Harry Potter Morning Light

Sir Merry asked Georgiana to meet at Place des Invalides.

This square is where the second industrial exhibition is held, a huge tent is being erected on the square, and architects are installing street lights according to the drawings.

This exhibition will be held no matter day or night. Unlike the first exhibition, this time there will be "big guys" appearing, and many machines have already entered the venue in advance, including her fellow, a thresher designer from Scotland. Andrew Mikel.

He tried to use his newly learned French to make the French architect understand how much water he needed to drive it, and then he saw Georgiana coming, and immediately greeted her enthusiastically.

Georgiana didn't go over, she beckoned to him, and made a mental note to hire a few more translators who could speak English and French, and then Louvre Truman continued to search for Sir Merry on the busy construction site, and finally found him in a small room next to the big tent. He was found in the tent.

He was discussing with other people to get together to drink water and rest, and took off his coat. He was reminded that he saw Georgiana, and then he called the people next to him, and the two walked towards Georgiana together.

The other person also buttoned up his neck on such a hot day. He looked not only serious but also very hot. He bowed to Georgiana cautiously, and then kissed the back of her hand. It was in line with aristocratic etiquette and at the same time looked vigorous and resolute. It looks like an army.

"Introduction, this is the ambassador to France, Lord Whitworth." Sir Merry said out of breath, "Let's go to the cafe opposite, it's too noisy here."

Georgiana rolled her eyes at the Frenchmen who were looking this way, smiled at them, and followed them to an open-air cafe near the square.

After she sat down, she ordered a glass of soda instead of coffee. After the waiter left, Georgiana asked Louvre Truman to hand over the prepared documents to Sir Merry from the document bag.

Sir Merry glanced at Lord Whitworth and opened the folder.

"What is this?" Sir Merry asked, looking at the mess of letters.

"Encrypted files." Georgiana said softly, "Didn't you have people go to St. Luke's Palace to steal files last time?"

"That's not us." Sir Merry closed the folder.

"All in all, this is an encrypted file. It may be a backup plan for Santo Domingo. It may be useful to you after deciphering. Also, don't say I gave it to you." She was about to leave after finishing speaking.

"The French Ministry of Foreign Affairs has negotiated with us that if Santo Domingo becomes independent, we will cut off trade relations with it." Sir Merry said, "The situation over there is more complicated than you can imagine."

"What's the meaning?"

"When General Maitland arrived in Santo Domingo, there were already five parties at war. Later, our coalition forces with the old French aristocracy failed and retreated. A new government was established by the white working class, Dusan Luqueville is their leader."

Georgiana felt like a sap.

"We're already planning to give up that place," Sir Merry said. "The latitude and longitude of Cuba is about the same as that of Santo Domingo. Anyway, they don't have the ability to build their own ships."

"What does the United States say?" Georgiana said.

Lord Whitworth shook his head. "Only France still wants that piece of land. The constitution drafted by Toussaint Louverture recognizes Santo Domingo as a colony of France, but only obeys its unique laws."

"Spain also gave up the eastern part of Santo Domingo, and the Revolutionary Army took advantage of the opportunity to change defenses and marched to occupy that area." Sir Merry said.

Georgiana had nothing to say.

She suddenly felt that it was easier to persuade the Jews to buy Belgian land than to solve this problem.

Perhaps it was true that Coraline had placed it not on Bonaparte's desk, but in Lestrange's vault, so that it could be treated as if nothing of the sort had happened.

She was about to reach out to take away the documents in Sir Merry's hand, but an iron rod blocked her.

"Daughter, why didn't you call me when you came out to play?" Citizen Leoncourt said to her.

"When did you come back?" said Georgiana in surprise.

"It's been less than a month, and I'm adapting to my new job," said Leon Cour. "I'm the prefect of Senna now."

There is a governor in Paris, but the governor does not care about administration, and the administrative work is done by the General Administration of Seine County.

That is to say, in a sense, Leon Cour is already the mayor of Paris. Although he is only in charge of administration, he is basically an errand in a capital full of high-ranking officials.

"Should I congratulate you?" She said angrily.

"What topic were you discussing just now?" Leon Kuhl said, looking at the two Englishmen.

"Santo Domingo," replied Sir Merry after a moment. "What news have you heard?"

"I heard that after the riots in Pavia, the First Consul handed over the police power to the local urban and rural guards, and local-born officials. This not only saved their own troops, but also obtained auxiliary teams." Li Angcourt said, "His Excellency Lucien warned the first batch of high officials that their tasks are heavy and the top priority is taxation. Paying taxes is a sacred duty. The British poet Pope once said that only fools are the form of government. As for debate, history praises all forms, and generally speaking, the same is true for government, because human beings love freedom, and in a society, individual freedom needs certain behaviors to regulate, so the first priority of freedom The first condition is that there be restrictions. If there is absolute freedom in things, freedom dies in disorder, and the first job of government is to establish order."

"You still want to run that place?" asked Ser Merry.

"If we also give up, no one is allowed to do business with Santo Domingo." Leon Kuhl said coldly, "Let that ulcer fend for itself."

"The King and Prime Minister will hear that." Lord Whitworth nodded. "Whose name shall I add?"

"They just need to know this sentence." Sheriff Leon Kull said, "No one's name is needed."

"So those expeditionary forces are basking in the Caribbean now?" said Sir Merry.

"We want to send them some olive oil so they don't get sunburned, can I borrow your boat?" Leon Cour said.

"Of course not," said Lord Whitworth immediately.

"You won't intercept our letter this time?"

The two Britons laughed awkwardly.

Just at this time, the coffee and soda that Georgiana and the others wanted arrived, and the four of them chatted politely. When the cup of coffee was finished, Leon Kull made an excuse and took Georgiana away.

After getting into the carriage, Leon Kuhl closed the door and immediately asked, "What did you give to the British just now?"

"The same document that was given to you yesterday, have you deciphered it?" Georgiana asked.

"It's not a difficult password. Monge and the others easily cracked it." Leon Kuhl said, "It's 'mercy' (mercy), right? Thirty-five thousand words, thirty-five thousand words of mercy."

Georgiana nodded.

"Hope the people of Santo Domingo are worth it."

"I didn't do that for the people of Santo Domingo, but for Leon. I hope he still has a tolerant heart." Georgiana said blankly, "I feel tired too. If the Mingo people don’t accept it, then leave them alone, other places in the Caribbean can also grow sugar cane, and the British are already planning to move to Cuba.”

"Ending in this way is decent for both parties." Leon Kuhl sighed, "but what you just did is not so decent."

"I'm going to be put in jail?"

"You committed treason." Leon Kuhl said helplessly, "What are you thinking? Daughter."