In the spring, the road from West Poitu to the town of Vichy is full of pedestrians.

The road, which was built with a large number of victims during the disaster relief period, is playing an increasingly important role, and the straight, wide, and solid road is lined with pine and cypress trees.

To the north, the barren slopes of Mount Rocky are even greener, planted with tea trees, and many women in blue robes are busy. In a few days, the first batch of new teas of the year will be picked.

Carl was tired of playing and fell asleep in Audrey's arms. Sean rode a horse parallel to her carriage.

He ...... Didn't come back?" Audrey asked suddenly.

"Who?" Sean didn't react for a moment.

"Posey!"

Sean glanced at her, "You know everything?"

"Listening to your tone, I guessed right. Audrey suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "If I don't ask you that, how long will you hide it from me?"

Sean was a little stupid, this woman was smart enough to cheat.

"I received an unsigned letter the other day, but I guessed it had to be Posey. Audrey said.

"Ma'am, it's not that I want to hide it from you, nor do I want to deceive you. Because I can't prove Percy's innocence, why bother with your peace?" Sean explained.

"In fact, I have a hard time believing that Percy is so insidious and vicious, but I will never allow anything to happen that is unfavorable to Carl. It's horrible, and I can't forgive him for the thought of the viciousness that happened to Carl, and even the fact that his father's death might have been a conspiracy. Audrey's expression was downcast, "I don't hesitate to swear a poisonous oath with the most vicious curse." If Percy really thinks he's innocent, why don't he dare come to me?"

"Posey suffered a lot......"

"But my heart is tormented all the time, and it is only when I see Carl's happy figure that I forget it all for a while. ”

Audrey buried her face in her hands, and fearing that tears would drip into Carl, who was in her arms, quickly wiped her eyes with a handkerchief.

Pear blossoms bring rain.

"Madame, I can't tell you about Posey's whereabouts. But what I can tell you is that Posey already has a clue to the enemy. "I beg you to keep this a secret, and Percy swears to me that he will only have five years to solve this mystery, or I will personally bring him before you to atone for his sins." ”

"Sean, what makes you trust him so much? I hope you don't regret trusting someone in the future. Audrey turned her head, her eyes a little red and swollen.

"Madame, when a man is still strong and alive after the merciless destruction of honor, body, and even life, for only one belief, most likely that belief has become the only reason for his life. "He has no less affection and respect for his cousin than Mrs. You, nor does he care for and love his nephew less than Mrs. You, and he has more glory and responsibility for the family than any man with the surname Robinson." Madame, you have the impression that Percy Robinson is dead, what else can make a man who was once proud of his family endure the pain of betrayal and infamy?"

Audrey nodded: "Maybe you're right. You just said, Percy...... Hmm, he found the clue?"

Audrey's beautiful eyes looked at Sean, who sat on horseback, bent down, leaned against the window, and whispered a name in her ear.

Sean's intimacy made her uncomfortable, but when Sean said the name, Audrey's expression changed drastically, and her lips almost kissed Sean on the face that she was about to retract.

"How is this possible?" exclaimed Audrey.

"When you get back to Ronburg, think about it, maybe there's a clue. Sean said.

As he spoke, he arrived at the town of Vichy.

Sean sent Audrey, who was still in doubt, to Fort Ron, before returning to the rose garden.

Lying on a chaise longue under a banyan tree, the servant brought tea and newspapers.

Not surprisingly, there were two factions in the newspapers, one praising the crown prince as a reliable future for the empire and quickly restoring peace and order to the granary of the empire, while the other said that the counterinsurgency operation should have ended earlier, because the agricultural period had been delayed and the Longjiang valley could not be restored until at least next year.

Sean is interested in the arrangements for the various militia groups formed in various regions for counterinsurgency and self-defense. In any case, these local militia groups have played a great role in counterinsurgency, and it is only right that they should be properly resettled.

Most of the militias will be disbanded, both as a form of defense against local forces and as a reason why the state will not be able to support too many troops.

However, there are also those who advocate the direct transformation of the most combat-ready and formalized militia into a local garrison, and even name the Genoese Civil Guard, believing that the dissolution of such a militia praised by the crown prince and General Schmidt is really a huge waste.

In fact, a large part of the rebellion in the Longjiang valley was the lack of local garrisons, and the empire put too many military resources on the northern frontier, which gave the rebels an opportunity to take advantage of.

Regarding the future of the Genoa Civil Guard, Sean had discussed it with Governor Byrne when he returned to Poitou with his army.

