Harry Potter Morning Light

In fact, it is not difficult to understand the mood of those millers. On the 6th of the Flower Moon (April 26th) of the tenth year of the Republic, the Senate passed a bill, and the fugitives must return to the country before the 1st of the Portuguese Moon. Now is the last chance for the upstarts who want to buy the property of the former nobles, and they certainly hope to buy a little more.

The church-state agreement was signed on July 14, 1801. It was officially promulgated in April 1802. Napoleon had "inspiration" in January 1802. The content of the promulgation also depends on the timing. The bill was promulgated in April and May The price of bread has risen sharply, and second-hand goods can be used for other materials, but old bread cannot be eaten.

The survival of the small bakery is extremely difficult now. On the one hand, there are citizens who want to buy cheap bread, and on the other hand, the flour is constantly rising. Some owners have already planned to sell their bakery to charity. Carrying it is really overwhelming.

After participating in the military parade, Georgiana returned to the mansion of the Duke of Burgundy. Although it was the same place, the feeling was different. She has a large personal entourage, four servants besides Matilda, three servants who clean the room, two barbers, a tailor and a candlelighter. Not to light the candles in the castle, but to preheat the wax just for her so that she can stamp the documents.

In addition to these personal servants, she also had a personal doctor and a nun nurse, all of whom came from the Versailles Army Hospital, which was Georgiana's former fiefdom. Five accounting documents, they were all found from pawn shops, plus 100 Mamluk guards, she was almost like a queen, but she got these at the cost of her conscience and soul, she felt that this It's a very bad deal.

She didn't want that, so Georgiana didn't bother to pay them any salutes, and she shuffled wearily into the tower.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," Jill Goebel said to her from the doorway.

"What are you doing?" Georgiana asked.

"I'll send you a letter." Goebel handed her a stack of letters.

"Give it to the candlelighter, I don't want to see it now," said Georgiana wearily.

"I think you should read a personal letter." Gobert pulled out a letter. "It was written by Josephine."

Georgiana stopped in her tracks.

The letter was plain, with no purple roses or ribbons.

"Would you like to read it yourself or have someone read it to you?" Goebel asked.

Georgiana took the letter, opened it on her own, and read it as she walked:

I thought I would resent you, really, I have lost the best youth, but you still have it, but then I found out that I was attracted to him because I admired his courage and extensive knowledge just like you. But I am very afraid of his power to conquer everything. He will show a kind of fanatical passion in front of me, which is moving, but it is this passion that scares me.

He had declared that the destruction of the revolution had come to an end and that the important thing now was to rebuild. He would grind everything down and reshape it the way he wanted it. I'm a creole, I know the disaster, I'm not a woman who doesn't know anything. Reynorman said the fate of France was in my hands for a while, and I thought that was fate, and that is, you let those expeditionary forces retreat to Martinique, which is where I came from.

I don't have the same ability to predict the future as you, but I am willing to help you.

There is one more thing I want to tell you, I did not have an affair with Charles, I just let him go to the parliament to eavesdrop on whether the politicians are going to be against Bonaparte, and then let him enter the Malmaison, which Renorman can testify .

If you believe her as I do, Ms. Sevre, remember not to change your surname. This is a reminder from the Prophet, please remember it.

Georgiana finished reading the letter and looked back at Gobert.

"How did it get into your hands?" asked Georgiana.

"Because I am your housekeeper, ma'am." Gobert said, "Don't worry, I haven't opened that letter."

Georgiana turned her hands away, hid the letter behind her back, and set it on fire with fire magic.

"Come upstairs with me," said Georgiana, and went first to the study.

She didn't close the door of the study so that people outside could see that they were just talking, and said in audible voices, "Do you believe in fate, Gobert?"

"Of course I do," Gobert said.

"What do you think of Santo Domingo?"

"I have nothing to do with it," Goebel said lightly. "I think I'm going to share the 'Friends of Slave' feeling that slavery was wrong."

"Josephine is a Creole," said Georgiana. "A prophet has said that the fate of France rests in her hands."

"so?"

"I think the fate of France, Santo Domingo and the world is in the hands of Toussaint Louverture. He must live and you must try to protect his safety."

"Sounds like an impossible task."

"You can choose not to," Georgiana said calmly.

"I like a challenge." Gobert sighed. "Do you have a plan?"

"I plan to arrange Dusan Louverture in the Mars Hall of St. Luke's Palace. There is a reception room there. I will transform it into an apartment and let him live there with his entourage." Georgiana stood Get up "Just tell Josephine she helped me do this."

"You just tell me so directly?"

"I didn't tell anyone but you, and if the news leaked out, I would know where it came from." Georgiana said. "Do you know why this expedition became like this?"

Gobert didn't speak.

"There is also the issue of farming loans. Is anyone still talking about it now?" Georgiana asked again.

"I'm sure there are bankers who are still interested in this," Gobert said.

"We can organize a fundraiser and set up an 'Agricultural People's Union' to assist those farmers who have been bankrupted by wars and famines."

"Are you going to have a dance?"

"This place is big enough. The important thing now is to repay the public debt. The farming loan can be postponed." Georgiana thought as she walked, if those exiles really can't come back, then they can use their Assets serve as collateral so banks can borrow money.

"Okay," said her new butler, "do I need to speak to Godin?"

"Which Godin?"

"Poitvin," Gobert said with a twitch.

"Spanish bankers can participate if they are interested." Georgiana said briskly, "it's rare that they are so proactive."

"What a risk you're doing," Goebel said.

"What do you know about Indian trade?" asked Georgiana.

"Charlie Conder is now governor of the trading points on the Indian coast."

"When did he go?"

"Amiens and before the appointment."

"That's right, Santo Domingo and India." Georgiana waved excitedly, "Is there any key point that I didn't think of?"

Gobert shook his head, "Should I report to Madame Bonaparte?"

"Go." Georgiana waved, and then fell into deep thought.

There is a key point in front of her eyes, but she just can't think of it.

She closed her eyes and thought, and then fell asleep unknowingly. In her dream, she heard the singing of the mermaid.

She dreamed of Bonaparte, still in his gray frock coat but without the cocked hat, and then the dwarf grew inches out of thin air, as if by magic.

Such a magical place is good news for the dwarf, he should go.

Shortness is also relative, and Bonaparte's height may be tall in some places, just as five feet nine inches is considered short on that island.

"Do you have any extra feathers?" an English businessman suddenly asked her, and Georgiana recognized him at once. He was the man who was looking for quills for signatures on Liverpool docks.

She was woken up by him.

At this time, it was already dark, and the candle on her table was lit, and there was a gold scale ornament on it.

Looking at it, she suddenly remembered the Egyptian heart-weighing ceremony. If a person's heart is heavier than a feather, he will be eaten by a monster.

She stared blankly at the light on the balance in a daze.

Then she gasped, she thought!

"Matilda!" she cried.

There was no movement for a long time, just when Georgiana was about to scold the maid, a girl poked her head out, that was her new servant.

"What are your orders, ma'am?" asked the chamberlain.

"Is the First Consul still in the Tuileries Palace?" Georgiana asked.

"I'll ask." The servant bowed to Georgiana.

"You let a Mamluk go." Georgiana smiled mysteriously at her, "This way there is a sense of ritual."

The servant looked at her inexplicably.

Georgiana watched her go.

If he wasn't in the Tuileries, he was in Malmaison, and she didn't mind calling him out of that castle.

"The future." She murmured in English, touched the scale with her fingertips, and it began to swing from side to side, like a human heart.