Chapter 2448 Cecal Zone (2)

   Today I saw a mother begging with a baby on the side of the road, I went up to talk to her, but she only spoke German. I had learned German in the military academy before, and I had been to Germany a few times, but I couldn't say a word or remember it. Fortunately, some of my fellow travelers spoke German.

   The woman was the wife of a soldier whose husband died in the war, and now she is alone and looking for a better refuge. I asked her if she planned to raise the baby in her arms alone, and she handed me a letter. It was the last letter her husband wrote to her, and he said he loved her, and he loved her only to the death, but there was no mention of asking her to raise their children.

   Then the woman told me that she knew it was difficult to raise a child on her own, but she had no plans to give the child to an orphanage and start over. In the past, she felt that if she was reduced to begging on the street, she might as well die, but now this child is her hope to continue to support.

I think the quality of the child is entirely up to the mother. When I saw Eugene and Ortens, I knew that Josephine was a good woman. They were different from my family. They were not only polite and thoughtful, but Ortens was sometimes afraid of me. Don't dare tell me what she wants. Unlike her mother, Josephine's indiscreet waste can sometimes lead to a cluttered home.

   Every time we quarrel, she will be a little more restrained, but after a long time she will still spend randomly until you show up.

   The first time I saw you, I remembered Egypt again and again, and the magnificent tomb in Cairo.

   I will see you later, you are like the prophet described by Voltaire, your light is dazzling.

   An admirable liar is not because of how scheming he is, or how well-planned and well-planned, but because he inspires the people and changes the face of the world.

Our trip has brought a great drama to Europe. In the opera last night, the most anticipated thing was not the love of the hero and heroine, or the wisdom of Selstrom and the light he represented. It's a song that the Queen of the Night sings for revenge.

   You told me that you saw a smile on Maria's sculpture because she had a brave son, and I asked the woman again if she planned to let the child grow up to avenge his father. I don't see resentment or forgiveness in her face, I only see my own face in her eyes.

   I think she hated me at that moment, not because she knew who I was, but because I disturbed her peace, she just had to wait for me to leave and everything would be restored.

   Those who cherish the "have" and seize the "have" with all their strength are those who are unable to protect the "have", on the contrary, those who continue to pursue the "have not", but the treasure is thrown to them.

   I was once puzzled, to what extent should humans be obsessed with fame and fortune? Now it seems that people chasing fame and fortune is not a bad thing.

   You don't want that, but something more difficult and intimidating. Rumors have started to circulate. When assigning roles, I gave you the most eye-catching role. Are you afraid that I will leave you at this time?

  Georgianna folded the letter.

   "Madam..." Ferrier said in a panic.

"what?"

   "The letter... ignited."

  Georgianna looked at her hand, and sure enough the letter was lit. She couldn't remember whether it was the fire opal ring or her own magic that ignited it.

   She put out the fire before the letter burned out. Although the edge of the letter was gone, the content remained, and she gave it to Ferrier.

   "Who brought the letter?" asked Georgiana.

   "An Aachen peasant," said Ferrier.

   She covered her head and thought, Aachen is indeed a German-speaking area, and with his "charming" level now, he really needs to dress up.

   "Are you going to reply to him?" Ferrier asked.

   "My mind is in a mess right now, I don't know how to reply to him, let alone where others are." Georgiana said tiredly, "How long until the concert starts?"

   "You don't have to go," Ferrier said.

   "That won't do," she said with a smile. "Today's concert was attended by Mr. Dipper."

  Ferrier did not speak.

   "Are you afraid?" asked Georgiana.

   "What are you afraid of?"

   "I asked you to keep so much information."

  Ferrier hesitated and shook her head.

   "The private secretary of the First Government also kept a lot of his top-secret information, and he was not afraid."

   "He's not like you, he's..."

   "Man." Ferrier interrupted her "I'm a woman."

  Georgianna did not speak.

   "Other than that, there is no difference between us. I can do what he can do."

"I have to tell you one thing." Georgiana sighed. "I had a meeting just now, and we were short of 26 million francs to cash out the securities, but if you sell Louisiana, you will have the money, you know what that means. what?"

  Ferrier did not speak.

   "It's the beginning of a large-scale slave trade. Even if the law prohibits it, there will still be people who do it. At the same time, Europe will fall into war again. At that time, I may not be able to protect myself, let alone protect you."

   "Is there no way not to sell it?"

"The bonds have been transferred several times in the market, and then they are in the hands of the 'enemy'. If we do not agree to their terms, others will come to collect the debt. Of course, we can also default on the debt, but France's credit rating will be difficult to maintain." Georgiana smiled bitterly, "How much do you think humans are obsessed with fame and fortune? Is chasing fame and fortune a good thing?"

  Ferrier did not answer.

   "No matter how much I save, how can I save 26 million francs." Georgiana stood up. "Why don't you ask me, why don't you protect you like Margaret?"

   "I'm not like her," Ferrier whispered.

   "Why is it different?"

  Ferrier gasped.

"We should help each other, you also need help from others." Georgiana said calmly, "Margaret and Matilda and my former maid Sophie are classmates, they still exchange letters, and I pay my salary. Very few, their expenses are borrowed from Sophie, how about yours?"

   "Before Leila came, I had almost no expenses. After she came, she gave me a lot of things."

   "Anyone else?" asked Georgiana.

   "Yes, it's all little things."

   "Do you have any parents or sisters who need to come from France?" asked Georgiana.

   "There are a few Mamluks, they..."

   "You took their favor?" asked Georgiana.

  Ferrier stopped talking again.

   "I know it's hard to reject people. I won't stop you from making friends, but you also need to know that you should be cautious when dealing with people. Some mistakes should not be made once." Georgiana whispered.

  Ferrier nodded immediately.

   "The Western court is very different from the Eastern court. The 'king' here is not hereditary. Even if I give birth to a child, I can't guarantee everything is safe, not to mention that I have been affected by black magic and it is difficult to get pregnant..."

   "Is it that you can't get pregnant, or you don't want to get pregnant?" Ferrier asked, "You know that you have no hope and are still trying to find a way, but you haven't made any efforts at all."

  Georgianna was a little embarrassed.

   "Madam, it's time for you to give up your unrealistic fantasies and think about something practical."

  Georgiana didn't want to pay attention to Ferrier and left the lounge.

   (end of this chapter)