Harry Potter Morning Light

Accompanied by Figer, Georgiana arrived at the Masonic headquarters on Rue Saint-Denis in a carriage, and Mr. Ripo stood at the door with an old man to greet her.

Of course, this kind of secret association will not hang a conspicuous signboard on its door. It looks like a very ordinary five-story building. The last time Georgiana came, she was at the restaurant on this street with Severus I ate oysters in a restaurant where a painting by Monet hung at the time.

The few households living on this street are of the bourgeoisie, not far from the flax factory, and the Saint-Denis Cathedral, where the royal family was buried in the past, is also there.

Heretics, though they were called black sheep, were still sheep, and the Freemasons were all theists, and it was not the Lord who received Georgiana, but Senior Supervisor Longvier, a polite and hale gentleman.

They led Georgiana up to the second floor, where some young apprentices were working. They polished the fine parchment with pumice stones, softened it with chalk, and then handed it over to the next process. One process is binding, and these pages will be framed in covers full of various patterns and colors.

"The Venetians will offer translated books as sacrifices to the gods." Mr. Longvier said to Georgiana, "Let's go and see our new discoveries."

Georgiana withdrew her gaze and followed him up to the third floor. You can regard it as a warehouse or a library. Anyway, there are books everywhere, only a large one is placed on the middle table. The drawing, which is the compass rose mark that Monge and others rubbed from the altar behind the Burgundy mansion.

It's black and doesn't look nearly as flashy as the gold thread.

"We have to think like people in the 16th century," Mr. Ripo said. "Where is the 'maestra' of this rose?"

"What?" asked Georgiana, puzzled.

"In Spanish maestra sometimes means 'teacher', especially a female teacher, but Venetian sailors used the word for 'origin', referring to an indeterminate point in the Mediterranean Sea northwest of Crete as a base point, using it to Draw a nautical chart." Longvier said, "But this is called a French soldier, I agree, because some people think that the 'origin' should be in Rome."

"The 'engine' of the Renaissance in Venice was the Venetian publishing industry that promoted the prosperity of the Renaissance and the Age of Discovery, although they did not participate in it." Mr. Ripo said with a strange expression, "As for Rome..."

"They're busy trying heretics in the Inquisition," Figel said.

"Even if there is a disagreement, you shouldn't say such sharp words." Mr. Ripo said sternly, "I thought France and the church had reached a settlement."

"Okay, so what if we find the 'origin'?" Georgiana asked inexplicably, "I need to make a special trip."

"Did you bring that bracelet?" said Longvier.

Georgiana stared at him, and then asked Figel to take out the gold bracelet with ancient rune patterns from the suitcase, and then put it on the table with a levitating spell.

"It's not as loud as the mesmer." Mr. Ripo said sarcastically.

"You can watch it if you want, but I think it's dangerous," Georgiana said. "Even I was affected by it."

"You're crazy because of it?" Longvier asked.

Georgiana wanted to say she wasn't crazy.

But if she said that, it would mean that she was crazy, and a lunatic would not know that she was crazy.

The little flaming fish and Bai Lier, whose personality has changed drastically, are like hallucinations.

She knew that she was going crazy, Napoleon is a devil who can make people crazy about him, and Severus can fascinate women just like his father Tobias, otherwise the witch Irene wouldn't care about Tobias being a madman Melon, and still living in the slums.

She can believe that Napoleon didn't have an heir with his stepdaughter, and she can also believe that Josephine didn't really have an affair, but asked a young man to go to Parliament to inquire about Napoleon's political future, so why can't she trust Severus "Now "Loving Pomona, not Lily Potter?

"It has nothing to do with it." Georgiana said coldly, "What do you want?"

"Can you keep it here for a while." Longvier looked at the bracelet and said, "I want to study it."

"As long as you're not afraid of going crazy," Georgiana said generously, "I advise you not to touch it with your hands."

"Look at this." Mr. Ripo said, pointing to a pattern on the bracelet. "That's an eye."

"That's right." Longvier held a magnifying glass and looked at the pattern. "Interesting."

Georgiana did not understand what was happening.

"The ancient tribes of the Danube and Volga rivers were said to have fought protracted battles for gold with 'arimsaspi', a griffin monster that was said to have one eye," explains Mr Ripo .

"Perhaps Cyclops' eyes," said Georgiana teasingly.

"If it can really drive people crazy, then it has the power of black magic." Mr. Ripo said seriously, "It's like a curse."

"Is there anything else?" Georgiana dared not say with interest.

"The First Consul wants us to play with you." Mr. Ripo said, "You said you once locked the 'Feng Shen' in a bottle?"

"That's right," Georgiana said with a smile.

"Is it really called Kool?" asked Mr Ripo again.

"What do you mean?"

"The main god of Etruscan civilization is the god of wind. There is an island of wind god in the north of Sicily. Perhaps that is its real name."

"Don't you think it's too far-fetched?" Georgiana said impatiently.

"The Etruscan civilization at its peak occupied almost the whole of Italy, but the Etruscan civilization is not famous for it. It was the most advanced civilization at that time. The Etruscans were first-class engineers. Known for building railroads, building bridges, and building magnificent hydraulic works," said Longvier, "do you see what I'm talking about?"

Georgiana said nothing.

Gobert bet that the one who killed the Duke of Parma was the Etruscan queen, the princess from Spain, but more people believed that the murderer was Napoleon, who planned to annex Parma after he annexed Piedmont. Etruria went north and annexed, separated by the Principality of Piacenza.

"During the Renaissance, the role of Venice has always been underestimated. After all, books are not as interesting as pictures and sculptures." Mr. Ripo said in a hoarse voice, "Have you ever been to Venice, and have you ever been to the underground of a brotherhood?" Where's the cemetery?"

"No." Georgiana said indifferently.

"It's a beautiful building, and sometimes we meet there," Mr. Ripo said. "It would be great if we could build one in Paris."

Georgiana thought of Father Lachaise's underground opera house and Lestrange's cemetery, and suddenly had an idea.

"You want to have another Renaissance?" Figel murmured in disbelief.

"We made it once, why not?" Longvier said. "The church also wanted a Renaissance, but the Renaissance was not just about building buildings."

"I think it's impossible for you to start the 'engine' again. Freedom of the press is banned in Paris." Georgiana said.

"But London can, it's like the old Venice," Longvier said.

Georgiana laughed.

"What's interesting?" asked Mr. Ripo.

"He just told me an Italian proverb yesterday. If an Englishman is Italianized, he is the devil incarnate." Georgiana shook her head with a smile. "No wonder he refuses to marry me."

M. Ripo and Longvier looked at each other inexplicably.

Georgiana didn't explain too much, just like Leon said, chatting with scholars is really interesting.

"Let's continue to find where the 'origin' is?" She said happily, "Let us guess which god these people worship?"