Chapter 1225 The Women of Paris (12)

  Severus used the phantom slab to harden the flying cloak, and when the bullet hit it, it seemed to hit a stone wall.

"what!"

  Three soldiers were shot by the bounced bullets, but no one immediately detected them.

After a volley, the five soldiers in the first row rushed up with their bayonet guns. The second and third rows began to fill the bullets. Only then did two men drag the wounded to safety. local.

  These people were not surprised to see Severus's magical powers. They methodically started attacking Severus from all directions according to the usual formation.

  If you are in the wild, in a strategically deep place, you can set up a formation, but there is no way to do this in a small room. The sound of gunshots here, and the sound of leather boots and horseshoes came from outside the house, which seemed to indicate that more people would surround the house, as if all these were arranged traps.

   Severus retreated to the wall, so that he at least had one side not to worry about facing the enemy.

  He held his wand to make the fire in the room even more prosperous. The hot tongue made the soldiers who tried to approach retreat. At this time, the soldiers in the second row were already loaded with gunpowder.

  They did not rush to fire, and even someone pointed their gun at the window, which was the only exit besides the door. As long as Severus dared to approach, they would immediately sift him into a sieve.

Severus used a phantom spell on himself, and it disappeared in place, and the floor immediately below the soldiers' feet at the door began to collapse, like quicksand. They retreated to the side at this time, but it didn't mean they retreated. .

   Before leaving, they threw three grenades in. Although they were made of black powder, they exploded in such a confined space, even if they were not fatal, they could stun people.

   There was a loud noise, the grenade exploded, and the dust caused by the explosion rushed out of the room. If it was an ordinary person, it would have been dead.

  However, when the smoke dissipated a little and the soldiers at the door looked inside again, there was no one in the intelligence room, and the glass of the window was blasted by a large hole by the blast wave.

   "Did you just see it? He actually blocked the bullet with his cloak." One soldier said to another.

   "He can still control the flames, God." The soldier was asked to drew a cross on his chest.

   "Shall we go in? Captain?"

  The soldier who ordered the fire did not speak.

  "Go and wake up the American right away. He has work to do." The captain said to a soldier, "The five of you stay here, the others follow me!"

  After speaking, he held the musket and ran wildly in St. Luke’s Palace.

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   "Here!" The guards who came on horseback pointed to a cloud of black mist that flew out of the window, and the others took up their muskets and fired into the sky.

  Not only because of the range, but also for other reasons, the black fog was not shot down, and he flew across the rooms of St. Luke's Palace with great fanfare.

  According to habit, if an assassin appears, the guards will definitely protect the first ruling party as soon as possible, but these soldiers did not do that.

  The outsiders are flying around in St. Luke’s Palace like a headless fly. He probably doesn’t know where the first ruling is. They ran to protect Napoleon but exposed the target.

The sleeping military camp woke up. Some soldiers who had just taken off their clothes and were about to go to bed ran out in a panic. Emergency assembly is already commonplace for them. They quickly formed a team to form columns and horizontal formations, using the palace gardens as training soldiers. field.

These soldiers on the ground are not yet a threat to Severus. The roofs and hidden sentries are the ones. They are equipped with two or three muskets. If one fails, they will be replaced with another one. Once he is hit, It will fall to the ground and be captured by the whole group of soldiers.

  Sometimes even if a group of dragons has no leader, people know what they should do.

  Faced with this situation, ordinary assassins or thieves had long since got away and went to find another opportunity, but Severus still took the risk and continued to search everywhere.

For men, they will always encounter some battlefields that cannot be retreated. However, they will also be timid, hesitant, and hesitant. At this time, they need a woman to push them and let them face it bravely, even if they are not for the purple It's okay to fight in a robe.

  If her husband is killed in battle, a woman will raise her son. She will tell him why he lost his father, and then let him choose whether to avenge his father or to forgive the enemy.

  No matter which way it is, it is actually difficult, but is it not difficult for a widow to carry her child alone? Not to mention Josephine took two with him.

  A man with a heart of pity and jade will see her difficulties, but the French are not free to help others. They will ask for some benefits. There is no free lunch in this world.

  In addition to a beautiful body, what else can Josephine do as compensation?

