Chapter 1223 The Women of Paris (10)

   "...only Britain is left."

  When Severus passed by a room in St. Luke's Palace, there was an English conversation.

  So he stopped and looked inside.

The two people who spoke were not British. Although their dresses were not much different from those of the British in the 18th century. They wore wigs and stockings, but they were not as pale as the British who were covered by clouds all the year round, and they spoke with an accent. It's not the same.

  "Who can stop him when Britain surrenders to Bonaparte?" said the middle-aged man sitting on the wooden box.

  "The British don’t have peace talks, wait and see." Sitting opposite him, a man dressed as a worker said that they were drinking with wooden boxes as a table at the moment. "The land belongs to Napoleon, but the sea belongs to the British."

   "Yes, the French navy can't cross the Atlantic Ocean." The middle-aged businessman said, "This is a good opportunity."

Severus, who eavesdropped outside the door, raised his eyebrows.

  "What opportunity?" the worker asked.

  "Whether Britain or France needs food now, Mississippi produces the most abundant food and fuel. We can take this opportunity to make a lot of money."

   "I don't have as much capital as you." The worker said with a sneer.

"But you know the workers at the docks, don’t you think it’s too risky to keep doing the smuggled cotton yarn business?" The middle-aged businessman said to the workers. This piece of business will be more difficult to do in the future."

   "What do you want?" the worker asked.

   "How about taking your friends and doing with me?"

  "What can I do with you?" The worker sneered.

   "I can find warships to transport food, but I can't find anyone to unload the cargo. The U.S. Navy will not let the French on board warships, and you are American."

   "I'm a criminal," the worker said.

  "Do you think Napoleon Bonaparte has less blood on his hands than you? And I need your ‘boat’, the warship can’t enter the port to dock..."

  Severus did not listen to the conspiracy of these two men again, and continued to explore in St. Luke's Palace.

  Thanks to these two people, he remembered one thing.

  In 1803, the United States bought the state of St. Louisiana from France, which was four times the size of the French mainland.

  The turmoil in Europe is an excellent opportunity for the rise of the United States. Although San Louisiana at the time was nominally French, in fact there were more Spaniards than French. In the end, Napoleon sold Louisiana for 80 million francs.

  Because of the Amiens peace treaty, the relationship between France and the United Kingdom tends to ease, but no one has implemented this treaty seriously. France is still trying to win other countries, including the United States, which is far away.

The relationship between the newly independent United States and Britain is not harmonious. The enemy’s enemy is his friend. Napoleon not only won the support of the Americans because of land sales, but also the American warships. The French navy originally took 10 years to recover. Battleship lost in the naval battle of Abukir. With American warships, France was able to launch a naval battle with Britain in 1805 with the old Spanish "Invincible Fleet".

   "Napoleon Bonaparte." Severus whispered the name.

   "Wow!"

  Just then, Severus heard a dog barking.

  He followed the voice and looked over, and saw a huge black dog standing in the middle of the corridor.

   "How about wagging your tail? Black." Severus sneered bitterly.

  But the black dog turned and left as if he could not understand what he was saying.

   Severus followed and continued to walk in the shadows.

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  When Leah and Polina were gone, Pomona lifted the skirt up and looked at the fetters on her ankle.

  It looks like two black gold bracelets, with no chain or keyhole in the middle. It seems that there is no other way except for other wizards to help her untie it.

  She didn't believe in evil, so she looked for tools that could be used to smash it open everywhere in the bedroom, but after searching for a long time, she didn't have any metal products except a pair of scissors.

  If you wear this thing, even a wizard can only be killed. Pomona understands why Duke Vincent Pique would use an invisibility spell on her neck instead of Apparition and escape.

  In fact, he can use the invisibility curse in such a situation is already very good, he has surpassed his limit, sure enough, the desire to survive can stimulate people's potential.

  Pomona believed that if Severus knew that she was unclear with other men behind her back, he would definitely not forgive her like Napoleon forgave Josephine.

  For the safety of her life, she must resist temptation.

   "You bad woman, you just love thinking about men with smart brains and tough personality?" Pomona looked at the scissors and kept shaking her head, then used it to file the fetters on her ankles.

The scissors used to make female celebrities had no effect on the metal on her feet. She stopped in frustration, wondering if she had chopped off her leg, and then asked Severus to use the potion to make it grow well. , At this moment, the bedroom door latch rang.

  She quickly put down the skirt and put the scissors into the drawer again.

  Napoleon came in, he handed his cocked hat to his French servant, and quickly began to unbutton his uniform.

   "What are you doing?" Pomona screamed.

   "Take a bath." He unbuttoned his buttons and said in a very normal tone, "Have you packed everything?"

  Pomona is speechless again with Bonaparte’s habits.

  It is common for men or women to take off their clothes and show their bodies.

  The ancient Greeks advocated nudity, and their sculptures were mostly unclothed, especially Venus.

  The Corsicans still retain the style of Rome and Greece, not at all like the Western world in the Middle Ages.

   "I'll prepare hot water for you." Pomona said listlessly.

   "No need, Louis will handle these things, do you know Latin?"

"meeting."

  "Go outside and choose one, and translate it to me later." Napoleon stared at her "Or are you going to continue to enjoy it here?"

   Pomona, with a daze in her mind, left the bedroom.

Napoleon lived in the King Suite. In addition to the small meeting room, this suite has several other small rooms, but none of these rooms have a sewer, and hot water can only be accessed by manpower. There is a bathtub in the "bathroom". The attendants are pouring hot water into it.

