I Am the Crown Prince in France

Chapter 382 Liberty Alliance Committee

Saint-Just looked at the light piece of paper in the hand of the mounted policeman, and could vaguely see his own handwriting on it.

His face suddenly turned pale, and his heart began to beat against his chest uncontrollably.

How did the letter fall into the hands of the French police? ! Did Johnson betray the club? Impossible, he is a student of Mr. Rousseau...

The letter was sent to Brussels by Jolson himself. If it hadn't been for him, there could only have been a traitor in the Southern Netherlands "Committee"!

Saint-Just glared hard at Yeskut, who was standing not far away, then pointed at the mounted police captain and shouted to the surrounding farmers: "They lie, don't be fooled by them!"

While hundreds of people present were stunned, he suddenly jumped off the stone platform and ran desperately towards the path leading to the outside of the village.

The contact person of the Southern Netherlands "Committee" hesitated for two seconds, then rushed towards the mounted policeman and tried to snatch the letter from the latter's hand.

The mounted police were not as clumsy as usual - the police reform did not involve the rural mounted police, they were part of the tax system, so most of them were poorly trained - they flexibly avoided Yeskut's attack, And he kicked him on the calf.

Yeskut instantly lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground. The two mounted policemen nearby rushed up immediately and held him down.

The farmers looked at the scene in front of them in surprise, and then turned to look at Saint-Just, who had already run away and only a figure was left. Without the mounted police saying anything else, they already understood eighty-nine points in their hearts, and they immediately started talking among themselves.

The captain of the mounted police handed the letter to the farmers, and after they circulated it, he took it back and put it in his pocket.

In fact, the letter was completely forged. The real letter is still locked in the drawer of the official of the Southern Netherlands "Commission".

Some of the "committee" members captured by the intelligence service had seen several of the letters. So Fouche had someone roughly copy it. They then pulled letters from members of France's liberal faction from the postal system and used them to imitate handwriting.

And more than half of the dozen mounted policemen were actually agents of the Intelligence Bureau pretending to be agents. They took the letter, which was full of loopholes, and just waved it in front of Saint Just, who then ran away with a guilty conscience.

Of course, if he didn't run, the "mountain police" wouldn't actually hand him the letter for "confrontation", but would arrest him on the spot and take him away. Who among those farmers can tell whether the letter is genuine or not?

It doesn't matter even if Saint-Just handled it well, exposed the agent, and managed to escape at the same time. Because the same scene was happening at the same time in more than a dozen places including Lille and Reims.

Among the high-ranking liberals who are making trouble, there will always be those who are not mentally strong enough and run away. As long as someone runs away with a guilty conscience, it is equivalent to admitting the accusation, and the farmers present will become witnesses.

In fact, almost all the liberals who instigated the riots felt guilty. The only difference was between running away immediately or continuing to resist and try to incite farmers to fight against the police.

The Mountie Captain asked his men to lift Yeskut up, and then motioned to a man behind him with his hands tied to come forward: "Do you know him?"

The man nodded immediately: "His name is Yeskut. He is one of the seven representatives of the 'committee'."

The mounted police captain waved his hand towards the farmers again: "Tell them, who are you?"

"My name is Henry Bergwijn. The committee sent me to spread rumors and incite conflicts between farmers and nobles in France, so as to reduce the military pressure on Brussels..."

The mounted police captain motioned with satisfaction to his men to take him away, and then said to the farmers present: "As you can see, you have all been deceived by the Southern Netherlands people, and of course the so-called liberals. They just took advantage of If you go to cause trouble, they won’t care at all whether you will be arrested or even killed.”

There was an immediate commotion among the farmers, and the timid ones had quietly slipped back home.

The other two farmers whispered nervously, and then moved to the mounted police tremblingly. They each took out a few silver coins from their pockets, pointed at Yeskut and muttered: "Master, sir, he, he said This is the 'freedom allowance', we just..."

"We really didn't know he was here to incite riots. We handed over all the money and we will never dare to do it again..."

At the same time that a large number of members of the Southern Netherlands "Committee" in Reims, Lille and other places were arrested by the Intelligence Bureau, in the cells of the Reims Police Station, more than thirty aristocratic young people were cursing in a low voice:

"These stupid police officers are slandering us as rioters!"

"They didn't dare keep us for too long. There must have been a lot of people in Versailles running around and singing the praises of our heroic deeds."

"When I leave here, I will teach those untouchables a lesson! They actually want to use the method of threatening the government to defraud the land. We must not let them succeed!"

It is said to be a prison, but in fact the conditions here are quite good. Every five people live in a suite, which has a living room and bathroom, and there are even musical instruments hanging on the wall.

The sound of boots came from the corridor between the cells. After a while, a group of prison guards came in escorting three handcuffed and depressed-looking people.

The cell door at the far end was opened. The prison guard roughly threw the three people in and said coldly: "I wish you good luck, bastards!"

The iron door closed with a bang, and the prison guards turned and left.

In the cell opposite, a noble greeted the three people loudly through the small window on the door: "Hey, gentlemen, what 'great achievements' have you come here for?"

The three of them glanced at him depressedly, but remained silent.

The laughter of the prison guards came from outside the cell. One of them knocked on the cell door with a baton and said to the three men: "Netherlander, why don't you answer him?"

"Oh, are you from the Netherlands?" A noble immediately joined in the fun, "It must be quite difficult to be locked up here, right?"

The newly imprisoned people caught a glimpse of the prison guard's threatening eyes through the small window, and had no choice but to turn to the noble and whisper: "We are... sent by the 'Committee'."

"Committee?" Other nobles became more interested. "Is it the River Transportation Committee or the Geological Committee?"

"Yes, it's the 'Freedom Alliance Committee'..."

"Huh? What does that do? I've never heard of it."

The Dutch spoke with difficulty: "We are in contact with the liberals in France and trying to incite riots in France... This time the farmers in Reims were besieged the municipal government because of our call, ah, no, instigation. Hall’s…”

The faces of the nobles in the surrounding cells suddenly turned livid:

"Damn it! It's you who are instigating it behind the scenes!"

"No wonder those untouchables have flintlock guns. It turns out they were provided by the Southern Netherlands!"

"#@￥! Let me out, I want to duel with these guys!"

However, the prison guards did not give these nobles a chance to duel. On the contrary, they were released two days later.