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"I heard you smoke too, would you like one?" Cambaceres asked Georgiana.

She shook her head.

So Cambaceres took out a silver cigar box and started smoking by himself.

"Can I ask, who is it that said 'no consent means rejection'?" Cambaceres asked.

"That's not what he said." Georgiana said. "He gave the example of "The Sorrows of Young Werther", "Miss Lotte did not break off the original engagement even if she met a better partner. This is different from Roman law. The principles of contract termination on the basis of merit are different’.”

"Then how come you understand it so well?" Cambaceres asked.

"I am following French judicial principles. Silence means rejection." She smiled. "It's not about love. Silence is better than sound at this time."

"Then have you ever heard of implicit confirmation?" Cambaceres said. "As long as the debt is voluntarily and automatically performed, it is equivalent to the approval of the debt."

"This is a sale, not a debt," Georgiana said.

"It can be regarded as an invalid contract. In fact, we will not suffer heavy losses if we reject this transaction. We just lost in trade, Georgiana." Cambaceres took a puff of cigarette and said, "Do you still remember the Lisbon Free Port? ?”

She had indeed forgotten about it.

"When the Peace of Amiens was signed, the conditions changed from maintaining Portuguese autonomy to territorial integrity. Britain withdrew from Malta and Malta restored its autonomy, but Pitt refused to negotiate. Does he want to refuse again this time?" Combase Reis asked.

"It's not Pete I'm talking to," Georgiana said.

"Then do you think he said it?" Cambaceres asked.

Georgiana remained silent.

Cambaceres placed the unfinished cigar on the coffee table.

“At first the Portuguese did not agree to the British lowering of duties on our wines, seeing it as a betrayal of the Methuen Treaty, although strictly speaking it was not, and then we agreed to let American tobacco be processed in the free port of Lisbon, as in Seville In Asia Tobacco Factory, all cigar tobacco coming from legal channels must be unloaded at the Port of Seville, Spain, and the female workers will roll it into cigars in the hall.”

Her mouth opened in surprise.

"The revenue from the cigarette factories reduces their losses, and with the tariffs we charge on imported cigarettes, plus the taxes on our own production of tobacco, our deficit is not as severe as you might think," Cambaceres said.

She wanted to say something.

"I know that you can actually remain silent and not give us the map, so we can only choose between selling or not selling, but I don't think Pete is a good candidate for marriage." Cambaceres said with a smile. Although I think it was a good joke.”

Georgiana shook her head.

"The monopoly on Ceylon nutmeg was before the contract was signed, or I put it this way, even if the nutmegs were not grown on the Banda Islands, their model would create a new monopoly."

"So you don't agree to accept the conditions either?" Georgiana asked.

"That's why I'm asking you, what do you think about changing the sale to a lease?" Cambaceres asked. "Lease the area east of the Missouri River to the Americans."

"Who thought of it?" asked Georgiana.

Cambaceres stopped talking.

"In the past, there was a kind of public landownership in England. They rented a piece of land for generations for a long time. Later, the land became theirs. This can be called an encumbrance suit in Roman law." Georgiana explain.

"Leasing is another contract and has nothing to do with the previous overall offer." Cambaceres said.

Her head felt a little sluggish, as if she was about to be pulled into a whirlpool.

So she stood up and stopped thinking.

"The freeholders are 'quasi-owners', they only own the land rights." Julian Uffral walked in with two cups of coffee. "But I don't think those pioneers with shotguns understand."

"George III issued a proclamation that the land obtained from France during the Seven Years' War belongs to the king. Surveying and the issuance of registration certificates are not allowed. There is nothing to stop them." Georgiana said.

"And the Missouri River," Cambaceres said.

"What's the difference between renting and selling?" Julian said after taking a sip of coffee.

"Is it 'facts' or based on law." Georgiana said to Cambaceres, "Once the logic of 2+3=5 is formed, it doesn't matter whether there is a real world or not, but what we are discussing is not a philosopher's classroom."

Cambaceres was silent.

"And if I go to 'collect rent' once a year, I think it will also cause trouble." Julian said.

"So let's rent it for 50 years." Cambaceres said excitedly.

"Can we sell it again then?" Julian sarcastically said.

"Relax gentlemen." Georgiana stopped the two people who were becoming more and more tense in their discussion.

"What do you think, Mr. President?" Julian asked.

"Joseph will set off once the ice melts," Cambaceres said.

Georgiana estimated that Joseph would take the draft with him, as the Atlantic Ocean was much wider than the English Channel.

"Why doesn't Monroe give up?" Georgiana said bitterly, taking another sip of coffee.

"Who knows if we will encounter such a good opportunity in the future." Cambaceres looked at Georgiana with strange eyes and said.

She was confused. Did Cambaceres also like women?

"We will study your problem in detail and I will report to you when we have the results." Julian said.

"One more thing." Cambaceres opened the briefcase and took out a document. "This is the pass for you."

Georgiana took it.

"Wow." She couldn't help but admire, it was covered with the Great Seal of the French Republic.

"If you need to withdraw expenses, please contact your personal accountant and he will contact Boulier." Cambaceres said.

Georgiana knew who Boulier was. He was the housekeeper of the Bonaparte family. She had met him once before, but when did she have a personal accountant?

But Cambaceres had already finished all the things he had to do, said hello to Georgiana and left.

She saw the visitor to the library door until he got into his carriage.

"I don't think that pass is as useful as the sword you just had." Julian looked at Georgiana and said, "Do you know how to use it?"

She didn't think she would use it, but at least she wouldn't abuse it, or put it away as a decoration.

"Do you know who my personal accountant is?" Georgiana asked.

"Augustin." Julian reminded.

"Oh." She suddenly realized.

"Do you feel very touched? Someone has arranged everything for you." Julian smiled jokingly.

She thought of herself. In the past, she had helped others figure out how to arrange things, or else she had followed Albus's instructions. This seemed to be the first time she had been "taken care of" by someone.

"Compared with money, I think safety is an issue..."

"Who do you think would dare attack you?" Julian asked.

"I am a witch," said Georgiana.

"Let me tell you this, if anyone dares to hurt you or Paulina, Napoleon will destroy Italy." Julian said seriously.

She knew she shouldn't laugh, but she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

"That's right." Julian twisted her cheek, "Let's go, let's continue to look at the contract."

It was too fantasy even to dream about.

She glanced up at the sky.

Is the sky in St. Helena also that blue?

Then she turned around and went back to the library.