  The water felt hot by the light, and Pomona did not continue to focus on that side, but instead kept her eyes on the bookshelf.

  She feels that those books are pitiful inexplicably. When her fingertips touched them, the touch was exactly the same as the real books, which made her almost unable to tell whether she was in reality or in a dream.

  She closed her eyes, placed her forehead on one of the books, and a gentle force came from the back of her neck.

  She remembered a scene, when she was still in St. Mungo, a person put a newt ring on the back of her neck.

  He transported the limited human life into her body, let her wake up briefly, and then asked her what she wanted to eat?

  She remembered the smell of honey cake, lemon snow treasure, and the stench of dragon dung.

  That is a good fertilizer, which can make magical plants healthy and strong.

  She also thought of many things. Although the two of them had an affair in the castle, she did not feel guilty at all, even though Albus would be very disappointed about it.

  He is like a father to her, sometimes girls will ignore their parents’ opposition and insist on marrying the bad boy in their eyes.

  But Severus was not her father, and he would be ashamed of her if he was disappointed in her.

  A French general once said that if Napoleon said that destroying Paris was part of his plan, such as burning Moscow when the Russians practiced the scorched earth warfare, he would execute it without hesitation.

  The Muggle Emperor may not know the Imperius Curse, but he also possesses wizard-like mind control.

  The man went through fire and water for him and fought bravely for the first place, while the woman hoped that she could replace Josephine and become the Queen of France.

  Such luxurious decoration, furniture, clothes, jewelry, how many people do not envy and desire to own?

   Even without these, Napoleon himself is a very charming person, although this fascination is not based on his appearance.

  Sometimes those who despise him when they see him short are lucky. They will not fall into Napoleon’s personality charm and can laugh at him as much as possible.

  Some people may think that he and the poor are both shabby and desolate. They still insist on their pride, refuse to bow to the world, and find a decent errand to support themselves like an ordinary person.

  However, this is also the reason for the outbreak of the French Revolution.

  The Bourbon royal family led a luxurious lifestyle, and not every nobleman’s fief was as rich as Burgundy. They had no money and luxury, so the king lent them money and asked them to buy gorgeous clothes and wigs so that they would have no money to build arms in their fiefs, and even because of the money they owed the king, they had to obey the king's words.

Generally poor and cold places will exercise people’s will. Louis XIV, the Sun King, used this trick to dismantle the ambitious and threatening nobles and maintain their rule, but those nobles are no longer nobles, they Just like a good dog raised in the palace, the owner's handkerchief will fall off, and will rush to pick it up, get the owner's favor, and then get one or two meat bones as a reward.

The food that comes from   嗟 is also eaten. If you don’t eat it, you will die. Of course you have to eat it in order to survive.

  Napoleon III only learned the fur of his uncle’s rule. With just a look, he was essentially the same as the royalists who told children vicious rumors in order to seize power.

  This rumor established a woman like Joan of Arc, but questioned the justice of the French Revolution. The nobles became victims, and they were tortured and killed by a mob.

  They took advantage of people’s sympathy and swayed the scales of justice. It’s no wonder that Napoleon made such a big fire and roared at the secret police at the Tuileries Palace.

She remembered a painting of Napoleon in the Louvre. He had become the emperor at that time. He was wearing an emperor’s gown. He was holding a scepter in his right hand and the hand of justice in his left, but his hands were actually not very clean. Blood, and black water, just seep out of those books.

  There are two hands on her shoulders. They look clean and beautiful. They seem to have been carefully taken care of. Although they are not large, they are in good proportions, just like the hands of a pianist and a violinist.

  Someone or some kind of animal took a deep breath behind her, like smelling the smell of food before eating.

   "I smell benzoin, what perfume did you use?" Napoleon asked.

   "One day lover." She whispered, "In memory of Cleopatra and Anthony."

   "Why Anthony, not Caesar?"

   "They died together."

  He was silent for a while and said, "Do you think Cleopatra loves Anthony or Caesar?"

   "None of them, she is the queen of Egypt, and she loves Egypt."

  There was a cold, moist lips kissing her neck.

  She didn’t know that the dead would have such thoughts.

  But does he have the idea, does he have the ability?

  "Aren't you supposed to take a shower?"

   "You can wait a while." His "righteous hands" moved around her.

   "I have chosen the book." She reached out and picked a book casually.

   "I'll let you forget him." Napoleon said "monamour." behind her ear in grotesque French.

   "You love Josephine, do you think of me as the woman in Cairo, the tool you use to avenge her?" Pomona said coldly.

   "Are you jealous?"

   "Where is that little Cleopatra now? Her husband divorced her?"

  He walked away.

   "You said you want to maintain the glory of marriage, but what is the difference between what you do and those feudal monarchs? Oh, hell!" Pomona turned her head and found that Napoleon was wearing only a shirt.

  She didn't see what she shouldn't, but she turned her gaze away.

  "Do you think so too? I am a tyrannical king?" He didn't think there was anything wrong with his style, so he argued with her frankly.

   "Can you wear a dress?" she begged.

   "I'm going to take a bath soon!" He roared, "You come in and rub my back!"

   "I'm not as strong as your footman." Pomona said contemptuously, she didn't want to use "donkey".

   "Get out!" Napoleon snarled at the servants who poured water, and they immediately left the bathroom with the bucket.

  Although there are still two people, the ambiguous atmosphere just now disappeared.

  Pomona hesitated for a moment, put the book on the soft couch and went into the bathroom.

  She should take a bath for the baby, although this "baby" is a bit big.

  (End of this chapter)