Harry Potter Morning Light

There are many elm trees planted on the lawn, one after another. They are hundreds of years old at least. If this kind of lawn appeared in a Paris park, it would definitely be filled with people sunbathing.

The honor guard only surrounded the area within a hundred steps of Magenta's house, but there were only three of them walking on the entire lawn. All the neighbors did not come out, as if those houses were empty.

She racked her brains for something to say, but they walked around the lawn without saying a word.

The sunshine in Italy was obviously harsher than that in Paris, and Georgiana regretted not bringing a parasol.

In fact, this house is in good condition. It looks like it is in the Renaissance style of the 16th century. It may be a Renaissance house. It's just more like a villa than a residence.

"Why haven't you considered marriage, Mr. Magenta?"

Magenta was stunned for a moment. He might not have expected that Georgiana would start with this question.

"I have a friend, and he said that in order to board Noah's Ark, you don't have to have a male and a female." Georgiana said casually.

"I...haven't thought about it." Magenta stammered. He originally spoke French well, but now he even had an Italian accent.

"A lot of French people stay for love, am I right, Luigi?" said Georgiana with a smile.

"There is a dragoon, he is the most handsome young man I have ever seen. After he arrived in Milan, he got an invitation from the Marchioness, but he searched around the company and couldn't find a pair of decent boots. Waiting for him He finally borrowed a pair and polished the uppers, but he couldn't solve the problem of the soles, because the soles fell off, so he could only tie them up with a rope to attend the dinner held at his wife's mansion," Luigi said with a smile.

"Where is he now?" Magenta asked casually.

Just at this moment, there was the sound of horse hooves, and a mail truck was slowly driving towards this direction.

"Today's mail has arrived," Magenta said to Georgiana, walking quickly towards the mail truck.

"Sometimes no news is good news." Luigi stood next to Georgiana and looked at the mail truck. "The War Department will send the list of the dead to the city hall by mail."

"Not to your family?" Georgiana asked subconsciously. Then she thought about it. It was too cruel to send that letter to her family like that. It was better to have someone, no matter who it was, with her than to face it alone.

"They have no family." Luigi said, "As long as the family has some means, they will pay someone to replace them. Those who replace others are often orphans. When registering for the army, some people did not report their real names at all. Soldiers They call each other by nicknames when they are together.”

"What's your nickname?" Georgiana tried to change the subject.

"The army is their home. They are brothers and relatives to each other." Luigi continued, "Nabooni changed many habits in the army. Many people used flattery methods, like the governor of Gibraltar who gave those sailors wine. drink."

"Stop talking English," Georgiana stopped Luigi.

"He knew how to teach soldiers to obey, replacing equality with honor, and replacing freedom with military discipline. He called it the 'Glory of the Eagle.' He believed that the decline of the ancient Roman legions was caused by the loss of honor. As long as who can provide sufficient With money, the soldiers will support whoever becomes emperor." Luigi asked, "Why don't you add a bee to your clan emblem?"

"What?" she asked confused.

"The Fable of the Bees, he even asked me to read it."

"Socrates said he was a gadfly. What do you think a bee would look like next to a cow?" Georgiana asked.

At this time the carriage started moving again, and Magenta had already taken the package. He held the letter in one hand and the bag containing the package in the other, and walked angrily towards Georgiana.

Luigi subconsciously blocked Georgiana behind him.

"Do you plan to implement the British poor system in Italy?" Magenta shouted towards Georgiana, holding up the letter in his hand.

"It's not about helping the poor... Oops," Georgiana whispered.

"Let me tell you about the current situation in Lombardy now. Many factories have closed down, leaving many idle workers looking for bread-providing jobs in deserted areas!" Magenta put down the letter in his hand and said, There is an orphanage in Santa Margherita in Via. The director took his 12 daughters there and learned singing together with other orphans. They were very happy together. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, but beauty is What is it to you? There has been no charity in Pavia since a century, although the Lombard kings piously and brilliantly built churches and monasteries. It is said that Italy is sleeping, and the French will wake her from her slumber. Come, a new era of freedom and revival will come. You just asked me about marriage, and I tell you now that my ambition, like many others, is no longer in writing sonnets on a rich lady's handkerchief, but in The progress of our nation, but the progress I want is not like this!”

Magenta waved the letter in his hand again.

"When the captain found me that day, the Piedmontese were discussing... Voltaire once said that the French often change their laws, just like they change their mail coaches. Is this going to change again?"

"It was a misunderstanding," Georgiana explained. "I never thought about sending children to factories."

Magenta didn't seem to believe her anymore, so she turned around and walked back to her house.

"Didn't you hear what Madame Sèvre said? This is a misunderstanding." Luigi blocked Magenta's path.

Then Magenta and Luigi started arguing in Italian, while Georgiana stood aside and did not ask them to communicate in French.

But after a while, Magenta seemed to calm down a little, and he handed the letter to Georgiana.

"I made similar mistakes in Brussels... and in France." She did not take the letter, but looked into Magenta's eyes and said, "I'm not here to make trouble, I just want to make everything better."

Seeing that she had not taken the letter, Magenta put his hand down.

"Today's farmers are healthier than in ancient times, but they are still flooded in hospitals. I thought the country needed doctors." Magenta said tiredly, "I have been in the hospital, and it was like a slaughterhouse... After you left Paris, the slaughterhouse in Grand Chateau was moved to the suburbs, and a more standardized slaughterhouse was established."

"Don't talk to her like that." Luigi warned.

"Do you think I am a butcher?" Georgiana asked calmly.

"I don't know, do you think you are?" Magenta asked, and then he turned and left.

After the door was closed, Georgiana remembered why Cheroni had come to him.

"Don't mind what he said." Luigi comforted.

"I tend to be true, no matter how bloody it is." Georgiana looked at Luigi, "Don't lie to me next time."

"Are you going to issue an order to suppress Piedmont?" Luigi looked at her expressionlessly, "So you sent Augero to Turin."

In fact, she didn't have this idea...

"It seems that good communication is indeed necessary." Georgiana said, looking back at the house that reminded her of Jane Austen's novels, as if that kind of British rural love was getting farther and farther away from her.

Then she turned and left, getting on her carriage.