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Chapter 3347 Athena wearing a helmet (Part )

Chapter 3347 Athena wearing a helmet (Part )

In 1633, when Galileo was arraigned and questioned before the Inquisition in the presence of a notary, there was this "dialogue":

Q: Do you have anything to say?

Answer: Nothing.

Question: Do you currently hold, or have you ever held, the idea that the sun is at the center of the world and that the earth is not at the center of the world and revolves and rotates? How long was it held?

Answer: Quite a long time ago, that is, before the Holy Ministry decided on the Index of Forbidden Books and issued the order to me. I used to think that these ideas, the ideas of Ptolemy and Copernicus, should be treated fairly. In nature, both may be true and thus can be discussed. But after the above-mentioned decision, because the high-level officials have given assurances, the room for ambiguity has been completely eliminated. From then on, I firmly believed that Ptolemy was correct and believed that the idea of the earth being stationary and the sun moving was more real, and I still believe this to this day. I have not held this view since I was ordered to renounce Copernican thought, nor have I ever held it in the past. In any case, I am now in the Inquisition. Please do as you wish.

Question: If I tell you something, you must confess the truth, otherwise you will be tortured.

Answer: I am here because of my obedience. As previously stated, I have decided not to hold this view in the future.

This concludes the affidavit, signed by Galileo.

Consider Galileo's age at the time, he was almost 70.

And Galileo didn't want to really be tortured.

When Georgiana finished her conversation with the elder and came to Julian's office, he did not leave after get off work.

"Have you finished chatting?" He asked absently as he read the file by candlelight.

"That's it," said Georgiana calmly, standing in the darkness.

Julian seemed to notice something and looked up at her.

"Did it go well?" he asked.

"It depends on what you're asking about?" she replied lightly.

Julian stood up.

"What did he do to you?"

"What do you think a priest can do?" she said with a smile, walked into his office and sat down on a velvet sofa.

"What do I need to know?" Julian asked.

At this time, Georgiana thought of the Blackwood family. Artemisia Black was the product of a romantic marriage between her wizard mother and her Muggle father, but her mixed-race status did not prevent her from making plans for her life.

Everything went smoothly at first, and her life dreams came true one by one, until she gave birth to a squib daughter.

"What are you thinking about?" Julian asked.

"I'm thinking about the situation." She scratched her hair. "If a person's legs are unable to move, but he wants to finish a marathon, do you think he is avoiding his true self and unable to face reality, or is he encouraging himself? "

Julian looked at her confused.

"We will always encounter various limitations, but what limits us is not losing our legs, but that our original life plan has been interrupted and your talents cannot be used. At this time, what we have to do is to recognize our own No matter the situation, be yourself, no matter what it brings in the end is glory or shame, pride or regret." Georgiana said, "It doesn't matter what others think of us, what matters is how we think others think of us."

"Is this what the elder told you?" Julian asked.

"I don't think it's a good idea for a priest to serve in the army." Georgiana shook her head.

Julian stood still in front of Georgiana "Did he convince you?"

"He saved the wounded French soldiers. Isn't that enough?" Georgiana asked. "Some people are not born to kill."

Julian said nothing and asked after a moment.

"anything else?"

"For the sake of good order and the common good, the church does not need to take back the land left by the archbishop, but I suggest using the land proceeds to do some good deeds."

"He's not here for the land, is he?" Julian asked.

"Didn't I just tell you? Don't let pastors serve in the military. They are better suited to hold Bibles than guns."

Julian rubbed his face.

"Writing to Napoleon is in vain. The archbishop has done it before. He hopes that the Cisalpine Republic will at least appoint a parish priest." Georgiana sighed. "Do you really think Smancini's petition can really persuade him?" "

"What else have you heard?" Julian asked.

"The reason why Smancini is so popular in Haute-Boau." Georgiana smiled bitterly. "If I could go back, I could also ask Bonaparte, which one made him change his mind?"

"It's not the time to go back yet." Julian reassured.

"You have been misunderstood. I just want to know the 'truth', but I don't think I will get it." Georgiana said calmly, "I can't get anything, whether it's truth or love."

"Don't say that." Julian said subconsciously.

"Have you ever seen a woman as stupid as me?" she asked expressionlessly.

The only sound of their breathing could be heard in the dim room. "Don't go back too late." Georgiana stood up, "Also, go take a shower, otherwise you will really stink."

After saying that, she went to Denon's office and took him and Stanley back to Mullah's house.

Maura hasn't come back yet, but Polina has. She must have had a lot of fun today, and her whole body is radiant.

Georgiana did not mention Paulina's loss of 30 lire and the Bologna noble.

Plato had an Utopia, and so did the Bolognese, but this "Utopia" had nothing to do with people who made a living in the army.

If everyone obeyed the law, would we still need an army?

Bologna is a colorful and intricate city, but Georgiana prefers everyone to pursue carnival and happiness, setting fires and destroying everywhere like the clown's followers.

That Thomas Wayne speaking on television thought Gotham City was populated by the majority of law-abiding citizens like himself.

Fortunately, Polina did not mention the appointment of the new Director of the Military Police during the meal. She and Caroline went to the pavilion to chat, and then Georgiana took Denon and Stanley to continue studying these Westphalian systems. treaty.

In addition to the Third Treaty of San Ildefonso, there were also the Treaty of Florence and the Treaty of Naples in 1801, which together formed the present Kingdom of Etruria.

As soon as they started discussing, there was a noise outside, and soon after, Mullah appeared.

"What is he doing here?" Mulla said, staring at Stanley.

"He is now Talleyrand's agent." Georgiana sent Stanley away before he could get unhappy.

"What do you have to say?" Mullah asked.

Georgiana laughed.

"What's so funny?" Mullah asked.

"We can't fight Naples." Georgiana looked at Mullah calmly. "We go north."

"Naples agreed to our garrison," Murat said.

"One year," Denon said.

"So what?" Mulla pointed to the map of Italy. "When Corcyra Island is blocked and we clean up Dalmatia, they will inevitably come ashore in Italy."

"How do you know it must be Naples and not Venice?" Georgiana asked.

"How do you know it's Venice and not Naples?" Mullah asked.

"Don't forget that we still have a cooperative relationship with the Pope!" Georgiana said, raising her voice.

Maura turned around and walked aside. It was obvious that he didn't listen to what she said, but at least he didn't leave.

"Bonaparte inspected the Rhine, and some fortresses were not dismantled as stipulated in the treaty." Georgiana said weakly, and she remembered what Gabrio said at this time.

Do you know your true situation? And the real self?

There is no road in this world that we cannot take. As long as we act according to our true intentions, nothing can hinder our life plans.

"There is no one in Naples to let us go." Murat looked at Denon and said, "Dieudonne Dolomme."

"Who is he?" Georgiana asked Denon.

Denon said nothing.

"A person from the Egyptian Research Institute." Mulla still looked at Denon. "Do you remember him? He used to be your subordinate."

Georgiana looked at Denon.

"Of course I remember," Denon said calmly.

"Don't you want to avenge him?" Mulla asked.

“Birth, aging, sickness and death are common occurrences,” Denon said.

"You are much older than him." Mullah said provocatively.

At this time, there was another noise outside the door.

After a while, a messenger handed a letter to Georgiana.

"Who wrote it?" Mulla asked, seemingly not having opened it.