Mark Wheeler and his companions were detained separately.

Each person was given a single room with no bed but chains to sleep on and no chairs but a tiger chair to enjoy. In addition, there are special people who provide special services for them.

Mark Wheelers were also generous.

Without the cooperation of the banks, they would not have been able to convert their wealth into bank checks, and they did not know how the bankers were so greedy that they were able to cross the battlefield and provide banking services to these people, treating them as their best customers.

By the way, Sean arrested all these bank representatives who claimed to be carrying out legitimate business, and seized as much as 8 million stolen money.

These banks were among the most influential banks in the Empire, and their shareholders were all guests of the Imperial Cabinet. But they make a fortune that is not only the money of the empire, but also the money of the rebels, and the unlimited pursuit of profit can make them dare to break through any bottom limit, because they consider themselves the creditors of the empire.

As for what the future holds for these bank representatives, Sean doesn't care. It is conceivable that the bankers will pay a price for this and continue to exist.

The 2 million was nothing more than Mark Wheeler and his ilk could carry with them, not to mention real estate, they also hid a lot of wealth in all corners of the city, and after a whip of the whip, all this wealth was spit out, and Sean filled a full 20 wagons with precious metals and jewelry, all of which were transported to the temporary residence of the crown prince.

And Mark Wheeler is just one of the more famous brokers, and there are many more gangs like this.

The crown prince was very satisfied with Sean's performance, and the huge wealth of 20 million gold louis made him sideways, but more heartache.

In good times, a wealthy agricultural province can only receive half of the taxes.

The empire was financially poor, but the people were rich, but the main people who paid taxes were the commoners and the poor.

As for whether Sean has enriched himself from it, the crown prince does not care, although many people have sued Sean in front of him in the past few days.

"Is there any news on the whereabouts of the professor?" the crown prince asked.

This is actually the reason why Sean is willing to accept such an errand that is very oily but very offensive.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I arrested many people, including many high-ranking rebels, and still did not get any useful clues, and the professor suddenly disappeared on the day the city was broken. Sean said.

"This is a cunning guy. The crown prince nodded, unwilling.

"Yes. I suspect that this person was not who he was, you know, some people are good at it. I noticed a detail in which one of the captives, in order to survive, admitted that he was one of the high-ranking members of the True God Party in San Nouv, and that he had written to invite the professor to join the rebels, but he quickly lost ground in the infighting. He said that the professor was dark-haired, while others who had seen the professor said in unison that the professor had chestnut hair. ”

"You mean, he changed his appearance, even his appearance?" asked the crown prince, "which is quite likely." ”

"This is just my speculation, and I believe the professor is still hiding somewhere in the city, walking around the city in some kind of public image. With the size of the city and the cunning of the professor, it is difficult to find him. Sean said, "Daguerre is the capital of Guineapoli and one of the largest cities in the Longjiang Valley, in addition to the local residents, there were originally many outsiders in the city, and the number of these outsiders was as high as 30,000, because the rebels were not allowed to be trapped in the city, just screening this group of people is not an easy task." ”

"Viscount, Daguerre needs to restore order as soon as possible, and Guineapoli needs peace as well. The crown prince accentuated his tone, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Sean was a little disappointed, but he had expected it.

The angle of the station is different, the peace and order of Guineapoli or Saint-Noowe, or even the entire Longjiang Valley, Sean does not feel it. Perhaps the bankers exerted great pressure, and the local privileged were afraid that Sean would pull the carrots and bring up the dirt.

"Understood!" Sean nodded. I only heard the crown prince say again:

"You give me a list tomorrow, the executions that deserve to be executed, the hard labor that deserves hard labor, the prisons of the empire do not support idlers. ”

"Yes!"

Now that the crown prince has set the tone and decided to cut through the mess quickly, Sean agreed simply, and even had the idea of retreating. He was anxious to return to Genoa, where perhaps it was his own hot land.

But the feast has just begun.

The city was flooded with all sorts of people, including nobles who had returned to the city after hearing the news, officials of the former governor's palace and municipal governments, leaders of local militias, and representatives of various consortia and bankers.

The war destroyed the old system of power and overthrew the old system of wealth, and many nobles, merchants and landlords were either killed in the war or were charged with rebellion for compromising with the rebels.

Ownerless manors, barren land, empty shops, waiting for a new owner.

It's a feast.

Once again, the city is back to normal.

