Chapter 1278 The Scale of Everything (Part 1)

  "Please sit down." Lyle Meyer said to the guests.

  There are two chairs opposite his desk.

   "I think Mr. Courier means you can sit down, Kreacher." Severus said to the old house-elf.

  Kreacher looked at the humans around him, and they all looked at it with calm eyes.

   "Kreacher wants to stand even more," said the old elf, rubbing his scrawny paws.

  Severus ignored it and found a chair to sit down.

   "What are his conditions?" Severus asked straightforwardly.

  "First of all, let me state our position first." Lyell said, "As a neutral party, if you have any conditions and requirements, we can also convey..."

   "It looks like you don't seem to be so anxious for a map." Severus interrupted Lyle with a sneer. "What promise did he give you?"

   "Another woman, Lily with red hair." Lyle leaned back in his chair. "He can bring her back."

   "It's impossible." Severus looked at Lyle with a sullen face.

"Let me calculate an account for you, Mr. Snape, our one minute here is equivalent to eight hours in another world, one day is three minutes, one hour is 20 days, our day is almost equal to one over there. In 2012, wait 6 years before the entrance to the passage opens. She is no longer the woman you know, and you will not get any benefits if you do not accept his conditions."

   "You want to tell me that this world is heaven?" Severus laughed weirdly.

  Lyle smiled, "You have also heard that Eastern legend."

"If you spend a day in heaven, you will have to spend a year in the world. The gods who live in heaven are like immortality, and there are regular banquets, but there are still many fairies who want to go to the earth. I am willing to try like them. "Severus said slowly.

  "You should listen to some kind reminders from others. She warned you that it was a trap. Why are you taking risks?"

   "When she comes back, I will listen to everything she says, except for one thing." Severus stood up. "She can't even care about Muggle life and death."

   "Even if the Dark Lord returns and executes the reign of terror seven years ago?"

  Severus turned and left.

   "I hope you can keep a clear head next time you come, Mr. Snape." Lyle said slowly, "Is there only one elf in your entourage now?"

   "Call out the elf yesterday, I can't believe it."

  "We have already disciplined Polkadot..."

   "Do you dare to stay here alone? Kreacher?" Severus interrupted Lyle again.

   Kreacher looked at the humans around him, bending down humbly.

   "Kreacher respects his master's orders."

"Let that Polka teach Kreacher the magic of yesterday, and I will help you find a map." Severus stared at Lyle and said, "No matter what benefits he promises you, you can't believe what the shameless guy said, I It’s you who need a clear mind."

"If the Dark Lord is not resurrected, I will not take the conditions he said, Lily, as the same thing." Lyle deliberately repeated the name. "That is against the rules. I have encountered it in my long life. Many people like you think that as long as you call back your lover, everything will be the same as before. I don’t want to say that, young man, that veel mixed blood brings you shame, you will always think about her experience. What, Lily brings you glory."

   "You say one more word." Severus looked at Lyle with red eyes.

   "She's not clean anymore, I think pure bloods like'pure'." Lyle sneered.

  Severus smiled, turned and left.

  After he left, the smile on Lyle's face disappeared.

   "Take our guests down." Lyle ordered.

  A ginger-haired wizard took Kreacher out of the study.

  When Kreacher was gone, Lyle let out a long sigh.

   "I don't think it's a wise decision to provoke such a person." Nadia walked to Lyle and said respectfully.

   "We can't be an ally with him." Lyle said, "It is not as easy to gain his trust as true hostility to show false friendship at this time."

   "You may think I am weak, but I was scared just now." Nadia tremblingly said.

   "Are you sure you are afraid, not in love with him?" Lyle said flatly.

  Nadia takes a step back in fright.

   "There are many reasons to make the heart beat wildly. I can understand you, Nadia, but I want to remind you that it is a waste to put emotions in that person, and he will not fall in love with you."

   "Is it because I'm old?" Nadia said with an uneven breath, "Or is it because I'm not as pretty as her?"

   "I teach you knowledge because I hope you can use your brain to think... go on." Lyle said, holding back his anger.

  Nadia was dissatisfied and left.

After    waited for the study door to close again, Lyle opened the drawer and took out a letter from the inside. There was a Deathly Hallows, or the logo of Grindelwald, in the lower right corner of the letter.

   "Unexpectedly, I also lost to you in teaching students." Lyle smiled bitterly, "I really have grown so many years old."

  Lyle said, closing his eyes, covering the position of his heart, as if immersed in a memory, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

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   "What are you doing!" Mr. Sharptal, Miss Georgiaanna's new guardian, threw the edible plant brochure that had just been printed on his desk.

