Chapter 3207 Wolf Valley (1)

Chateaubriand had a pair of keen and observant eyes.

  He preferred to spend time with the actresses, who were always indispensable at receptions, and who always greeted Chateaubriand as if they knew him well.

How many old aristocrats are there in France? If you don’t study this, you probably don’t know, but most people, even the fish sellers in the vegetable market, know that there is a “De” in the noble surname, and then there are names such as De Coustina and De Arnoye. The surname appears.

Those "ladies" often have several followers who try to please them to gain favor. Once, Georgiana saw an actress who didn't know what was going on, as if she was about to faint, and several people were surrounding her. But it didn't take long for her to get better on her own.

Fouche was also polite and courteous in front of them, and there was no sign that he had the title of "executioner" at all. He would even occasionally agree to do a few "small favors" for them.

Georgiana used a wand to fill the bathtub with water. The magnificent Versailles was also dirty. Louis XIV did not consider the issue of sewerage when designing it. Instead, Louis XV improved the sewers in the palace to eliminate those filthy things. Away from the living area, his private suite not only has a bathtub, but also a flush toilet.

Perhaps this room was a private suite designed by the king for himself.

 When the October Incident broke out, Marie Antoinette followed the secret passage built by the king to the king's suite to escape the fate of being lynched.

Siyes once visited Georgiana with dahlias in his hands. He said with emotion that he survived.

 In that context, surviving is already an achievement.

Not speaking does not mean that you are not resisting. On the contrary, you don’t know what these silent people are thinking.

The attitude of the old nobles made her very worried, as if she didn't have the dictionary, even if Leoncour was here, they were still people from two different worlds.

 But how could she, a foreign woman with no foundation, produce such a thing?

 Then she thought of Louis. Would it be possible for him to publish a pamphlet like Lucien?

  Napoleon loved him, just like an old father loves his son. He even regarded Louis and Hortense's children as his own.

As for the rumors in the palace, she did not believe them at all, even though Hortense was getting younger and more beautiful.

 She took out the snowflake-shaped locket and touched her neck. There was nothing there.

Possibly, she could cast an invisibility charm on the locket so that she wouldn't need wandless magic on her own neck, if the executioner would allow her to wear it when she went to the guillotine.

 Then she threw the locket into the bathtub.

 When the water gradually calmed down, she saw her reflection.

　　When Scarlett found that she could not rely on anyone but herself, she had to stand up on her own and become the backbone of the family.

This kind of living is certainly not easy. Pascal is best at pressure and pressure. How can fragile things be used as pillars?

Pomona never thought that Harry was a savior. He was very ordinary, ordinary. If it weren't for luck, he wouldn't have survived at all, even though the old fool gathered the Deathly Hallows as if to save his life.

 In the "Compilation of Doctrine", fortuita has the meaning of accident, and is divided into two types: force majeure and force majeure. It is not an inevitable and insurmountable "domain master" like Moira in Greece.

  Georgiana buried her face in the water, just like she buried her face in a pensieve. The difference was that this was real water, not the silver memory she had conjured with her wand.

 When she used the clear water as a spring, she never thought about whether the water condensed from the atmosphere or came from other places.

However, when she was about to think deeply, a force pulled her up, and then she saw Bougainville's face.

 “What are you thinking about, huh?” Bougainville asked, holding her face.

 “I’m meditating,” said Georgiana.

 “Put your head in the water and meditate?” Bougainville said angrily.

 “I only put my head down for a few seconds,” said Georgiana.

Bougainville rolled up his sleeves, turned on the drain in the bathtub, and let all the water drain away.

 “Don’t do that,” Bougainville said, looking at her.

"I know." She said calmly, "I won't do it alone next time."

 He stared at her.

"I'll have someone watching, and you'll be by my side, right, guardian?" she sneered.

 “Is this something to do with magic?” Bougainville asked.

"So be it." She said casually, "Druids will bury themselves in the ground, but I can't bury myself."

At this time, the water was almost dry and a loud sound was made. This reminded her of something she had seen a long time ago. It was a reservoir that provided drinking water for hundreds of thousands of people. There was an island in the center of the reservoir, which used to be a holy place for druids.

 “Change your clothes, they’re all wet.” Bougainville said.

Georgiana breathed a sigh of relief and waved her wand, and the clothes were quickly dried.

“It’s wrinkled here,” Bougainville said, pointing to her sleeve.

 She felt annoyed, but she pulled the rope and the bell rang.

 “Madam,” the maid on duty said at the door.

 “Call Bertin,” Georgiana said, then sat on the sofa not far away and started smoking.

She needs to think now, but her mind is a mess and she can't find the thread.

  Bougainville sat opposite her.

“I have encountered strange things at sea.” Bougainville said.

 “Have you met a mermaid?” said Georgiana.

"No." Bougainville said, "We were in Tulan Bay. There was an island there. There was an altar on the island. There were many pillars carved out of bronze. They had developed a layer of patina due to long-term exposure to moisture. You know those small The island does not have the ability to smelt.”

 “You brought it back?” asked Georgiana.

"I didn't." Bougainville said seriously. "We encountered a storm before this, and I heard the sound of monkeys."

 “Monkey?” Georgiana asked in surprise.

“About thirty or so, I saw them in the storm, and then I saw a bronze sculpture of monkeys on the island.” Bougainville said.

 “Better not touch those things.” Georgiana took a drag on her cigarette.

 “What is that?” said Bougainville.

"It may be some kind of ancient god. Gods that were worshiped by people in the past will become 'devils' after losing their followers. In Greek, daimon means demigod and patron saint." Georgiana answered .

Bougainville looked in disbelief.

 “Do you want to know what Satan means?” Georgiana asked with a smile.

 “Have you talked to the First Consul?” Bougainville asked.

"No, he never talks to me about business matters, and I never talk about these things with him." She brushed her hair, "We all have our own restricted areas."

Bougainville laughed.

 “What are you laughing at?” asked Georgiana.

 “I’m glad I got the job, Georgiana, you’re a lot more interesting than I thought.”

 “I’m afraid you’re mistaken, I’m not good at bringing joy to people.” She said with a cold face.

 “Who says fun will definitely bring joy?” Bougainville asked rhetorically.

She frowned, not understanding what he said.

“I have news for you. The investiture ceremony of the Legion of Honor has been decided to be held in the Hercules Hall instead of the Invalides,” Bougainville said.

 “What does that have to do with me?” asked Georgiana.

"No, this is all because of you." Bougainville sighed, "You are really a very dreamy woman."

 This is the second time she has heard people say this. Why do they think so?

"I don't think I'm dreaming." She whispered.

Bougainville laughed, as if she had told a big joke.

 (End of this chapter)