The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

The mission’s accommodation was in the northwest corner of Kiev, where there were three rows of three-story buildings. The Polish mission was arranged in the middle, and the residence of the Czarist Russian ambassador was in the building next to it to the right. Needless to say, the building on the left must be the governor from Sweden.

Tubrin bid farewell to Stanislaw Potocki when he reached the door of his residence, and he kindly invited the old man to come back after he was tired and satiated.

This time, Stanislaw Potocki accepted the invitation.

Then Stanislaw Potocki got out of the carriage. Henryk, Chechen, and the Duke of Konitzki also dismounted immediately.

The old man looked at the building in front of him, his eyes full of nostalgia and remembrance. The same gaze appeared in Henrik Potocki's eyes.

"Who arranged for me to live here?" Stanislaw Potocki asked.

Blair thought about it, and he replied: "Of course it is the warchief, who else is there."

Stanislaw Potocki sighed. He pushed aside the iron fence outside and walked along the gravel road to the gate. And hearing Blair's words, Henrik Potocki's face flashed with an unnoticeable anger.

Stanislaw Potocki walked forward five steps. He suddenly turned his head and said to his nephew: "Henrik, you will walk with me."

Then, the old man looked at Cheerchen and Duke Konitzki again.

"The rest is left to you two. I believe you will do it well."

"Of course, please don't worry." Duke Konitzki couldn't wait to answer.

Immediately, he began to direct the other members of the mission to move the items on the cart.

Henrik Potocki helped his uncle walk forward.

Chechen and the Duke of Konitzki didn't know that the house in front of them, together with the buildings on the left and right, was once the property of the Potocki family. These three houses are the largest private residences of the Potocki family in Kiev, with a total of two hundred rooms. When Henrik Potocki was a child, he lived here. Once he and his sister were bored and counted the windows of the house. Henrik Potocki still remembered that the number he had counted was five hundred and twenty-three.

The house was built by Stanislaw Potocki’s father, and the three-story design arrangement is very flattering. The windows on the first floor are high and large, allowing plenty of light to enter the conference living room. There are dozens of guest rooms upstairs, and in the attic are countless small bedrooms for servants. A long skylight on the sloping roof reveals their location. The garden of more than 300 acres is a happy place for boys and girls of the Potocki family. Henrik Potocki personally supervised the gardener, planting, pruning and removing pots in the garden.

But now, these are no longer the Potocki family. The garden was barren, beautiful flowers were replaced by wheat and potatoes of no ornamental value, and tall trees were felled to become fuel.

Two Potocki walked into the assembly room. Obviously someone has come here to clean it up, and it looks clean and tidy. The precious crystal lamps and other ornaments inlaid with gold and silver have long disappeared.

Henrik Potocki knew that the assets of these families had already fallen into the hands of the humble Cossack team captains, company captains, and mud legs. It is said that they took everything, not even the urinal-because the urinal was made of brass, the lowly Cossacks thought it was gold.

Touching the scene, Henrik Potocki thinks more and more, and the more he thinks, the more grief and anger.

Compared with his nephew, Stanislaw Potocki did not show the slightest excitement. He touched the back of the sofa with his hand, and there was a nostalgic smile on his face.

"Henrik, don't be sad, don't be angry. Our family used to have nothing. It was the motherland that gave the family's ancestors the opportunity to open up. I believe that when the Republic passes through the crisis, everything we lost will be regained." Stanislaw Potocki said.

"Yes, uncle."

The uncle and nephew walked around again and looked around. Suddenly, Stanislaw Potocki said to his nephew: "Henrik, I remember that the second basement is a wine cellar. When you were young, you loved to hide underneath and cry after being beaten by your father. Let's go down and take a look. Bar."

The wine cellar is on the second floor underground. Henrik Potocki opened the door and he said, "Uncle, please allow me to lead the way." Henrik Potocki nodded. Henrik Potocki found a torch to light it. He tried to light the candle lamp on the wall, but there was no candle on the lampstand.

This wine cellar is considered to be a small one in the Potocki family's collection. There are only about 12,000 bottles of wine in it, most of which were put in by Stanislaw Potocki's generation. Henrik Potocki still remembered that champagne, red wine and white wine accounted for a large part, and of course a small amount of mead and white wine. All the wines are neatly packed.

"A wine cellar needs order, vision and taste, just like a nobleman." Henrik Potocki's father often said to him.

But now, there is no longer a bottle of wine in the wine cellar. The floor of the wine cellar is full of broken glass, and the air can even smell the sour smell of the wine after it has evaporated. And the wine racks are full of dust and cobwebs. Obviously, the servant who came to clean didn't know that there was a wine cellar, so he didn't clean it.

Seeing all this through the firelight, Stanislaw Potocki was dispirited. He sighed and said, "Forget it, let's go up."

And outside the building, Blair, who was about to leave, shouted to Cheerchen, "Cheerchen, I'll go back to Bao Hong first, and the three of us drink together in the evening."

Blair's voice was loud, as if he was afraid Cheerchen would not be able to hear it. However, the Cossacks' temperament is like this, carefree and informal. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Cheerchen responded "OK" and waved goodbye to Blair.

Henrik Potocki, who supported his uncle to go up, remembered the words of the Duke of Konitzki, and as he walked, he told his uncle the Duke of Konitzki's doubts about Chechen. Henrik's original intention was to make his uncle be more vigilant, and the so-called intention of harming others must not be concealed.

When Henrik Potocky finished speaking, the two were walking to the exit of the basement. Stanislaw Potocki stopped suddenly, which caught Henrik Potocki off guard and almost ran into his uncle.

"In the future you will stay away from Konitzki." Stanislaw Potocki said. At this time, the old man regretted that he had let the Duke of Konitzki be the deputy envoy of the mission because he avoided suspicion.

This noble duke seemed to do nothing except to add to the chaos.

After saying this, the old man was not enough. He added: "Don't doubt others for no reason. Cheer Chen's contribution to the Republic is obvious to all. I know the king and I about his acquaintance with Bao Hong. It's just an accident, don't make a fuss. As for Potemkin...,"

Speaking of this, the old man joked to his nephew: "Look at me and Tublin hugged, am I also a Russian spy?"

Henrik didn't even dare.

Stanislaw Potocki said: "Chechen and his uncle have **** feuds with the general of Tsarist Russia, Yakov Cherkasky. Most of the reason they joined the army of the Republic was for revenge. Such people are not. Russia will be in the meeting."

After speaking, Stanislaw Potocki looked to the right side of the meeting room.

"When the things in Sweden and Ukraine are over, Cheerchen will have the opportunity and ability to take revenge."