```
"Sir," the elder Priskin rose, his visage seemingly aging in an instant, "please punish my grandson severely. But also please discern that this was only a conspiracy by a small group of people. Revodan will spare no effort to supply you with military funds, and I am willing to donate all of my family's assets. I beg for your mercy."
Winters scoffed, "Do you really think I care about your money? Bring them up!"
Xial led his men in, carrying several heavy wooden chests into the council hall.
"I forced you to subscribe to the bonds, but it was just a loan, not theft. It was merely to make some noise, for the audience to watch."
Winters kicked over the chests one by one, gold and silver coins spilling out: "Your money is all here, not a single silver coin less. Not satisfied? Well, I will return it to you now."