Even if she is unwilling to do that, it is impossible to plan to earn money through labor. Those revolutionary party members are not necessarily so decent. They embezzle state assets and squander their mistresses. They will not let a beautiful woman be in the factory. Hard work.

  They will "save" her, put her beautiful clothes on, and let her live in a luxurious house. If she refuses to agree, she will encounter all kinds of difficulties.

Beauty is a sin. It’s not something to be drunk in the mirror in peacetime. A woman in wartime will paint her face, making herself look ashamed and disgusting, but if she’s so beautiful, she can’t even stop her face from being painted. What should I do with that kind of beauty?

In a big era like   , everyone has all kinds of involuntary things.

  It takes courage to fight against the times, and it takes courage to adapt to the times and give up something in order to survive.

  Heroes to save the United States do not necessarily have to make the scenes hot. It may also be that regardless of the eyes of others, they take a widow with a child to the city hall to get married.

  She has relied on since then, but she has not become his pillar.

  In addition to the fear of survival, love can also stimulate a person’s potential and do things that he would never dream of.

  In the battlefield filled with gunpowder, there is also a romance different from candlelight dinners.

  After all, the guards are still romantic Frenchmen, and they have noticed the abnormality that the flying monster has been reluctant to leave for a long time.

  He is not for intelligence, nor for wealth. Apart from these, the only thing left in the palace is to find people.

  The first ruling took over a new mistress. Many people know this. Of course, the "monster" may also be revenge, but this is France, and their first thought is in the direction of love affairs.

   didn’t know why they were so happy, as if the first ruling was provoked and life safety threatened is something to cheer about. They yelled and screamed, and almost didn’t lead the intruder.

The French do not have the rigor of the Germans, and they can't get out of a neat formation, but their imagination and creativity are super strong. In that short time, this group of soldiers have made up a different version of a story. This is more exciting than opera.

  They yelled at Severus in French that he didn't understand, and from time to time they caused a burst of laughter, and even if they didn't understand, they could guess what these veterans were saying was not good.

  A good night attack turned into a free theater for the Legion. After searching for a while, Severus stopped and continued flying aimlessly.

  He landed on an empty roof, used his wand to cast an amplifying spell on himself.

   "Vitalizer, where are you?"

  It was very loud, just like shouting with a tweeter more than 200 years later, which surprised many soldiers because the technology at that time had not reached that level.

  No one answered him, as if she was not here.

  Severus was going to shout again, a tall and thin figure appeared on the roof like a phantom.

  He is wearing a cheap cotton jacket, a pair of unwaxed boots on his feet, no jewellery and no laces, looks very simple, just like a worker.

   "You should go." The thin man said in English with an American accent.

   "Are you kindly reminding me?" Severus asked.

   "I want to catch you myself. If you are caught here, someone will compete with me." The tall and thin man sneered and said, "Napoleon prefers French people."

   "How did you know you could catch me?" Severus said slowly.

   "I caught your wife. She has lost her magic power and is no different from an ordinary woman. I think Napoleon should be enjoying her now."

  Severus widened his eyes and his breathing became rapid.

   "He is a dead man." Severus suppressed his anger. "All of you are dead!"

   "It seems that you still don't understand what this world is, and the living dead didn't tell you?" asked the thin tall man.

   "This is Napoleon's dream. I should have known that it was a stupid idea to borrow French soldiers." Severus said regretfully.

"Dreams will affect reality, and reality will also affect dreams. Let me tell you one thing. You'd better not apparition in this world, otherwise you will simply disappear and no longer appear." The thin tall man motioned to Severer. Si looked behind, "They're here, you should go."

   "I can ruin this place."

   "Use your brain, wizard, is your wife's body here?" The tall and thin man said, "Her body still belongs to you completely."

"what?"

   "You can understand that her spirit betrayed you."

   "You seem to know a lot," Severus said.

   "I just like the feeling of being able to hunt down you wizards at will, don't let the fun end so early, please?" The thin tall man begged, "Please go away."

   Severus glanced at the soldiers who had climbed to the top of the building, their eyes filled with greed and fierce light.

"What's your name?"

   "Ivan Salem, what about you?" asked the thin tall man.

  Severus ignored him, and directly turned into black smoke and rose into the air, rushing into the sky like a black arrow.

