Chapter 2362 protegodiabolica (middle)

   In 1793, when the Jacobins came to power, almost all churches in France were closed and turned into "Temple of Reason", and even a woman dressed as a goddess was carried into Notre Dame de Paris.

   At the same time the Reign of Terror began, and after Louis XVI, Marie Antoinette was guillotined.

The level of unrest created by this revolution forced even the wizards who were hiding in the crowd to become exiles, and the ones who didn't run, like the Duke Vincent de Tayfleur-Pique, almost died, and who had been carried during the plague When they came out, the skeleton of Saint Genevieve, who served as the protection of Paris, was also burned, and only a part of the priests remained.

   That debate in Bavaria was best known for the "defenders of witchcraft" who classified all diseases as witchcraft, arguing that witches were responsible for diseases such as the Black Death.

It happened in 1766, and for those living in the 21st century, it was part of "history", but now it's like a nightmare come true for Georgiana, especially among the "exorcists" who participated in the polemic A still alive situation.

Like Mary of Second Salem, she wanted to reveal the existence of the wizarding world for the purpose of "cleansing", not to share the fun and mystery of magic, but then newspaper tycoon Henry Shaw didn't care about her at all, thinking she was a Crazy, eccentric, and even Langdon, who believed in them, was despised.

  Sometimes people don't believe that magic is a good thing for wizards, that despite being "forgotten", it is at least safe.

   She is a witch who loves food magic, and her main "enemy" is the carnivorous slug in the vegetable garden, which is really scary.

   Exhausted, Georgiana returned to the suite, and on the way she met Bonaparte's adjutant, who seemed to have just come out of Bonaparte's room.

   She originally wanted to just go back to the suite to rest, but changed her mind halfway through and went to his suite.

  The door was open, and he could be seen talking to Rapp. After a while, they finished talking, and Rapp came out. She took the opportunity to walk in and closed the door.

   As if she didn't exist, he turned and went to the desk to read the papers.

   She looked at his back and pursed her lips.

   "Why didn't you ask me?"

   "Ask you what?"

"'How's your day'?"

   "I'm having a good time." He pretended to be stupid and said, "Thank you for your concern."

   "I asked you to ask, 'How are you doing today'."

   "Didn't you just ask?"

   She was furious.

   Then he put down the file and turned around with a smile.

   "Come here, you little fool."

   She saw his open arms and went over without hesitation. She really needs hugs now.

   "You came back alone?" he asked.

   "The Austrian diplomat sent me back," she said glumly.

   "What did he tell you?" he asked pretending to be unintentional.

   "He'll give me a house in Venice if I'll do him a favor."

   "What are you busy with?"

   She didn't say anything about Silesia.

"Did you know that there are Pietists in Brussels? They were originally Beguinage friars. After Joseph II's reform, their church was closed, so they bought a house in a nearby street and continued their religious life. "I know there are a lot of people who can't adjust to the harsh life of a convent, but there's at least a roof that's sheltered from the wind and rain, and a warm bed and food, and for some women there's nothing more important than security." She Whispered, "It doesn't matter to them whether the monastery is Catholic or devotional."

   He didn't make a sound.

   "When I get to Brussels, I'm going to live in a convent."

   He still didn't make a sound.

   She felt a little strange, broke free from her arms and looked at him, he was thinking seriously.

"I did not mean……"

   "I've sent the gendarmerie to Alsace." He let go. "They'll go catch the robbers."

   She didn't really want to discuss these things, but she still said casually, "Is it a secret mission? That's right, there is a wanted wizard who needs to be arrested, and I want to send him with them."

   He nodded, but instead of going about his business, he grabbed her hand.

  To be honest, she didn't want to say such **** things in such a warm atmosphere.

   "Don't be too late," she said softly, trying to take her hand away from him.

   "Have you had dinner yet?" he asked suddenly.

   "Have eaten outside."

   "What to eat?"

"French fries."

"that's it?"

   "Of course more than..." She quickly realized what he was asking. "Farron seems to be a little jealous of Bertin and goes back to the way he used to be. Besides, he and I talked about some philosophical issues."

   "Does he want to go back too?"

   "I think he's had enough of a life of displacement." Georgiana sighed. "He's old, Leon."

   "But I see that this retired old man is still so enthusiastic about social activities." He sarcastically.

   "You don't want him to interfere in social activities?"

   "You told him I sent people to Hamburg?"

   She nodded.

   "He's not like Ross Bertin, you understand?" he said gravely.

   She still nodded.

   He looked at her suspiciously.

   "Do you know why witch hunts are primarily targeted at witches?" asked Georgiana. "Witches are far better off than us."

   "I don't like this analogy, but you can understand it." He let go of his hand. "Josephine won't refuse people, she will agree when others ask for it. Besides the one just now, what else did you promise to others?"

   She hesitated.

"Slavery is still maintained in some parts of Germany. In the 17th century they sold Turkish captives as slaves, and the female family, like Andromack, became the son of Achilles who killed her husband Hector. The female slave, if there is such a day, I will drink poison by myself, and it is not important to me to restore the country, I can't bear the burden of humiliation like her, even if I die, I will be a free person." She paused. Dayton, and added, "I'm against slavery, Leon, but I..."

   "What did others ask you to do?" he asked sternly.

   "Mr. Wilberforce asked me to protect Toussaint Louverture's wife, Mr. Wilberforce was a friend of William Pitt Jr..."

   Bonaparte became irritable, and walked up and down on his waist.

   "Am I worse than Josephine?" she said with a wry smile.

   "You think I'm going to lose?" he asked calmly.

   She did not speak.

   "Otherwise why do you think I'll be Hector?"

   "I don't like heroes." She said calmly, "Heroes die early, but I hate slave traders more."

   He looked at her with lion-like amber eyes.

"I used to say to my kids, 'Do the right thing because it's right', but when I got here, I realized that sometimes people have to distinguish between the right things and the terrible things, and good intentions can also do bad things , and against slavery for my own sake..."

   "You think you're going to be sold?" He teased and smiled.

   "I may not, others may not."

   "You will be locked up, like a private collection." He suddenly said, "But I can't help but want to bring it out and show it off to others."

   She wasn't too surprised.

   "Why aren't you surprised?"

   "I've heard that."

"Have you heard this?" He leaned over and said, "She walks in the brilliance of beauty, like the night, clear and cloudless, and the sky is full of stars, and the most beautiful colors of all light and darkness are presented in her appearance and autumn waves, The soft light radiating from heaven is only too flashy, adding or subtracting a light and dark would damage this indescribable beauty, which ripples in her jet-black hair, or spreads a faint radiance."

   He hooked her chin with his fingers.

   "The face, the quiet thoughts, pointed to its pure and precious origin, the bright cheeks so gentle, calm, and emotional, the charming smile, the brilliance of the face all speak of a kind life."

   "My hair is not black," she whispered.

   "Nothing is perfect, the elf of midnight." He kissed her.

   Actually, she wanted to tell him that she knew that this poem was written by Byron, but she had only read it, and no one had read it to her.

   She couldn't describe the difference between the two in words, but she would not be willing to pay so much for that short-lived pleasure in order to listen to others sing her praises.

  Because this deal is too uneconomical.

   (end of this chapter)