Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1300

  Venice has many private islands scattered like diamonds in the Adriatic Sea. Severus and Felix appeared on one of them together.

  The person who was painting in the house noticed the movement, he glanced out from the transparent glass window, and then stood up.

  Not long after, Gianluca walked out of the house. He seemed to be a little better dressed, a lot more elegant, and not hip-hop as before.

   "Do you remember who I am?" Severus said to the Muggle.

   "Mr. Smith." Gianluca said somewhat arrogantly, "What's the matter?"

  "Are you heir of the Dandolo family in Venice?" Severus said.

   "No." Gianluca said, "but I know the heirs of the Dandolo family."

   "Who is Dandolo?" Felix asked.

   "You'll know soon." Severus rubbed Felix's head, and the stubborn young man unhappily pushed his hand away.

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  "Give me a wedding for Giorgioanna or a funeral for Kleber, you choose one of the two." Napoleon Bonaparte said to Bishop Caprala in a domineering tone.

   "Hahaha, the old man is not like Pastor Bart, who owes a huge debt." Archbishop Caprala said with a smile.

  At this time they are walking in Notre Dame, and the workers are repairing the damage caused during the Revolution.

  "Then are you coming on the day of your groundbreaking ceremony?" His Excellency Bonaparte asked again.

   "I think I can promise." Caprara said, "You named that canal after Saint Martin, not to mention that I have to perform the duties of guardian of Giorgio Anna."

  "You can bring a few more bishops." Bonaparte said, "The place is very spacious, so don't worry about the room being too small to stand."

"The old man was entrusted by the Holy Father to sign a peace treaty. The bandits who kidnapped me last time also confuse the two things." Caplara said, "According to the terms of the religious affairs agreement, the appointment and dismissal of the bishop is in your country. In the hands of the government, I heard that your uncle has become the Archbishop of Paris."

  Napoleon smiled.

  She feels stomachache.

  Today they came out of microservices, and they didn't have too many followers. Now listening to them talk, she feels very stressed.

   "We shouldn't leave the lady in the cold." Caprara said to Georgiana, "Talk about something that interests you."

  Napoleon also looked at her, like a young man in the salon waiting for the hostess to announce the topic and start the discussion.

   "I was wondering if I could plant a sculpture of the Virgin Mary in Notre Dame." She said, "Similar to the Virgin and the Child, it is really a masterpiece."

  "Have you been to Rome?" Caprara asked.

   "I dreamt of Maria..."

   "I hope that the entourage and officials of the French embassy in Rome will be extremely pompous when they appear." Napoleon interrupted Giorgioanna.

  Caprara smiled and nodded, "I think the Father will hear it."

  A warlord who flaunts his might.

  Georgiana scolded inwardly, he was so unpleasant.

  In fact, there is a question she really wants to ask, whether Napoleon will resume the court confessor. She thinks that this position will serve as an intermediate bridge between the king and other priests.

  The king of the old system is the father of the people. He has the responsibility to solve the livelihood problems of his subjects. Just like the father, let the children have bread to eat first. This is the key to maintaining social order.

  The first ruler is now doing almost the same thing as the king. It is obviously not enough to talk about the enthronement ceremony.

   Then she suddenly realized that the topic of her dream just now was not appropriate. No wonder Bonaparte interrupted her, but she is such a person who is not good at diplomatic vocabulary. Maybe Josephine is more suitable for this kind of occasion than her.

  She hates polygamy. She hates it very much. She used to look down on women who live in polygamy, thinking that they are attached to a man for material and life.

   Then what is she now?

   "Is there a convent near here?" she asked rebelliously.

  Caprara looked at her in surprise.

   "The church we visited last time was opened by a nun." Napoleon said aside.

   "I have seen nuns working in the hospital before. We opened a medical school near the Palace of Versailles. How about letting the nuns go there?"

  "Why do you suddenly think so?" Caprara asked interestingly.

  The more she thinks about it, the more angry she gets.

  At the side of the canal that day, she was deprived of the warlord in the clothes of a nun, and he had no respect for the clothes at all.

   "Just let them come!" she said harshly.

  Caprala was stunned.

  "The epidemic season is here, we need nurses." Napoleon said with a smile while holding back.

   "This year's harvest is said to be pretty bad." Caprala said.

   "We are ready." Napoleon said with a deep smile, "Thanks to the prophet."

  One million grains will not all go to Paris at once, but the beam trucks should have started returning from all over the world one after another.

  As long as there is a food truck, there will be people who are hungry and faint and rob food. After all, the countryside does not have that great organizational power.

  Looking at it this way, Paris, protected by city walls and the army, is the safest.

   "I am very worried about the safety of the nuns." Georgiana said, "In the eyes of some gangsters, they are just women, not nuns."

   "I will notify the dioceses." Caprara said seriously "Thank you for your reminder, kind lady."

  "My place is big enough, it must be enough for them to live in. How about sending some soldiers to protect them?" she said to Honourable Bonaparte.

   "No problem." The warlord agreed.

   "Where are the monks?" Caplara asked with a smile.

   "I think they can manage themselves." Napoleon said coldly.

  The atmosphere has become very bad again.

   “Why not restore the right of permanent tenancy, Your Excellency Bonaparte, so that the landlord can monitor the actions of the farmers.” Caplara said boldly.