   "What a rude fellow." Ivan Salem said disgustingly.

   "Why don't you stop him!" The officer running in the front, a captain, asked Irwin with angrily.

   "You have activated the magic circle, and I can't use magic power." Ivan said leisurely, "The reason why he can fly is probably because of some kind of alchemy...Forget it, you don't understand at all."

  After Ivan finished speaking, he ignored the captain and left with a whistle.

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   "Vitalizer, where are you?"

   The sound from outside shocked Pomona's body. She looked out the window, but she didn't expect him to appear here.

   "Vitalizer? Is that your nickname?" Napoleon asked, lying in the bathtub.

   "He came to me!" she said cheerfully.

   "What a disgusting name." Napoleon slowly opened his eyes. "Are you supposed to go back to the bedroom, Georgian?"

"You are a good person." Pomona said. "Do you know what is the most important thing for you to put down the Cairo rebellion? It's not because of how good your command is, or because you threatened with cannons, but because the locals guide you, you let They have lived a better life than before, and they are very supportive of you."

"You are wrong." Napoleon said. "The consequences of their fear of offending me are because they fear me. I am Caesar and Hannibal. I am the one who made them afraid. The rebels are not afraid of Kleber. My sister became a widow. They are ruthless women, she doesn't feel sad at all."

  "Do you know that many people love you," Pomona said sadly.

   "I only know that many people want me to die." Napoleon said coldly, "Assassinating me is not a crime, but a charity act."

  The water in the bathtub began to turn black, and Pomona seemed to witness the degeneration of a good person.

She could just watch him a little bit like in history, becoming Augustus, Roman emperor, dictator, divorcing Josephine for the issue of heirs, marrying someone who doesn’t love him at all, just treating herself as politics Austrian princess in marriage tool.

  Where is the glory of this kind of marriage?

   "Caesar, Octavian is not your biological son, why do you want him to be the first heir to your will?" Pomona said in an opera accent.

  "Aren't you against Rome?" Napoleon asked.

   "You don't ask me, who am I?" Pomona asked.

   "Who are you?" Napoleon asked with a smile.

"I am Medea, a princess who can cast spells. If you are going to be like Jason and dismiss me as an ordinary woman, I will avenge you, I will kill your new love, and you Precious heirs, cut them to pieces like Osiris, so that you can’t bring them back to life.” Pomona said viciously, “Are you willing to have one more friend, or one more time to count your enemies, so that you can’t peaceful?"

   "Why are you doing this?"

   "I just don't know how to face him in the future?" Pomona cried and said, "If he becomes like you, what should I do?"

  Napoleon did not answer her, only her crying in the bathroom.

  "This is just a dream, why do you even have so many constraints in your dreams?" he said after a moment.

   "This is what it feels like to be a woman." Pomona sobbed, "Obviously you are too busy at work and have no time to accompany her. Everyone is condemning her."

   "You should really listen to what she said about you." Napoleon said, "Sometimes your kindness and charity will not get the rewards it deserves."

"A saint said that we think that poverty is hunger, unclothed and no houses, but the greatest poverty is not being needed, not loving, and not cared for. The world's desire for love and identification exceeds the hunger for food. Thirsty, you are just hungry for too long."

   "What is the name of that saint?"

   "I can't tell you, she is the future for you."

"she was?"

   "I can give you a nickname." Pomona changed the subject, "I call my husband the prince, I can call you a lion, you are my lion, not a lion in the wilderness."

   "You call me once."

  She couldn't speak a little bit.

   "My lion." She whispered, feeling particularly uncomfortable.

  The little devil smiled, the black water in the bathtub became clear again, and she turned her gaze before she saw what she shouldn’t.

   "Sometimes I really don't understand what you scholars are thinking. I clearly admire Greek civilization, but I don't dare to be naked." Napoleon said contemptuously, "It's really a hypocrite who talks about one thing and does another thing."

  Yes, Greece promotes nudity, which can avoid the imagination generated by clothing obscuration, thereby reducing the production of **** desire, but do you dare? You dare? Do you dare not wear a piece of clothing next to the public?

   "I'll call your footman over." She made an excuse to run away.

   "Go." He said simply, "It's a terrible idea to let you rub your back."

  So she ran away like oiling the soles of her feet.

  (End of this chapter)