Chapter 2312 Lakeside

In 1672, when William III of Orange became Grand Prix and Admiral of the Navy, a mob stormed the prison in The Hague, where the Dewitt brothers were being held, and they were also torn to pieces and their mutilated bodies hung on the gallows. superior.

  The chance of this happening in a group is very rare, but it's not uncommon for a crime scene, where Jack the Ripper dismembered 5 women on the street, and there were many people who wanted to "help" catch him.

   Hunting is one of the instincts of human beings. After all, humans are not herbivores. In fact, some people do enjoy killing, but some people like to hunt foxes, and some people’s goal is the same kind.

Serial killers are often very good at hiding, and even people who don't look like killers at all, Switzerland's "last witch" fell in love with the man of her working family, and when she wanted to make the relationship public, for her own sake Fame and status, that man and the church planned to "judicial murder" her.

Many of the "witches" tended to be marginalized people, then there were the landlady and the lender, the old woman who spoke to Georgiana at the meeting was the widow of a financier, Mrs. Bolsky, who joined Industrial Credit Bank.

   Bella also has a lot of people who hate her, but she is strong enough, whoever dares to provoke her, she will use the Cruciatus or the Avada Suo to deal with it.

  Bella is a "real" witch, and witches like her have been "domesticated".

Before Joseph II, Maria Theresa also reformed Belgium, but she was very cautious in her reforms. She did not disturb the security of the Austrian Netherlands, but improved the prison, and prisoners could sleep in A single room, not a collective cage, and must also do certain work.

   She was deeply influenced by Frederick the Great of Prussia, advocated enlightened autocracy, promoted scientific and technological practice and theoretical research, and also established the Imperial Royal Academy of Arts and Sciences in Brussels, with British expatriate Nedham as the dean.

After the suppression of the Jesuits, the "Thearesia School" was also established. The courses were French literature and natural science. People have come out of the feudal and theological times. Georgiana's speech at the meeting was not like a "kind-hearted" at all. woman" what to say

   In the era of Charles V, he had a doctor named Andre Vesalius by his side, who was also the founder of modern anatomy. He was born in Brussels, his great-grandfather, grandfather, and father were all imperial physicians. Vesalius studied art at the University of Leuven, and later went to the University of Paris to study medicine. Since then, he has performed autopsies at the Saint Infant Cemetery in Paris.

He then moved to Padua and, with the permission of the judge, began to dissect the corpses of prisoners, and in 1543 he presided over a public autopsy of a notorious criminal from Basel, Switzerland, with the help of other doctors, The man was made into a specimen and donated to the University of Basel.

   In order to avoid her being labeled a "bloody" nickname, Bonaparte used this story to help her round the ground at the meeting. Habsburg rule is also missed, and some Belgians want to restore it.

   Actually, who doesn't want to be a gentle, kind, pure, lovely and elegant woman?

"Witches" will use herbs to treat patients. Women have been in charge of picking since ancient times, and men are in charge of hunting. They need to identify plants and use them. Let the patient suffer less. Therefore, "witches" often act as civilian doctors, which is much more effective than bloodletting and sprinkling holy water.

   Another one is a fortune teller. When people know that their future fate is not going well, they will seek advice from witches. Caroline had given her an idea to ask Napoleon to find a young girl, and Josephine would pretend to be pregnant when she became pregnant.

   "Witch" is to provide solutions to solve current problems. Of course, these "evil" can cause people discomfort, people with pure souls will feel this way, and now she feels that no matter how many times she takes a bath, she can't get clean, especially in the Margaret Palace in Austria last time. When taking a bath, the bath water turned red and looked like a basin full of blood.

   Is there something that can purify her?

   She wanted to fall asleep like this forever, or just never wake up, but a passing wizard put a potion on her lips and tried to wake her up.

   She didn't really like the Muggle princes in the fairy tales that much, they reminded her of Rohart, and it would be "perfect" to ride a white horse.

   "What are you dreaming about?"

   "Idiot."

   she said subconsciously, then opened her eyes.

   It was already dawn, and Bonaparte, in his grey coat, was standing beside her bed.