Byrne wanted this army to exist, first, because he didn't want to see forces like werewolves wreaking havoc under his rule, and second, because the presence of this army gave him an excuse to levy a 1/20 tax, even though the next one would have to wait until the end of 1833.

Although some of the privileged and wealthy people in Genoa often heal their wounds and forget their scars, making him pay a little more money like a dead mother, in the past year, some people have suddenly found that they have made a lot of money because of the presence of the Civil Defence Forces.

Genoese merchants were active north of the Ote Mountains, and if it was the arms suppliers in Gyeonggi Province who had made a fortune in the past year, the Genoese had also made a fortune following the route of their own soldiers.

Sean, for his part, has developed a certain desire for exclusivity over this army that he is not aware of himself.

However, if the Genoese Civil Defence Force is transformed into a local garrison, it must also be subject to the jurisdiction of the Military Command Department, although it is subject to local constraints and mainly assumes the responsibility of local appeasement. Therefore, whether it is the Military Command Department or the Emperor, it is impossible for Sean to continue to hold the position of Supreme Commander.

Sean was mentally prepared for this.

As for the Poitou newspaper, there was a lace news that kept Sean's gaze for a few minutes.

Viscount Bieber-Lincoln has been missing for almost a year without any news, seeing that the rebels have perished and his relatives believe he is dead. So they couldn't wait to divide up his property, especially for the inheritance of the title, and the clansmen made a lot of trouble, which became the news that the people of Poitu talked about.

Early the next morning, Sean came to Fort Ron again.

Although it is still full of flowers, Fort Rohn still gives Sean a cold feeling, and when Audrey decisively breaks up, Robinsons rarely visit.

This castle, more than solemn but not exquisite, seems to show its majesty to the world all the time, so that every visitor who comes to it has a sense of respect.

But times are always changing, and its majesty has become lonely because of the tide of the times. Someday, people will only see such a castle as a memorial to history.

In addition to following Sean's example of growing tea, the grain produced in the field supplied the growing number of immigrants in Vichy Town, and the harvested mulberry cotton became the largest source of supply for Kang's textiles.

In addition, the town of Vichy is one of the most luxurious hotels and one of her few investments. This was not what Posey was investing in at the beginning.

The servants warmly entertained Sean, and when Steward Miller appeared, Sean asked, "Mr. Miller, Carl was vaccinated with cowpox yesterday, did he have a fever at night?"

"Thank you for your concern, Young Master Carl had a low-grade fever last night, tossed all night, and couldn't sleep well. Thankfully, both you and Dr. Nolan have confessed, and Madame didn't worry too much this time. The young master seemed to be well in the morning, and now he was sleeping soundly, and there were servants to take care of him. Miller replied.

"That's good, ma'am?" Sean nodded.

"Madame is in the study, and she guessed that you would come, and told me to take you directly to the study. Miller said.

The study was oversized, with its own bathroom and a living room, and Sean noticed a large portrait of a person hanging on the wall of the drawing-room, which was supposed to be a portrait of the late Earl Robinson.

The untimely death of Earl Robinson, a young man who was extremely influential in Genoa and is regarded as the most outstanding heir of the Robinson family in the past century, is very regrettable.

Despite the Earl's early death, leaving behind a seemingly helpless mother and son, and friends and relatives who did not interact much after the birth, the heritage of this family with a long history is by no means comparable to that of Sean.

"Madame, Viscount Connelly has arrived. Miller shouted.

"Please come in, Miller, please get the Viscount some tea and refreshments. Audrey's voice came from within.

Sean walked in, paused slightly, and saw that Audrey was wearing homely clothes today, with thick chestnut slightly curly long hair draped casually over her shoulders, only simply tied with a golden headband, and under her slender neck, revealing her fair and round fragrant shoulders.

She was wearing a simple and elegant pale yellow dress today, with only a cute bow tied around her waist.

Audrey, who has no complicated clothes, shows a quiet and lazy style like an eldest daughter.

And Sean

"Ma'am, what are you doing here?" asked Sean.

"I'm sorting out the Earl's letters. Audrey let Sean into the inner room.

There are two huge bookshelves against the wall, but a large pile of envelopes of various styles is scattered on the velvet carpet.

"I have sorted through the letters kept by the Count during his lifetime, and have found a few, the correspondence from two years before the Count's death, and there have been five letters, signed in alphabetical acronyms. I thought these letters might be useful. ”

Audrey looked a little haggard, as if she had just cried, which was pitiful.

After receiving these letters, Sean said:

"Madame, I suggest you go and take a break, or go for a walk in the garden. As for the letters, I'll read them. ”