Chapter 3208 Wolf Valley (2)

Socrates once handled such a case when he was a consul. In the naval battle between Athens and Sparta near the Alcinusai Islands, Athens won a huge victory at the cost of 15 warships, causing the enemy to lose more than 70 ships. Battleship.

 But as soon as the battle ended, strong winds and huge waves suddenly arose on the sea, causing 30 Athenian warships to be drowned in the sea. However, the officer in charge at the time did not rescue the sailors who fell into the water, resulting in the death of a large number of sailors. At the citizens' assembly, the aristocracy took advantage of the emotions of the families of the deceased and incited the execution of eight generals. Socrates voted against it.

The term "force majeure" was used for the first time in the Napoleonic Code. Although this legal concept had been around for a long time, there were many "force majeure" provisions in Justinian's Civil Code.

“Come on, be happy and have a drink.” Bougainville said while placing a bottle of wine on the small coffee table.

 This is the Dom Pérignon champagne that Talleyrand prepared for banquets, and was often drunk at the court of Louis XIV.

 “I won’t drink, thank you.” Georgiana refused.

 “Try it and see.” Bougainville said, opening the cork of the champagne, and a strong fruity aroma spread immediately.

The wine tasted indeed tempting, but she wanted to drink butterbeer more. The magic turned the bitter taste of hops into sweetness.

“I came to the edge of the woods alone.” Bougainville said while pouring wine. “There were twelve monkeys squatting on a tree, making some strange faces. There are no animals more interesting than these monkeys.”

"I heard you say you saw monkeys in the storm," said Georgiana.

"That was before the storm. Please hear me out." Bougainville put down the wine. "Try it. We can't drink such good wine when we are sailing."

 “You saw 12 monkeys in the forest, what happened next?” Georgiana asked.

“I shot and wounded one,” Bougainville said.

 “Why?” she asked puzzledly.

"The one I hit was the 13th one. It was poking its head out from the leaves." Bougainville sighed. "Please forgive me... We need luck so much."

 “And what?” asked Georgiana.

"The monkey covered his wound and screamed. This sound attracted more monkeys. I quickly loaded the gun. I didn't know what was going to happen next. You must know that these animals often encounter animals who dare to attack. Humans, but what is unexpected is that these monkeys grabbed their injured companions and disappeared into the forest." Bougainville paused. "Then we got on the boat and sailed to the next place. We met The storm, after we sailed out of the storm circle, we came to a small island, where there was a marble mountain, and there was a circular cave in the mountain. The cave was very high, 60 feet high, and the upper part was full of light, just like the Roman Tower. Like a temple, at the entrance of the cave is the bronze sculpture I mentioned. When a sailor was about to tear off the climbing plants with his hands, I stopped him and ordered people to burn the vines with fire. When the fire was extinguished, some The patina also fell off, and we could see the appearance of a monkey. Then we entered the cave. There was a statue of a **** inside, but others said it was a terrible monster. It was illuminated by a beam of light. Behind the statue were stalactites like a pipe organ. The altar seemed damaged, but we didn't touch anything and went back to the ship."

 “Did anything else happen?” Georgiana asked.

"No, that was twenty years ago," Bougainville said.

 “I guess you’re lucky, Captain,” said Georgiana.

 “Why don’t you drink?” Bougainville gestured to her to look at the glass of champagne.

"Many people have the habit of bringing 'souvenirs', which brings bad luck in the end." Georgiana leaned back on the sofa. "The forbidden fruit does not make people bad, it just provides the possibility of becoming bad. If we can curb the evil impulse if."

“So, I’m okay?” Bougainville asked.

  She is really not an authority in this area, but twenty years have passed, so it should be okay.

Georgiana refused to drink, but Bougainville picked up the glass and drank, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

“The wine is already open, it would be a waste not to drink it.”

  She thought of the traitor in The Matrix who had nothing in the world outside the Matrix and who was back in the "cave" eating juicy steaks that didn't exist.

"I want to ask a question, what has Mr. Smith done for you?" Bougainville asked.

 “What does this have to do with him?” she asked with a sneer.

 “Just curious,” Bougainville said.

