Chapter 1908 "The Throat Cut"

   "Will the person you mentioned really come?" Lucius asked.

   "I don't know." Severus replied blankly.

  At this moment, they were under the tree he had marked, and there was no one but the three of them around, let alone ambush.

  In fact, there are not many animals in the French forests. They are almost all hunted by humans. In the forests, even the sounds of songbirds can hardly be heard.

"US……"

  Just as Severus was about to say to leave, there was the sound of two people's footsteps.

  It didn’t take long for two people to appear from behind the bushes. One was William and the other was dressed as a literati. He looked like he was in his thirties, he looked good, and he was not tall.

  "Are you Mr. Smith?" said the stranger, staring at the handsome Lucius Malfoy.

   "No." Lucius pointed at Severus with his stick. "He is Mr. Smith."

  The stranger turned his gaze to Severus.

  "Nice to meet you, Smith." The man offered to reach out to Severus. "I am Robert Stewart. You can call me Robert."

   "Or the Viscount Castlele." William said on the side, "He is a friend of the'Member', now the Minister of Education, and is currently visiting French school reforms."

  Severus didn’t touch the friendly hand. Lucius leaned over and said in his ear, “He was the head of the British delegation at the Vienna Conference. He was later replaced by Wellington.”

  Severus looked at the man again.

The Vienna Conference was a resolution signed nine days before the end of Waterloo on the shape of the European territory after the Napoleonic Wars. To put it another way, it would be to redraw the European map. This is what Napoleon said is the complete Marengo. If Marengo had it, he would If it loses, France must at least cut a large piece of land.

  As for how they knew the outcome of the battle nine days before the end of Waterloo, who knew? There may be a fortuneteller.

  Viscount Castlele was very calm and withdrew his hand.

   "Why are you coming back now?" William asked.

   "I have something to delay." Severus said coldly, "Can he believe it?"

   "I will return to London in two days. I think it is most appropriate for me to bring the letter." said Viscount Castleler.

   "He is with us." William looked at Severus. "Do you believe Bonaparte really wants peace?"

  Severus smiled, "You are much smarter than the invulnerable stupid brains we have encountered before. His so-called peace is only to pierce our throat with a knife."

   "It's interesting, who else did you lobby for?" William said with a sneer.

   "You have to be prepared, he may attack at any time." Severus said, "especially on foggy days."

   "Fog?" Viscount Castlele asked.

   "Have you seen a hot air balloon?" Severus asked.

   "Of course, that's for investigation." William interface said.

   "If the wind direction and weather are right, his secret forces will sneak attack on Buckingham Palace." Severus said, "What's his big move lately?"

   "Two things... he ordered someone to clean up the river in Bruges, and he also went to Belgium." Viscount Castlele said calmly.

   "Bruges?" Severus asked.

"It's just across from London, almost by a strait." William thought for a moment and said. "His cavalry director Nicolas Charles Udino is in charge of the command of the infantry division stationed in Bruges. The infantry Many people in the division have followed Napoleon to Egypt."

  "Do you think this is possible?" Viscount Castleler asked in disbelief.

   "I don't know, are you going to take a gamble?" Severus asked coldly.

  "Nelson had already gambled last time." Viscount Castleler took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat. "God, this is crazy."

  "The Italians also thought that the French came from heaven." William said dumbly.

  "Paratrooper, airborne division, where am I?" Haji smiled and said, "World War II?"

  Viscount Castlele and William looked at him inexplicably.

   "Anyway, remember to organize air defense. Another thing. I heard that the French are going to Peru to collect bird droppings?" Severus asked.

  "They found a guano mine in Peru." Viscount Castlele said.

  "They also found saltpetre mines in Peru." Severus said, "I know you have been controlling the export of saltpetre."

  "How did you know this news?" the Viscount asked.

   "I heard." Haji raised his hand. "There are two Russians talking. I can speak Russian."

   "The news you brought back is really scary, Mr. Smith." The viscount gasped.

   "You don't have to believe it." Severus said, "But if London falls, the responsibility is yours."

   "Don't hurry, don't you want to know what's going on with your wife?" William said just as Severus was about to leave.

  Severus stopped turning.

"I've never seen someone like him, showing her everywhere." William looked at Severus with pity. "She is indeed a beautiful woman, Edgar. People call her the British Cleopatra. La, or Helen of Troy, but we never asked her to do that. I don’t want the peace that comes in this way."

   "No one asked her to do that." Severus said coldly.

   "Then why is she? Because of those parties and gorgeous jewelry?" William asked angrily.

   "We have been fighting for fifteen years." Castleler said tiredly, "People and public opinion are calling for peace."

  William was so angry that he couldn't speak.

   "Where are you going when this is all over?" Castleler asked, "Maybe we can help."

   "Don't worry, we will take care of it ourselves." Lucius said with a smile.

   "Can you give us some space? Gentlemen." Castleler said.

  William, Lucius and Haji all walked away, leaving Castleler and Severus.

   "She is doing well, I think Bonaparte did not treat her materially, but she lost her freedom." Castleler said.

"What's the meaning?"

"One day, I went to the Paris Botanical Garden. Magellan got a bird of paradise as a gift from the chief after leading the ship to complete the expedition. Legend has it that this bird is only found in heaven, so it is also called the bird of paradise, Bonaparte. There is one in the greenhouse of, and it is still an extraordinary one, Giorgioanna... Bonaparte called her that. She said that this bird is called the twelve-string bird of paradise (seleucidesmelanoleucus) and it is called François. Marie Dordan’s French zoologist gave her to her care. Legend has it that when people ask for help from a locust plague, he will send these birds. No one knows where they come from and where they go. People never see them except when they need help. I don’t think Bonaparte will let this bird from heaven fly out of that beautiful cage so easily.” Castlerell said, “she just There, I felt like I was dreaming."

   Severus raised his wand, he took a wisp of silvery-white substance from Castlerell’s temple, and put it in a test tube.

   "What did you just do to me?" Castlerell asked.

  Severus glanced at him, then turned away.

  William walked over after he left with Haji and Lucius.

   "What do you think?" William asked.

   "Goodman, badluck." Castlerell said indifferently, "If you have a treasure, remember not to show it, especially if you don't have enough strength to protect her."

   "Do you think Bonaparte can do it? I mean air strikes." William asked.

   "He can't frighten us." After speaking, Castlerell turned and left, and the forest quickly restored harmony and tranquility.

  (End of this chapter)