The carriage stopped at the intersection.

One road leads to the half-mountain area; another hoveres downward, leading to the pass of Mount St. Hilde.

In the specially widened and lengthened carriage, Duke Ross put away his folding fan and knocked on Joe's forehead intimately: "Joe, you were too honest when you were a child... But now you have grown up and grown up, and you are smarter, and more importantly, you have really good luck."

Duke Ross smiled, his eyes as if he was crescent.

The folding fan pointed at Hesen, and Duke Ross smiled and said, "I know that Hesen did not deliberately help you in this Zhongqiu bloody investigation. You really rely on your own strength and have made so many achievements."

"The future will be better, you have to work harder." Duke Ross narrowed his eyes and knocked Joe's head again.

"Tomorrow afternoon, go to the Intelligence Headquarters station in Tulum Port to get the Intelligence Headquarters ID and all relevant information." Duke Ross turned his head and looked at Hessen: "I have always wanted to install my people in the Intelligence Headquarters, but the old ghost of Seajac is like a watchdog, guarding very tightly."

"This is the best opportunity, and it is also the opportunity given to me by Her Majesty the Queen. After Joe and Hesen, you can also allocate a few people." Duke Ross said slowly: "This skin in the Intelligence Headquarters is sometimes quite useful."

Hesen nodded with a smile, he held a big cigar in his mouth, and took a deep breath. The cigar butt suddenly lit up, and the cigar burned half an inch in as he inhaled.

He slowly spit out a thick smoke. Hesen took out a wallet twice as big as an ordinary wallet from the dark bag on his chest. After unzipping the zipper, he took out twelve secret travelers' checks with dark bronze all over the body and half a finger wide gold edge on the edge.

Joe's eyes were a little green.

This kind of bill, which is three times thicker than an ordinary traveler's check, is much darker in color, and has such a wide gold edge. It is an anti-counterfeiting check issued by the Royal Bank of Delun Empire, dedicated to huge sums of more than 10 million gold marks.

Each of these twelve light and fluttering pieces of "paper", each of which represents a huge wealth of at least ten million gold marks.

Here are twelve pictures, 120 million gold marks...

OK, it doesn't seem to be much money.

According to the current market price, it is only 300,000 pounds of high-quality black pepper. 300,000 pounds are converted into the "metric weights and measures" that have been vigorously promoted by the imperial leaders in recent years, but only less than 140 metric tons.

The cargo volume that a medium-sized cargo ship can load.

That's all. Don't make a fuss. But Joe is so greedy that he's saliva rising from his mouth.

Laplaci even blew a harsh whistle in Joe's mind, and then he shouted loudly: "Ah, my dear Crimson, don't you have any ideas? If you can exchange these cute little paper pieces for shiny gold coins... I can give you some crazy knowledge!"

Qiao swallowed and spitted.

Hessen sucked and spitted the smoke and handed the twelve traveler's checks to the Duke of Ross.

"Dear Ross, the Wells family, and their fellow villagers, have too much assets. Even with the help of the 'partners' from the three surrounding provinces, it will take at least three months before we can completely digest their wealth."

"However, I will give you the fastest payment."

"This is the first payment I'll give you, and there will be a second payment in about five days."

Duke Ross suddenly widened her eyes, her eyes glowed, and she stretched out her hand with a spring breeze. She used two slender, white fingers, and used a speed that Joe had not seen clearly, to pull the twelve traveler's checks out of Hessen's hand.

Opening the twelve dark bronze traveler's checks like fans, Duke Ross put them to his nose, and then took a deep breath in great indulgence.

"Ah, the golden little cuties... I seem to see a huge battle fleet, a fully armed new flintlock rifle division, or thousands of brand new large-caliber field guns!"

He closed the check with a 'swish', and Duke Ross held it tightly in his hand, then looked at Hessen deeply: "Then, say good night to Leah, your Majesty wants me to take charge of the scattered house in Seajac. I will be very busy these days and have no time to have afternoon tea with her."

"Hesen, this time I did a pretty job. To be honest, I didn't feel that Tulun Port really belonged to the empire until now." Duke Ross narrowed his eyes and chuckled, "Think about it? Let Gorkin come back to help me? I'll give him a division directly!"

Hesen nodded seriously and sniffed a thick sip of smoke again: "I will consider it...but it depends on what Gorkin himself means. He would rather fight in the field legion, which would be more exciting. Ross, your troops... are a little bit plain."

Duke Ross opened his mouth wide, tilted his head slightly and stared at Hesen with his eyes wide. After two breaths, she knocked heavily on her forehead with a small folding fan.

