Chapter 1598 Son of God Abandoned (1)

  The guards chased the red cap with a stick.

Georgiana couldn't bear to look straight away and didn't want to watch the scene. She just told them the content of the book. When encountering a fairy like a red hat, you can hit them with a stick. As a result, the guards laughed and put them in the horseback. The baguette inside was taken out.

As we all know, this kind of bread will be dry and dehydrated for two days and it will be hard enough to be a murder weapon. Its principle is similar to that of a mummy. Napoleon and the others encountered this kind of dilemma when they were in Egypt. There was wheat but no oven. When the wheat is fried or boiled in water, the taste is of course very bad.

  Then they invented this kind of hard bread. When you want to eat it, bubble it with water and bake it by the fire for a while and it will become soft again.

The nearby villagers were very happy when they heard that the passing army had wiped out the terrible hellhounds and drifting refugees for them. They took out wine, barbecue, and cheese to treat them warmly. Finally, their dinner was not like the previous one. Just roast chicken.

These villagers knew about Napoleon, but they didn’t know that the one who was drinking and chatting with them around the bonfire was Napoleon. Some people went to watch the **** dogs were cremated, and some others were holding grass rakes and other farm tools, and they walked to the cemetery so murderously. .

  The age of the people of Brittany may be two centuries away, and they are not against lynching. This is also a kind of "country customs." When the refugees and robbers are in groups, in order to prevent the village from being destroyed, the villagers will agree to the requirements of the robbers. Now that they are crowded, it is their turn to find the refugees and the robbers for revenge.

  This shows how well Bernadotte has done his work in suppressing the West.

The repression of the republican generals and the repression of the nobles in the Middle Ages is still a bit different. It will not be that all the anti-thief’s heads will be chopped off or hanged, and there will be a trial process. Some people’s crimes are not very serious. Was imprisoned, and this prison is actually the Mont Saint-Michel Abbey in Manche.

During the French Revolution, especially during the reign of terror, because prisons were not enough, even schools like the Scottish Church College were converted into prisons. However, Georgiana did not expect that this landmark of the Allied victory during World War II and Jerusalem, The Vatican’s famous holy place will be converted into a prison, and it is still in use.

  This monastery was not contributed by Britain during the Hundred Years' War between Britain and France, nor was it captured during the French War of Religion. Instead, it was captured by a group of civilians whose military quality was far less than that of professional soldiers during the French Revolution.

Hugo once said that Mont Saint Michel is as important to France as the Great Pyramid is to Egypt. At the beginning, Mont Saint Michel was not an island. There were forests around it. Later it was swallowed by some inexplicable force. At high tide, it will be surrounded by sea water, and at low tide, it will become a mudflat covered with mud. Since the eighth century, Mont Saint-Michel has become a center of pilgrimage.

  Georgiana once learned that people in the government once turned the Church of Our Lady into a gaming center, and they turned the holy place into a prison. It’s no wonder that Caprara insisted on apologizing to the opposition priests.

There is a church in Rouen to commemorate Joan of Arc. Joan was originally a girl from a remote village, but she is not a village girl with nothing like Charlotte who killed Mara. She has a farm at home and also There are 50 acres of land. However, when she was 16 years old, she claimed to have met the archangel Michele under a big tree. After receiving "God's revelation," she asked her to lead troops to regain France, which was occupied by the English at the time.

Mont Saint-Michel was originally a place for Celtic sacrifices. In the 8th century, a priest had a dream. Archangel Michel pointed his finger on the priest’s forehead during the thunder and lightning. Suddenly, the priest woke up from his dream and touched the depression on his forehead, and then began to build a church on Mont Saint-Michel.

  Dream in ancient Egypt was a way to meet the gods. Spices were not only used for seasoning, but also items used in worship ceremonies. Josephine approached Lei Norman to predict and saw a crown of cloves. Cloves were also the spice that triggered **** wars.

  Josephine is very feminine, elegant, and the lilac crown is so poetic and romantic. It looks like Georgiana, it is actually a bear's paw-shaped seasoning dish. Now she knows that the ship is the worst symbol of Paris.

  If the priest dreamed of the archangel Michele amidst lightning and thunder, then Georgianna felt as if she was in lightning and thunder even though she was bathed in the moonlight of the full moon at this moment.

  This feeling is different from the previous feeling that lingers in her heart and feels that she is aimed at any time, but a feeling that is as difficult to control as trying to control a ship sailing in a stormy sea.