The   permanent tenancy right is one of the abominable systems in the old system. Now the land is owned by the farmers after the land reclamation, but as Leoncourt discovered after the inspection, it is inefficient and the soil fertility is not restored well. But for farmers to give up their land and become tenants again, it is not just a question of property rights.

  Napoleon was meditating, he did not immediately deny Caprala’s proposal.

  This is an effective and feasible method. Just like he used officials with bad deeds, “usefulness” comes first.

   "That's how you suddenly came up with the idea? Father." Georgiana looked at Capra La, the old priest who looked very kind and thin.

   "How did you suddenly think of a nun? Daughter." Capra La asked with a smile.

   "He put me in a country monastery for a while." Georgiana said fiercely, pointing to Bonaparte.

  The First Ruling was still thinking about things, so much so that he didn’t react.

   "Hahaha, did you quarrel?" Caprala said with a big laugh.

   "My ex-husband came to me at the time and they had a fight." She deliberately said, "Do you think he had any reason to lock me up?"

   "Are you divorced?" Caplara asked.

  She did not answer immediately.

   "I want to confess, let's go to the confession booth, father." She said to Caprala, and then sent it to Cai Cai and walked to the confession booth that smelled of new paint.

  Caprara glanced at Bonaparte and followed her, leaving him and the rest of the monks standing aside, opened the black curtain, and sat down on the other side of the confession booth.

  He pulled apart the wooden boards between the confession pavilions, and through the carved lattice, he saw the woman on the other end.

  She did not draw a cross on her chest.

   "What do you want to say, kid?" Caprara asked.

   "Father, he will not only kill me, he will send everyone to hell." Georgiana said.

"Who is he?"

   "My husband, he thought I did not betray him."

   "I'm confused, madam, are you talking about your ex-husband or Bonaparte?"

   "You just said that he is a man with nothing."

   "I heard about the terrorist incident a while ago, and most people don't have the courage of him." Caprala said.

   "The situation is worse than you think. I'm afraid he will ruin the city."

   "I think Lord Bonaparte can handle this matter."

   "No, you don't understand." Georgiana cried and said, "I like them both. What a terrible person I am."

  Capra La sighed, "I think it was the Lord Bonaparte who had made the mistake of forbidding and grabbing."

"If I'm a really chaste woman, I shouldn't let him approach me, but I'm afraid to refuse him, he will hate me, if he hates someone, he will hate me forever, as long as I think so, I will be very sad. Did not resolutely reject him."

   "You didn't seduce him?" Capra La asked.

   "There is no intentional seduction."

   "What is not deliberately seducing?"

   "What do you think of that canal that is about to be built?"

  Caprara thought for a while, but did not speak.

"For ordinary people, it is a river, used for drinking water and transportation in Paris, but for us it is part of the Roman water supply system." Giorgioanna cried and said, "He didn't say it, I felt it, I Tell him what I think, do you think this is a temptation?"

   "Anything else besides this?" Caprara asked.

  "He wants to retire and go to Italy with me. We all like Venice." She cried and said, "But he offended so many people. We only encountered the assassination a while ago."

   "Why do you want to see the Crown of Thorns?" Capra La asked.

   "I want to see, I want to see what the holy relic looks like?"

  Caprara almost laughed, but still hid in the dark and said, "How is his relationship with the first lady?"

   "What feelings they can have, it is over long ago, but he will not divorce her. He is not the kind of man who abandons the people who were good to him when he becomes great."

  "Do you really think so?"

   "What good can he do if he lied to me?"

   "Your good opinion, you will let him approach you only if you have a good impression of him, right?" Caprala said.

  Georgiana did not speak.

  "We in the Western world do not respect polygamy. Your Excellency Bonaparte went to Egypt once, and perhaps learned something bad there. You should persuade him to go the right way and not continue to be attracted to the devil and go astray."

  "How should I persuade him?"

  "Let’s talk about it next time we meet. Your Excellency Bonaparte should be impatient." Caprara said, "It’s nice to meet you, Georgiana."

  The girl across from the confession booth cried for a while, then took her breath and stood up.

   "Thank you, father, I feel better."

  She left the confession booth after speaking.

  After she opened the curtain and went out, Capra La muttered "Rome" in a low voice and opened the curtain and followed out.

  He saw that the short God of War was supporting the woman who was crying in the confession room just now. Without the domineering arrogance of the French king, he was no different from an ordinary man.

  The short woman didn't know what she said to Napoleon. Napoleon looked at him with a surprised look, and Caprara frowned very seriously.

  "Do you want to restore the court penitent?" Napoleon asked.

  Caprara looked at the little woman.

  At this moment, she hid her face in Napoleon’s arms so that no one could see it.

  "Why not start by adding a small chapel in the palace?" Caprala smiled and said, "I believe you are different from those in the government."

"Except for Louis XVI, I don't want to talk with the people of the government." Napoleon proudly announced, "I will arrange a chapel for you at the Tuileries Palace. I hope that it will be hosted by a priest the day it opens. mass."

  Caprara bowed to Napoleon.

  Napoleon stared at him for a while, then left with Georgiana in his arms.

  Other monks not far away came over and surrounded Capra La.

  They had so many questions that they wanted to ask urgently, but Caprara didn't listen to a word.

  He kept watching the two of them from the back until they disappeared in the corridor of Notre Dame.

   Then he looked at other people.

  At this time, his expression was extremely majestic, and he didn't look as kind as before.

  (End of this chapter)