Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 1294 The Call of Hometown

"There is a huge creature hidden in the vast ocean, but it is not a sea monster, but a British market."

In the hallway of the Trianon Palace, Mr. Gaston Martin dipped his finger in black tea and drew a map on the table.

"You have to treat it as a living creature, with desires and fears. Sometimes it becomes irrational because of passion, and sometimes it becomes cautious because it perceives danger. The head of state's continental trade route has two main centers. Lasbourg, and Lyon, Strasbourg is the distribution center for French goods shipped to Germany, Austria and Russia. Lyon is the starting point of the Seigne Mountain Road, which will become the new Silk Road after it is repaired. Almost all the goods in Italy will pass through this mountain road."

"What does this have to do with British goods?"

"This is why the head of state imposed a continental blockade. British goods are everywhere. The purpose of the head of state to build the Simplon Tunnel and the Seni Mountain Road is mainly to cross the Alps and facilitate the rapid entry of the French army into Italy. Do you remember what I told you last time? Trade is a non-military offensive method. The head of state’s thinking about Milan is still based on political goals and strategic deployment. big……"

"I can't make him give up," said Georgiana.

"How about starting with customs?" Gaston said. "The Simplon tunnel is too far from the coast, and customs are difficult to reach, and operators in Italy and Germany hope that customs will increase their inspections of British goods."

"You know I'm English," said Georgiana.

"But you love the Führer." Gaston said with a smile, "As long as you are not blind, you can tell, otherwise, how could the Führer build such a valuable trade route for you?"

"You are mistaken. He asked me to build the Genevre Mountain Road."

"Then I'll tell you now, the Saini Pass belongs to you." Gaston said with a big laugh.

She didn't find it funny.

"You mean he's testing me?"

"You're English, that's what you said," said Gaston.

"I'm confused," said Georgiana, puzzled.

"This is also a question we have considered, so the head of state is testing you."

This is where she hates politics, focusing on intrigue and forgetting to do practical things.

"Your British nationality is still valuable now, but at a certain point, I think you can change your nationality." Gaston said lightly, "Women are not like men. It is normal to change nationality after marrying out."

"Just like Marie Antoinette, she is the queen of France, not the princess of Austria." Georgiana sighed helplessly. "If one day the French people want my head, I don't even know where to go."

"Why do they want your head?"

"I don't know, but I don't want to take that big of a risk."

"Since you have such concerns, why not take this opportunity to ask the King of England for a title of nobility and a territory, as you said, if you want to run away, there is a place to escape." Gaston said, "But That way you're going to be pro-British when it comes to dealing with trade issues."

"I have to choose?"

"You can think of your British husband in your heart, but you can't move the interests of France there. This is the final bottom line of the head of state."

"Then what if I don't agree?"

"You'd better not tell him that." Gaston sighed. "You have to know that he has withstood a lot of pressure for you."

She really has nothing to say.

"We need money," Gaston said. "France needs to pay for its troops in the conquered territories. The British are squeezing their colonies like crazy. I think you remember the Bengal famine of 1770."

"That's the behavior of the East India Company." Georgiana said indifferently.

"Do you think a trading company would have the guts to do such an inhumane thing without the instigation behind it?"

"Bonafort also wants to be the East India Company?"

"No." Gaston shook his head, "I don't want to do such a bloody business."

"War horses are also used for war."

"The knight's war does not involve civilians. I heard that the head of state plans to take you to join the army to restrain military discipline."

"Things that can't be solved by shooting, do you think I can handle it as a woman?"

"Would you like to bet?" Gaston said, smiling.

"I hate you stinky men." She said angrily.

"Our current situation is not as easy as you think, don't be so willful, Georgiana." Gaston said lightly.

"How are the peace talks going?"

"That's another matter that has caused the head of state to worry. When he comes back, you have to treat him well. It is extremely important for us now to let him keep a clear mind."

Based on her understanding of the fellow British, if the coalition forces really launch an attack on the United States, the British Royal Navy will be the same as it was when it was dealing with Turkey. Others fought there, and they themselves desperately shipped gold home. Just stand in line when it's time to score.

If the United States wins, they will stand on the side of the United States. They can take the opportunity to make France suffer, such as preventing the French who expedition to the New World from returning home, just like they did with the Egyptian expeditionary force.

If France wins, it will occupy the French side and take back its colonies in America with France. After all, the French navy has not yet been rebuilt, and British warships are needed to transport the expeditionary force back to Europe.

What a bastard country, no wonder it is "gloriously isolated".

But the real killer is the French navy. Just like Napoleon laughed at Britain for not having an army, the British also laughed at France for not having a navy. Every time he threw documents related to the navy on the ground without even looking at them.

He needs generals who can fight naval battles more than warships. Where can he find such talents?

"What's going on with Josephine?"

"The generals are very happy, whether it is against the United States or Prussia."

"Where are the other planters?"

Gaston sighed.

"Do they want me dead?" Georgiana asked.

"You can't be absolutely neutral, Georgiana, or I'm afraid you will become the second Joan of Arc."

She couldn't believe her ears.

"Have you ever heard of Joan who was divorced and had an affair?"

Gaston laughed, "Your image in the hearts of the public is much different from what you think."

"Then what if I ruin my reputation?"

"Please leave us a little bit of good imagination." Gaston looked at her and said, "You have cleaned up our smoky world."

"I'm not the god of love in the sky, women like that are dead." She grabbed the swan pendant around her neck.

"There are also royalists who want to kill you." Gaston said again, "You have bankrupted their plan."

"Where is the saint who saved my father now?"

"Avignon, she is now a high-ranking prisoner."

"Just like me," Georgiana said bitterly.

"It's not the same, you have the power to choose, and this." Gaston pointed to his head, "We are all looking forward to what fantastic ideas you can come up with in your mind."

"I have one now, do you want to hear it?" She said indifferently.

"Go ahead."

"I'll find some wood, and I need a two-wheeled carriage." She thought for a while and then said, "There is also a carriage equipped with cannons."

"You are going to..."

"Just go." She said anxiously.

Gaston stood up, bowed to her, and stepped back.

Not long after he left, Sophie walked in.

"Miss, Godin is here."

"Which Godin?"

"The one who wrote me the love letter." Sophie said with some disgust.

"Do you know, Sophie, that people are so tormented by unfortunate wisdom, yet desire to possess unfortunate wisdom, I would rather be a Parisian woman now." Georgiana sighed helplessly, "but I am a Scotchman."

"No wonder you are different from us." Sophie said excitedly.

"I found out where I'm going to be buried when I die," she said happily. "That's really good news."

"You don't even think about death." Sophie said disapprovingly, "You always think about death over there."

"I want to live, I just said that I found the place where the bones are buried." She clutched her chest and smiled intoxicatedly, "That is my hometown."

"Don't you want to be buried with the First Consul?" Sophie asked.

Georgiana laughed, rose, and left the anteroom.

(End of this chapter)