  "咩～"

  She first saw the Valais sheep "Sean" she raised. This black-faced lamb was walking towards Mont Saint-Michel on the green grass.

   was one at first, and then a group. Then she saw the sheep turned into human beings. They were wearing black and white striped prison clothes, pushing a huge wheel, 5 meters in diameter, which looked like a wheel of fortune.

  However, this wheel is actually just a winch. Its function is to hoist the trolley that the prisoners need to live along the slide outside the church. It used to be the monks who pushed the wheel, but now the monks have been driven away, and the prisoners are the ones who pushed the wooden wheel.

"What are you thinking?"

   "I was thinking, are the prisoners' clothes in black and white stripes?" Giorgioanna asked Napolioni.

  He looked at her like a strange person.

   "Azkaban's prison clothes must be black and white stripes." Georgiana said again, "What color is the prisoner's clothes now?"

   "How did you think of going there?" Napolioni asked incredulously.

  Georgiana wanted to say that she saw the “scenery”, but if she really said that, she might be sent to a lunatic asylum.

   "I heard that the high tide under Mont Saint-Michel is the highest during the new and full moons." She pointed to the moon in the sky. "I think it must be beautiful to see the high tide of Saint-Michel under the moonlight."

"At a speed like today, we will have to ride for two days to get there." Bonaparte said. "Then it will take another two days from Saint Malo to Rouen. After arriving at Evreux, we will spend another day. We are in Rouen."

   "I know." Georgiana stared at his blue eyes and said, "I don't want you to be Peping either."

"what?"

  "The army is waiting for you. The church is actually not that reliable. You don't need to lay down your established goals and go on a pilgrimage so far in order to show your piety."

  Napolioni was expressionless.

  "Caesar belongs to Caesar, and God belongs to God, but the reason why Caesar became Caesar is because he has the support of the army."

   "What were you doing just now?" Napolioni asked.

   "The lamb you gave me, do you think it is a black sheep or an white sheep?"

  He laughed, "Is that why you are afraid of it?"

   "And it's still a goat." Georgiana twisted his ancient Greek nose boldly. "Why did you give me such a troublesome gift."

  In the end, he laughed and picked her up and circling on the grass.

  Wait until he turned dizzy and panting, then put her down, and then he hugged her and kissed.

"The whole of Europe can't stop me from getting Valais." He gasped, as if climbing to the top of a thin-air mountain, "but that place has nothing but snow-capped mountains and glaciers. I can only send you sheep. ."

  Georgina hopes that she will not be wrong. Does he want to give her the best things in Europe?

"I think everyone is equal before the law. Everyone wants a fair judgment. Just like when we accept the final judgment, God will not have any favoritism or favoritism because of our origin and the difference between the rich and the poor." She was a little sad and said, "This may be more difficult than the average distribution of wealth, Leon, it is precisely because someone has committed a crime and does not want to be punished to go to **** to buy atonement.

"Nant's pardon was issued by Henry IV in 1598. He forgiven the Huguenots’ freedom of belief. In 1560, he took these Huguenots and the Catholic army to fight here, and that issued to expel the Huguenots. The pardon of the believers was signed by Louis XIV in Fontainebleau. You remember it wrong, teacher." He held her face and said to her, "Louis XIV gave her a pardon to abolish the pardon of Nantes, these Protestants The craftsmen fled to England, and they became the forces of the British Industrial Revolution."

   "You persuaded the pope to agree to the marriage of Protestants and Catholics for this reason?"

"No." He said with a smile. "It's us. The Prince of Wales also has a share. He also wants to marry a Catholic woman. I heard your Protestant canon. Drunks are abandoned by God, right? Not only can they not hold weddings, but also Baptism cannot be held."

   "But we still can't help but want to drink." Georgiana said with a smile.

   "Don't think about being saved and going to heaven." He said in her ear, "How about having fun with us in time?"

  Georgiana looked at the people holding the bonfire party over there, and couldn’t help shaking her head, “It’s crazy.”

   Immediately after, she was dragged to dance by the campfire.

  Brittany was once occupied by the British, and the country folk danced in an English style, and the accompaniment instruments were bagpipes and lutes.

  But she still prefers the music of the third-class cabin of the Titanic, how do you say? That kind of rhythm is strong enough, the music is still too slow now, and jumping is still not enjoyable enough.

  Later she thought, hey, those musicians are Irish, so she left her dancing partner and started teaching those musicians to play "real Irish music."

  The musicians didn't understand what she was talking about. They just watched a woman gesticulate to them in amazement, and then she was caught by the laughing Bonaparte and danced.

  They looked at each other, shrugged helplessly, and continued to play the music they usually played in the harvest festival on the edge of the ancient battlefield.

  (End of this chapter)