Mr. Williams' incomprehensible fonts, a legend can be quickly sorted out.

Yes, legend.

Mr. Williams mentioned a country that was established earlier than the Mayan Empire that suddenly disappeared, called the Kingdom of Light.

According to him, the Kingdom of Light is a very powerful country that possesses a mysterious power and huge wealth.

But in the end, because they abused this mysterious power, the powerful country was destroyed overnight and the established city was destroyed.

So the surviving citizens of the Kingdom of Light hid this mysterious power at two ends of the world in order to prevent their descendants from using it. This included their huge wealth.
"Not only is there a huge fortune, but there is also a mysterious power?" A black line appeared on York's forehead, but for some reason York thought of himself. He pursed his lips and continued to flip through the pages.

It was not until the middle part that he knew what this so-called mysterious power was.

"The magic triangle that can control the long river of time?" The black lines on York's forehead became deeper. Although he did not deny that there might be secrets or supernatural elements in this world that he did not know about, the statement that it could control the long river of time was still a bit exaggerated.

The concept of controlling time is unimaginable.

York's mouth twitched, and he finally blurted out, "Nonsense!"

But as he looked at the unfinished research notebook, he still thought of Mr. Williams sitting in the chair and muttered to himself.

"Mr. Williams, although I think it's a bit exaggerated, I am still very interested in this so-called huge wealth. Thank you for your gift."

Yorks didn't finish reading. He closed the notebook, picked up the brown paper that looked like a treasure map and stuffed it into the notebook. He turned the key, pushed the lever, stepped on the accelerator and slowly left.

He planned to study it further in the quiet room tonight.

Although he didn't go looking for treasure or suddenly want to find huge wealth, this kind of thing did make him curious, as if he had seen a new story.

Sheffield Manor.

The huge dining table was filled with members of the Sheffield family.

Led by York, they prayed before the meal.

"Thank you, merciful Lord, for giving us abundant food and all your blessings. Amen."

After he finished speaking, York also made the sign of the cross on his chest with his family members in this life.

This is what it means to adapt to local customs.

After doing this for almost twenty years, I've gotten used to it.

After praying before meals, we started choosing the food we wanted to eat. After all, everyone had their own favorite dinner.

This is the norm in the Sheffield family.

After making the gesture, York glanced at the dining table.

On the table at this moment were his previous guesses about dinner: steak, vegetable salad with some sauce on top, baked potatoes baked in duck fat, and pasta with a tomato.

In addition to these, other miscellaneous items were placed in the middle, including the handmade croissants he bought from Gusta's shop and the roujiamo made by little Gusta.

The roujiamo on the plate attracted everyone's attention.

"What is this? York?" The head of the family, Michael, looked at York and asked.

"This is the Roujiamo that Little Gusta researched and made. It tastes pretty good."

Noticing everyone's gaze, York picked up one of them and placed it in front of him.

"It looks a bit like the Turkish meat bun I've seen?" Uncle Graham, who had just rushed back from work in another state, said in surprise.

"Well, although I haven't eaten it, it should be similar to that thing." Yorks nodded, reached out again to pick up a plate with roujiamo on it, and handed it to Lillian next to him.

Lillian hummed, her expression filled with satisfaction, picked up her knife and fork and began to try.

Yorks' eyes twitched a few times, this age of brats was really difficult to deal with, when he came back he was directly criticized by his mother Valerie, and he even had to pay the price of helping her buy the Super Bowl VIP tickets and then accompany her to watch it.

(End of this chapter)