Harry Potter Morning Light

Wilberforce took a document from his briefcase and put it in front of Georgiana.

"I heard you don't like to beat around the bush, so let me just say it, this is a bill to abolish the slave trade, and I'm trying to get it passed by Parliament." Wilberforce said easily, "But the current Parliament It's not discussed at all, all eyes are on the Factories Act."

Backing William Pitt Jr. back as Prime Minister because you want this bill passed?

Georgiana looked at Irish MP Richard Edgeworth.

"To facilitate this meeting does not represent any position of myself or the Irish Parliament." Edgeworth said with a smile, "but as your guardian, I think you should know more friends."

"Do you want France to pass this bill?" Georgiana looked at Wilberforce.

"I'm not a salesman, ma'am, I know your difficulties." Wilbur Forston said after a moment, "but I do have an unkind request."

"Oh, that's why you gave that diamond." Georgiana smiled contemptuously.

"No, it's still a Christmas present for you, but Kid Diamond told me you wouldn't take it, because you're a man of good character."

Georgiana had goosebumps.

"My cordial request is about Toussaint Louverture. I know he is under your protection, but do you know where his family is, especially his wife?"

Georgiana froze.

"They...I mean Toussaint Louverture and his wife?"

"People get married, and I don't think that's anything surprising," Wilberforce said.

Now Georgiana did not want to argue with him about marriage.

"Her name is Susan, and she is 50 years old." Wilburs said when Georgiana hesitated, "I think you still need a maid here."

"I don't think it's appropriate for the 'President's wife' to be my maid." Georgiana said indifferently.

"Luverture has already admitted all his mistakes to Bonaparte. He does not ask for pardon. The only hope is that his family can be safe. He wrote to Bonaparte and you, but there is no news, so I found out We ask for help."

Georgiana froze for a moment.

"Where the gospel spreads, there are our people. Among the French, there are also those who support abolitionism. What I ask you now is, are you willing to help them, Georgiana."

She slumped on the sofa.

She still remembered the last time she handed over the documents about Santo Domingo to Sir Merry, and she was almost put under house arrest. Only the Mamluks and a few people, including Matilda, stayed behind. Then she was sent to Mont Blanc.

If Lucien hadn't picked her up, maybe she would have stayed there to build the road.

Now the West Indies had become a anxious place, and she didn't know what trap Little William Pitt had set up again, but Dusan Louverture's wife was not an ordinary person, and she couldn't just hide in a corner.

"Do you need me to drive them away, ma'am?" Coraline suddenly said in English.

As a French aristocrat who had been in exile in England, it was not surprising that Caroline could speak English, but Georgiana remembered another thing.

"My apartment in Paris has been redecorated by Josephine, and I don't plan to continue living in that tower." Georgiana said, "Where should I live?"

Edgeworth and Wilberforce looked at each other.

"You can't just ask me. I am also a woman, and I am also helpless. I also need help." Georgiana said.

"What help do you want?" Wilberforce asked.

"Help me find a place to live, so that next time no one will come into my house and rummage through my cabinets while I'm away." She said coldly, "Or take away the people in my house."

"I think this can be done," said Edgeworth, looking at Wilberforce. "How about another Christmas present? A manor, for example."

"Is there anything else you want?" Wilberforce asked.

"Who should I call if I'm in trouble?" she asked in a panic.

"Britain is always behind you, you can go to the embassy." Wilberforce said.

Neither Georgiana nor Edgeworth spoke. The Archbishop of Troy believed this. What happened?

"My house is open to you." After a while, Wilberforce said, "You can come to Yorkshire."

"And my town," Edgeworth said, "as long as you don't think it's too deserted."

This was a verbal promise, but Georgiana didn't want them to write any promises, at least their home was much more realistic than that illusory place in Aberdeen.

"I need to deal with some problems. It's easier to dream than to practice, gentlemen."

"It's a pleasure to hear you say that," said Wilberforce. "It's no wonder Kid Diamond says you can be trusted."

Georgiana sneered, is the prime minister's promise useful when he is in danger?

Wilberforce's proposal was too provocative, and she was not like Thinker. Although he was a disabled person with limited mobility, Georgiana sent him away. She needed time to be quiet.

It was not long before Edgeworth returned, and sat down opposite her.

"I guess you're not in the mood to see the next guest right now." He said calmly.

"Who's next?" Georgiana asked.

"President of the Peruzzi Bank, who have had a monopoly on wool sales in England since the Middle Ages."

"That's a thing of the Middle Ages," said Georgiana indifferently.

"In the 14th century, although their banks in Italy went bankrupt because Edward III refused to pay their bills, their banks in Amsterdam had no effect."

Georgiana remembered that she had heard about this bank in Venice, when she was planning to set up a bank in Venice to take business from the Swiss or something.

A few fools actually listened to her, because they were desperate to save Venice.

Monopolizing British wool sales means that Peruzzi Bank can first lend money to the new British nobles, allowing them to lease the land at a higher price, driving out the original tenant farmers, restricting and canceling the right to use public land, Enclose large tracts of land and turn them into private ranches and farms, which is the famous enclosure movement in British history.

"I knew he was not kind enough to send me a sheep." Georgiana said through gritted teeth.

"Because habeas corpus was suspended, hundreds of Dubliners were imprisoned without trial or in abandoned ships in the bay, nobles in exile in England and France bought habeas corpus, do you think we can do the same? asked Edgeworth.

"That's a lot of money," said Georgiana.

"I think there's a way to do it, just like you let the Parisians lend to the baker's owner, and the panic doesn't continue to spread." Edgeworth sighed and said, "People are fed up with the Reign of Terror."

She felt that there was something in his words.

"They lost part of the money, and now you want to earn it back, what good way do you have?" Edgeworth asked.

"Last time you heard, they wanted to buy back the ownership of the Canal d'Oulque from the Lyons," Georgiana said.

"How about the wool?" said Edgeworth.

"Let's solve Mrs. Louverture's problem first." She said with a headache.

"This is what I want to remind you. What do you think will happen to you after Napoleon fell?" Edgeworth lowered his voice. "You are not like Susan. She is 50 years old."

She looked at him confused.

"Although you made a joke by saying that you are 50 years old despite being a 20-year-old girl, I am very worried about your future," Edgeworth said.

"Oh, I'm not kidding." Georgiana said with a smile, "I'm a witch."

Edgeworth laughed, as if thinking she was joking.

"I think you already know that you have to find a protector for yourself. George III doesn't like you."

Georgiana suddenly realized that it was precisely because of George III's opposition that William Pitt Jr.'s proposal was not implemented. If another king...

"You're a crafty Irishman, Richard." Georgiana smiled at Edgeworth.

"And you, a quick learner, who taught you Irish dancing?" asked Edgeworth.

"Isn't it you?"

Edgeworth laughed.

Georgiana looked at the bill on the table in a daze. If she remembered correctly, the letter from Louverture to her was also put in the suitcase by Matilda.

So what the black shadow wants to take may not be her seal, but it.