So, despite Kiayan's reluctance, Chechen's mercenaries still emptied all the wine in the cellar of the Ponievière Manor and all the sausages in the kitchen.

The mercenaries collected materials on the spot. They picked up the wooden parts of the weapons discarded by the mob and the tattered clothes from the battlefield where the battle had just ended, and then they started a fire inside and outside the manor. In a short while, the smell of grilled sausages wafted from the vicinity of Ponneville.

The original dozen servants of the manor were sent to the kitchen to cook potato soup and fish soup.

Regarding everything that his subordinates did that were just like plundering, neither Cheerchen nor the kind priest did not stop it. The reputation of Jews in the Republic of Poland, especially in Ukraine and Lithuania, is not good. The surging Zaporizhia Cossack uprising has a large part of the responsibility to be borne by them. Like the Smolensk refugees who now account for the majority of the mercenary group, they did not eat less exploitation by these Jewish stewards and rent collectors when they were in their hometowns. Although most Jewish rent collectors only acted as accomplices of the great nobles and high lords, Chechen and the mercenary group are now serving the Prince Yanush, the prince is the largest lord in Lithuania, and everyone eats Laziviu. The family meal, of course, will not blame the prince for something wrong. So they can only give color to these accomplices.

After moving the last barrel of beer in the cellar, the mercenary carrying the beer accidentally found a hidden door in the cellar. This hidden door was built on the ground, and dozens of barrels of beer were pressed on it. It is completely impossible to detect the existence of the hidden door unless the beer on it is finished.

When the mercenary told Cheerchen the news that the secret door had been discovered, Keayang, who had been standing next to Cheerchen from earlier, became bloodless, and his son clenched his fists.

Of course, this secret door was owned by Kiayanxiu, and every year he would deposit the rent and interest collected from the tenant farmers in the secret door. He could not use or dare to use this money, because he knew that once Prince Yanush or his subordinates knew that they had so much money, they would definitely take the money for themselves in arbitrary names or without reason. ——The Jews are the pockets of the nobles and lords. Once the nobles and lords are short of money, they will look for money from the pockets. Kiayan has understood this since he was a child.

Chechen and Pidro followed the mercenaries to the cellar, while Kiayan and Batty followed, of course. At the entrance of the cellar, more than a dozen mercenaries were carrying a box of small boxes out of the hidden door in the cellar like a relay race, and they did not move until the twelfth one.

Cheerchen opened a box, and a full cabinet of Taylor was greeted by him. The number of this box was no more than a thousand.

"In charge, are these also the belongings you kept for His Royal Highness?" Piedro asked knowingly.

"Yes, these are of course the tenancy rents of the Ponieveille Manor collected in the name of His Royal Highness the Great Prince." Kiayan said respectfully.

The sophisticated Kiayan understands that money is something outside of his body, even if he argues that these are his own assets? In the face of power, clever tongues are not as useful as steel knives and swords.

"Then according to His Royal Highness's explanation, these twelve boxes of Taylor's six boxes are used as the military resources of our mercenary group, and the six boxes will be brought to Werner by us to give to the prince." Piedro said.

"Of course. To tell the truth, the prince is now in urgent need of money, and I have long wanted to send these Taylors to the prince's imperial front, but Ponneveille was attacked by the mob, which delayed it. "Kiayan looked for a reason for himself more respectfully.

Seeing Kiayan on the road like this, Pidro couldn't help but patted Kiayan on the shoulder with joy.

But Chiayan can bear it, and his son Batty is indeed a straight man. Seeing that his property was looted by the mercenary gang, the young man glared at Cheerchen and Pidro and said, "A group of robbers."

Batty's voice was loud, and the mercenaries around could hear her clearly. Seeing that their head and deputy head were scolded by a greedy Jewish guy, they put down their food one by one, looking at Batty with a ferocious expression.

At this time, as long as Cheerchen or Pidro said a word or a look, they would go up and let this ignorant fellow know why the flowers are so red.

But Cheerchen did not give any instructions. He picked up a Taylor with his fingers and said to Batty, "You said we are robbers?"

"Yes."

"Then what are you? A serious businessman or a loyal servant of His Royal Highness? How did you get this money? You didn't get it through usury and cheating innocent tenant farmers. You relied on the power of the prince to take injustice. Choi, now we are said to be robbers~lightnovelpub.net~ Barty silver teeth clenched, and it took half a minute before he said, "It doesn't matter how the money came from. "

"Of course it does matter! If the money is ill-gotten wealth, then I have the right to take it back to Werner and give it to His Royal Highness for distribution." Cheechchen said solemnly.

With these words, Pidro couldn't help giving a thumbs up. My nephew is really more and more able to talk. If I change my words, it is nothing more than a carrot and a stick, but he can't say so justice and awe-inspiring.

"Don't even think about taking the money away!"

Hearing Chechen said that he was going to bring the money to Werner, Batty was extremely angry. He originally had a gun in his hand, but at this time he raised the gun to aim at Chechen.

"do not want!"

Standing on the side and listening to the conversation between his son and Cheechen, Keayan hurriedly pressed the musket in Batty's hand when he saw that his son was going to hit the stone with a pebble. The nearest mercenaries also stepped forward and hugged Batty and subdued him to the ground.

"Head Chechen, and Deputy Head Pedro. My son is young and ignorant and has a reckless disposition. Please forgive him. If you want to take it, take it all." Kiayan fell to his knees. Begging for his son.

Seeing You struggling on the ground, Cheerchen couldn't help feeling compassionate. He said to Ki Ayan: "Don't worry, we won't hurt him. Now put him in the cellar and wait until he calms down."

So, two mercenaries grabbed and looked at Cheechen's Batty with hatred, and stuffed him into the cellar.

Kiayan retracted his dismayed look at his son being locked into the cellar, and respectfully walked to Cheerchen and Pidro and invited them into the house.

Even Pedro was amazed by this ability to send and receive emotions from the heart. I just don't know how such an exquisite old steward could have such a strong son.