Auctions were held every day in the city, and the proceeds from the auctions became a source of funds to restore order and the economy.

Those who participate in the auction can often get a good asset at a lower price, and they are like vultures who are taking advantage of this moment to eat. Overdue waiting.

In this regard, the crown prince can only be satisfied with receiving the auction money and related deed taxes. As long as order is restored in the city and in the province of Guinea, his counterinsurgency will be completed.

Sean didn't participate in this feast, he was already quite hated, but those people couldn't do anything about him, and even had to slap him.

For example, the Daguerre Church of God came with a letter of introduction from Shakli and asked Sean to return to them the real estate that originally belonged to the church.

Sean's intellect also made these privileged people forget about their unhappiness very quickly.

Sean is not without gains, the operation of arresting the rebels and rebels, the goose plucking also got a sum of up to 500,000 gold louis, anyway, everyone is doing this, but he has the opportunity.

As General Schmidt said, Sean's troops grew richer the more they fought. The crown prince left the best opportunity for Sean, probably because Sean was very measured.

Receiving a large sum of money, except for a portion to pay for fallen soldiers and replenish the military insurance fund, Sean gave most of the funds to Posey Robinson to operate secretly.

For the latter, only a few people around Sean know that this is Sean's rare act of "filling his pocket".

He regretted that he hadn't caught the professor. For some purpose, Sean did not tell the crown prince the details, and the professor was the clown.

If the professor is captured, not only will he be able to clear his name, but he will also learn more about the secrets of the bloodthirsty - it is clear that the professor is at odds with his wise teacher.

In short, the empire is already weak, but the resistance is still relatively strong, and this year-long war also illustrates this, which makes the empire not look like a terminally ill person at all on the surface.

......

Old Nick walked down the street with his left hand behind his back and his right hand on his hand.

Wearing a wide-brimmed hat, graying sideburns and wrinkled faces, he walked into a bakery.

It was one of the first bakeries in the city to reopen, but because of the shortage of supplies after the war, the prices for the noodles were unusually high, and the bread was mixed with wheat bran that was difficult to swallow. For such a loaf of bread, a palm-sized piece costs at least 10 shillings, compared to 5 before the war.

Old Nick shuddered and pulled out his wallet, slowly counted 20 shillings, and bought two loaves of bread under the impatient eyes of the clerk.

He was a tailor who lived in the neighborhood and was known for his innovative designs and craftsmanship, and he used to visit the estates and mansions of the noble to tailor them and their wives, ladies or mistresses.

Now that he is old, he has long stopped making clothes for others, lives alone and rarely communicates with others because of a throat disease. People have gradually forgotten that there is such a famous tailor.

This bakery is what he often visits, but the owner and the guy of the bakery have changed all over again, and no one knows him.

Old Nick walked out of the bakery with a grimace, probably because he was a little tired, and he sat on the stone pier by the street, and shivered and pulled out his pipe.

The warmth of the morning sun makes people realize that spring is coming.

An army with a cheerful atmosphere was ready to go.

Sean ordered the quartermasters to gather a large number of livestock and flatbed carts for the Genoese Civil Defence to march into mules and horses, and they prepared to return home.

Lieutenant Frank saw Sean off on behalf of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, a noble officer who had once been a bit of a top-notch officer, now a little sad, and nearly a year of getting along with each other made him extremely admirable for Sean personally.

"I wish we could work together in the future!" Frank said sincerely.

"No, you and I work together, and that means another new war. Peace is what we should cherish. Goodbye, Franco, and I welcome you to my rose garden at your convenience!" said Sean.

"Viscount, you are also welcome to the Frankish family!" Frank solemnly saluted. Sean rode on horseback and returned the salute:

"See you then!"

"All...... Let's go!"

The officers at the front were given orders, and the troops began to move forward. They walked out of the station, across the streets, and past old Nick's eyes.

"In that distant place, there is a pearl, and her name is Genoa......"

"On that golden seashore there was a beautiful woman, her name was Poitou......"

The soldiers sang the folk songs of their hometown, and with the expectation of their hometown, they embarked on the return journey.

Old Nick smoked his pipe, and the smoke was filled, and a breeze blew, and he burst into tears.

The back of the Genoese disappeared.

He smacked his pipe, let out a soft sigh, and then got up slightly, carrying bread and holding his hands, and soon his lonely figure disappeared into the crowd.