"Plain? The kind Mutesty, this is the most 'beautiful' evaluation of the Jiasica garrison that I have heard in recent years... Oh, plain? Well, with this unexpected income, I will make Jiasica lively!" Duke Ross smiled, and a trace of murderous intent appeared on his beautiful face.

"Since they have gone to meet the kind Muteste, their relatives on the island will naturally accompany them. The family is reunited and lively, aren't it?"

Hesen applauded gently, 'hehe' and smiled, "Yes, I totally agree with you."

Duke Ross smiled "hohoho" and suddenly reached out and pinched Qiao's plump cheek hard. Then he pushed open the car door with his head raised and his chest was like a proud little hen. "hohohohoho" jumped out of the carriage with a big smile.

Duke Ross's carriage was just aside. She jumped into the carriage, reached out from the window and waved it randomly. A large group of cavalry surrounded her carriage and ran away.

"His Excellency Ross is very cute." When Duke Ross's team was gone, he could not even hear the sound of horse hooves. Joe looked at Hessen seriously and said.

"She is your mother's good friend and the Vitu family." Hesen looked at Joe with a big cigar in his mouth and stared at him fiercely: "Don't look at me with such a strange look. Duke Ross and I are very pure partners."

After spitting out a mouthful of smoke, Hesen took out another traveler's check with a dark bronze color with a half-fingered gold edge from the huge wallet.

He held the check with his thumb and index finger, shook it gently, and then threw it lightly into Qiao's arms, as if a naughty child had thrown away a tissue to wipe his nose.

"Take it, this is yours... Mr. Hei's suggestion, all the benefits of your potion belong to you."

Hesen waved his right hand vigorously and said indifferently: "I think he makes sense. You have to learn to spend money, learn to make money, and learn to manage money. Not much, a little bit, just a trivial goal."

"Take it, take it, you can do the money at your disposal... Well, don't do things that make Leah and Tifa angry and crazy, otherwise you're dead and I'm in trouble."

"Take it, take it, enjoy it and dominate it..."

Qiao's eyes almost jumped out of his sockets. He stared at the traveler's check lying in his arms, and he stroked and stroked it, and wrote huge numbers in three ways: numerical symbols, official language of the Delun Empire and the common language of the Medland Continent. He was buzzing in his mind.

"Dear Scarlet Master Scarlet, think about what to buy from me?" Laplacie's aria rang in Joe's mind.

Qiao was trapped in great happiness. His face was red, his hands were waving randomly, and he looked at Hesen, who looked indifferent.

He was frightened, his whole body was weak, his whole body was light, as if he was in the clouds, as if he had ascended to heaven, he had no idea...what should be said?

At the same time, in the mountaintop area, the official residence of the commander of the Tulun Port fleet of the Derren Empire Navy and Rear Admiral Papasi.

Flicker looked at the group of inspectors standing in front of him in black uniforms, expressionless, like sculptures.

Surrounding the hall was filled with sailors holding flintlock rifles. Because of Fricked's order, they raised their rifles and aimed at the inspectors in black in the hall.

In the team of the inspectors, Papasi was clamped by two tall and tall men in black, one left and one right. His legs were weak, his eyes were blurred, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He opened his mouth and panted hard, and looked at Ferrit with trembling.

"Your Highness...I...I...I...I'm loyal to the Empire...I've been injured for the Empire...I've shed blood for the Empire..."

Ficket's face turned red with anger. He gritted his teeth and looked at the two senior inspectors standing in front of him, half a head shorter than him, and said word by word: "No one can take away the loyal admirals to the empire in front of me!"

Just now, Flickr was drinking and discussing with his staff, his partners, and Papasi, the highest general of the Navy in Port Tulum, to discuss the preparations for the Marine Corps.

The group of inspectors suddenly broke in, and without saying a word, they grabbed Papasi, who was confused, from the seat and were about to take him away on the spot.

Papasi was so scared that he was pissed off, while Fricelt gave orders very simply, allowing the sailors to surround the group of inspectors.

Flicker, with a gloomy face, stared at the two inspectors in front of him: "Even if Papasi is wrong, our navy must be punished internally. How dare you, the Supervision Office interfere in military affairs?"

A senior archivist looked up at Fericket and said in a cold voice blankly: "This is the will of Her Majesty the Queen."

Ficket's face suddenly turned pale, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

Papasi let out a strange "hiber" sound, rolled his eyes and fainted.
Chapter completed!