   "Get up, let's go horseback riding," he said softly.

   "What time is it?" she said desperately, she wanted to sleep a little longer, it was so cold outside.

  He stopped her from covering her head with a quilt, dragged her out of the warm bed, put a thick cloak on her, and led her out of the bedroom.

   There was only one horse in the yard. He first let her ride on it, then he got on the horse himself, put his arms around her from behind, pulled the reins and drove the horse away.

   Just like the heroic storyline in old-fashioned movies, after the hero saves the beauty, the two ride away together.

   It was still very early, and there were only a few people loading and unloading goods at the market at the door. They were stunned and stunned when they saw this scene.

   "I just don't understand why Margaret wants to build the palace in this place?" Georgiana complained.

   Bonaparte ignored her and rode his horse out of the city to the outskirts, not an industrial area, but to a lake.

   The fog in the morning hadn't dissipated, and there was a biting chill. The lake water was black, reminding her of the Black Lake.

   She looked at the lake quietly, thinking of the mermaids in the lake. She used to be in the lake with them and peek at the humans in the "fish tank".

   "Beautiful?" asked Bonaparte.

   "Yes." She awoke from the dream, when Bonaparte dismounted and reached out to take her down again.

   She ignored his outstretched arm and dismounted herself.

   Then she took off her slippers and tested the water temperature with her feet, and it was not unbearably cold, then she took off her cloak and coat.

   "Remember to keep watch," she told him before diving into the icy water.

   She cast herself a bubble head spell in the water, and then she felt like a player in the Triwizard Tournament. The topic of this level was to find precious things.

  The lake water is very clean. She kept diving, but she only saw things like water plants. There were no drowning people, treasures, or underground ruins, but she found a sword stuck in the mud.

  Belgium has always been a battlefield. It is not unusual to have such an ancient weapon, but if she fished it out of the water, wouldn't it be the same as the "sword in the stone"?

   With a prank, she pulled it out from the bottom of the lake, but the sword was completely rusted. As soon as she drew the hilt, the scabbard seeped a red liquid that looked like blood.

She hurried back, fearing that it would catch up to her, and when she put her head out of the lake, the cold wind made her tremble. She looked at the horses on the shore and Bonaparte in a gray coat, no longer in the mood for mischief, and threw the hilt of the sword. back to the lake.

   There should be a clean place in this world, free from any trace of blood and filth. If she had not moved that sword just now, this morning swim would have been a good memory.

   She came to the shore along the gentle slope, and Bonaparte stretched out his hand and pulled her up.

   "What are you looking at?" she said with a smile, at this point he looked so stupid.

   "I'm watching Wendini, the water elf." He said in admiration, "The creator is really amazing."

   She felt offended.

   "Can you tell me what I did to offend you?"

   She wanted to be angry, but couldn't.

   She herself can't accept his "butcher" status. Maybe one day he committed so many crimes that no one can forgive him. Can she still be so at ease to go to St. Hena for "vacation"?

   There are many families that have become incomplete, if he is doing well, what about the pain of other people who have lost their families?

   "The last time you told me about retirement, does it count?" she asked.

   He looked at her slightly surprised.

   "Answer me," she demanded.

   "Forget it." He said earnestly, "But if the country needs me, I will serve again."

   "What kind of retirement are you?"

   "We didn't mention retirement that day. What are you angry about?"

   Her mind was a mess, and she couldn't think of how to express it.

   "You think I'm controlling you?" he said with an epiphany.

   Right and wrong.

   "You're **** me off!" She punched him so hard that he stood still and she could punch him as he pleased.

   "Are you still angry?" he asked when she was beaten to the point of exhaustion.

   She still ignored him.

   He shook his head.

   "Let's go, go back." Then he picked up her clothes and threw them to her "Quickly put them on, don't catch a cold."

   She stuck her tongue out at him, then put on her clothes. The dressing gown soaked up water and became wet. She used a quick-drying spell, and it dried out quickly.

   Then she stepped on his hand and got on the horse, and when he got on the horse, they went back the same way.

   (end of this chapter)