“Too much curiosity can kill you.” Georgiana stood up and walked behind the screen to change her clothes.

“Do you think a person who has made such a big change for you has no value at all?” Bougainville asked.

 She stood behind the screen.

  She had made up her mind that even if he changed for her, it would be meaningless to her.

 Because if you don’t love someone, no matter what he does, he is like a person outside the door and has nothing to do with the people inside.

“Letting go is cleansing,” Bougainville said. “It allows us to let go of rigid habits and attachments and embrace adventure.”

 “I’m not a risk taker,” Georgiana said weakly.

"You call me captain, sailor, won't you let go of that thing that makes you miserable?" said Bougainville. She smiled bitterly.

Preaching is indeed easier said than done. No wonder Scamander sent a message saying "Do the right thing, not the easy thing". The German Minister of Magic ignored him at all.

"The change of monsoon brought us to an end. The weather was always fickle and not always smooth sailing. As we looked towards an elusive future, the seeds of fear were sown. The people here gave me such It feels like they still have tomorrow, and they will be as happy tomorrow as they are today." Bougainville said, "But you can't tell, the storm will come tomorrow."

 “Is there a storm coming?” asked Georgiana.

“Didn’t I say that the investiture ceremony would be held in Versailles?” Bougainville said.

 “I was also awarded a medal last year.” Georgiana said.

“Last year it was in Rambouillet, not Versailles, and the First Consul also wore a Bayard helmet.” Bougainville said.

 “What?” she asked in surprise.

“Are you surprised that he used a payar helmet or do you not know what it is?” Bougainville asked.

 “I know what it is,” whispered Georgiana.

 In 1494, Charles VIII attacked Piedmont in northwest Italy and officially invaded Italy. Then the 60-year Italian War began.

The Italian War is roughly divided into three stages. In the third stage, after Charles V became the Holy Roman Emperor, France and Spain wanted to carve up Italy together, but they did not form a coalition. French King Francois I was captured in Pavia, and then Charles V asked him to sign a treaty and be released, but Francois I immediately reneged and signed the Treaty of Madame Cambrai in 1529.

While covering the retreat of Francois I, there was a soldier named Bayard. He fought hard and fought with less, and was finally hit in the heart by a bullet.

This is the first time that muskets have replaced crossbows in war. There is a photo in the introduction to the Invalides. There is a cuirass soldier who was shot in the chest, leaving a shocking hole in the armor. It is said that before he went to the battlefield, Just married.

“Do you think the storm is far or near?” Bougainville asked.

Epicurus can easily be understood as hedonistic. The entertainment venue brings paradise-like joy, but even a paradise-like tropical island is not peaceful and harmonious.

Pascal said that tranquility brings boredom, so we need noisy entertainment. As long as we enjoy entertainment, any scene is happy, but please think carefully about what exactly is this happiness that makes us unable to think about ourselves.

Pomona’s understanding of the “Dionysian spirit” is not like Nietzsche’s, who is intoxicated in the tragedy of pain and destruction.

 When you are part of the "flood", the "self" disappears into the "group" and is pushed forward by an irresistible force, even if there is a cliff ahead.

 You wake up and want to break free, but how do you "get ashore"?

"Do you think it's worth it for someone who doesn't love you?" Bougainville asked.

 “How do you know he doesn’t love me?” asked Georgiana.

 ‘He loves another woman, doesn’t he?’ said Bougainville.

 “Who did you listen to?” she asked excitedly.

“Everyone knows what the First Consul said.”

She was extremely angry now. How could Bonaparte tell other people these private things?

But this anger soon died out.

 What difference does it make whether he said it or not? Everyone knows it anyway.

 “What did he say about me in front of others?” she asked weakly.

"He has crossed the Alps twice, but he is not as tired as you. If you continue to fight, he will not want to fight."

 She sighed.

Bonaparte was not Louis XVI and would not risk everything for victory in the North American War.

"I'll fetch Bertin," Bougainville said, and then she heard footsteps receding.

After he left, Georgiana walked out from behind the screen and looked at the wine glass on the table.

 The sparkling "King of Champagne" stands alone, luring thirsty people to taste it.

 (End of this chapter)