   Judging from his tone and expression, Georgiana is certainly not a compliment.

Since the lord    has said to open a sugar factory, even if the dairy factory is unhappy, she has to vacate the office for her to use.

  She knows nothing about sugar beet sugar, and she can only start planning when Sharptal arrives. As a result, he got out of the carriage and yelled at Georgiana as soon as he arrived in his office.

If this is an ordinary 20-year-old girl, she would have been crying and crying, but Georgiana has noticed a detail. Some people like the gorgeous style of the Bourbon court, and some people like to wear black suits. This is everyone's own identity. Although Jean Antoine Sharptal is a cultural man, he has a military demeanor. This may be because he is a gunpowder chemist.

Britain controls saltpeter. France needs new chemical methods to make gunpowder. In addition to educational reforms and food purchases, Sharptal, the "heavy minister", should be very busy, but he still took the time to look at the places he wants to guard. Written booklet.

   "What's the problem?" She swallowed.

  "You didn't indicate which of these plants are edible as a whole and which are not." Sharptal knocked on the pamphlet and said sternly, "Is there any patients who can't eat certain ingredients? Do you think there are only healthy people among the hungry?"

  Georgiana just remembered that some people are allergic to nuts, but fortunately, there is no mass printing, otherwise they will be in big trouble.

   "Thank you for your advice." She immediately said humbly, "I didn't think about it well."

  The angry Mr. Sharptal's face is still ugly, but his tone is not as aggressive as before.

  After all, she is a girl, and men tend to be more gentle and restrained in front of girls.

  He listed some notes again, wrote it as a list and handed it to Georgiana, and then he started to talk to her about the raw materials for sugar making.

  Sugar cane sugar is made solely by squeezing, and beet sugar is made by extraction, but also by storage and stacking. Rambouillet’s sugar factory is only a pilot, and real industrialized sugar factories will be opened in other cities.

  The Corsican’s ambition is to open sugar factories in Frankfurt and Magdeburg. He said that he had dreamed that he had been to the banks of the Main River and there was a doe walking along the shore.

  The picture he described is beautiful, but he was slapped by Georgiana. He still doesn't know why he was beaten.

  She doesn't understand chemical industry, but she expects that if the equipment is adjusted a little, the civilian sugar factory can be turned into a military gunpowder factory. She also saw in spy novels that agents can use sugar to make bombs, but at this time she hopes she doesn't understand much.

  Milk, sugar, and nuts would be assembled into chocolate, cakes and candies in her mind. Napoleon thought of gunpowder, taxes, and war. They are not a world person.

  Authorities often have a haughty temper. Buying food requires dealing with data. The socially standing and respected Sharptal is replaced by a speculator. It is normal for him to be angry.

If he changed to another minister, Bonaparte would not pay attention at all. He had seen Georgian the way he taught the minister, but he had asked Georgiana to coax the minister, who had done a bad job, and Sharptal seemed to be unwilling. Not really angry about being replaced, the man's friendship is really puzzling.

July 14th is the anniversary of the founding of the Republic. On that day, Lambrier’s feast will also be held. Bonaparte will award medals to those who have made outstanding contributions to the Republic. The task given to her by the "Commander-in-Chief" is to persuade her. Sharptal accepts this honor.

  Ordinary people are vying for what they want, but Sharptal refuses. Who says that women’s hearts are hard to guess, and men’s hearts are also hard to guess.

  She was indoctrinated with a lot of things, and then Sharptal left the chair that hadn’t been hot yet and went outside to look for land suitable for building a new factory.

   "Can sugar beets be grown in summer?" Georgiana muttered to herself in a daze. It seemed that she had to allocate a part of the cultivated land to open a nursery.

  "Are you so busy?" As she passed the stairs, she heard Bonaparte's voice.

  "Are you so free?" She stared at the first ruling who was wearing black casual clothes and standing against the wall.

  He is really young. The accountant of the dairy factory is about the same age as him, but his status is very different.

  He hooked her finger with his finger.

  "Want me not?"

  She looked into his deep eyes, and it was difficult to associate this gentleman with the **** of war on the battlefield.

   "What are you looking at?" He said to her with a bewildered smile.

   "I'm distinguishing whether you are a **** or a devil." She whispered.

   "Come here, I have a gift for you."

  "It's working time now."

   "I think the factory manager will definitely agree to let you rest for a while." The rich **** said triumphantly.

  She wanted to see what tricks he would play.

   So took the documents in his hand and followed him.

  (End of this chapter)