Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1481 "Plaza Agreement"

  Sir Meri asked Georgiana to meet at Veterans Square (placedesinvalides).

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

This exhibition will be held either day or night. Unlike the first exhibition, there will be "big guys" appearing this time. Many machines have already entered the exhibition in advance, including her fellow, a designer of thresher from Scotland. Andrew Mikel.

  He tried to use his new French to let the French architect understand how much water he needs to drive it. Later, when he saw Georgiana coming, he immediately greeted her with enthusiasm.

Georgiana did not go there. She beckoned to him, remembering to hire a few more translators who can speak English and French. Then Louvre Truman continued to look for Sir Merrie on the busy construction site, and finally a small man next to the big tent. He was found in the tent.

  He was discussing with others to gather for a drink and rest. He took off his jacket. After being reminded that he saw Georgiana, he called the person next to him, and the two walked towards Georgiana together.

The other person also buttoned the button under his neck on such a hot day. He looked not only serious but also very hot. He bowed to Georgiana stiffly, and then kissed the back of her hand. It was in line with the noble etiquette and at the same time appeared vigorous and vigorous. Looks like a gang.

   "Introduce, this is the ambassador to France, Lord Whitworth." Sir Merrie gasped and said, "Let's go to the cafe opposite. It's too noisy."

  Georgiana rolled her eyes to the Frenchman who was looking here, smiled at them, and followed them to an open-air cafe near the square.

  After sitting, she did not ask for coffee, but a glass of soda. After the waiter was gone, Georgian asked Louvre Truman to hand over the prepared documents to Sir Merrie from the file bag.

  Sir Merrie glanced at Lord Whitworth and opened the folder.

   "What is this?" Sir Merrie asked, looking at the mess of characters.

   "Encrypted files." Georgian said softly, "Did you guys go to Saint Luke's Palace to steal files last time?"

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

   "In short, this is an encrypted file. It may be a backup plan for Santo Domingo. After deciphering, it may be useful to you. Also, don't say I gave it to you." She planned to leave after she said it.

  "The French Ministry of Foreign Affairs has negotiated with us. If Santo Domingo becomes independent, we will sever trade relations with it." Sir Meri said, "The situation over there is more complicated than you think."

   "What do you mean?"

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

  Georgiana was like a sap.

  "We have already decided to abandon that place." Sir Meri said, "Cuba's latitude and longitude are about the same as Santo Domingo, and they don't have the ability to build their own ships anyway."

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

  Lord Whitworth shook his head. “Only France still wants that piece of land. The constitution drafted by Toussaint Louvidoul recognizes Santo Domingo as a French colony, 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 to march and occupy that area." Sir Meri said.

  Georgiana has nothing to say.

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

  Perhaps Caroland did not put it on Bonaparte’s desk, but put it in Leicester’s vault, so that it could be treated as if it hadn’t happened.

  She just wanted to reach out and take away the papers in Sir Merrie's hand, but an iron rod blocked her.

   "Daughter, why don't you call me when you come out to play?" Leoncourt citizen said to her.

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

  "It's been less than a month, I am adjusting to a new job." Leon Coulter said, "I am now the guard of Seine County."

  Paris has a governor, but the governor does not care about the administration, the administrative work is done by the Seine County General Administration Office.

  In other words, Leoncourt is already the mayor of Paris in a certain sense. 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?" Leoncourt looked at the two Englishmen and said.

   "Santo Domingo." Sir Merrie replied after a while, "What did you hear?"

"I heard that after the Pavia riots, the first ruling authority handed over the police power to the local urban and rural guards and local-born officials. This not only saved his own troops, but also gained an auxiliary team." Angcourt said, "His Excellency Lu Xi'an said when he warned the first group of high-ranking officials that their tasks are heavy and the top priority is tax priority. Tax payment is a sacred duty. The British poet Pope once said that only fools are the form of government. Debate, history commends all forms literally, and generally speaking, the same is true for governments. Because humans love freedom, and in a society, individual freedom requires certain behaviors to regulate, so freedom comes first. One condition is that there are restrictions. If things are to be absolutely free, freedom will die in chaos. The government's first task is to establish order."

   "You still want to take care of that place?" Sir Merrie asked.

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

   "The king and the prime minister will hear this." Lord Whitworth nodded, "whose name shall I add?"

   "They only need to know this sentence." The county guard of Leoncourt said, "I don't need someone's name."

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

  "We want to give them some olive oil to prevent them from getting sunburned. Can we borrow your boat?" Leoncourt said.

   "Of course there is no problem." Lord Whitworth said immediately.

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

  The two Englishmen laughed in embarrassment.

  At this time, the coffee and soda that Georgian and the others wanted arrived, and the four of them were so polite and chatting. When the cup of coffee drank, Leoncourt made an excuse and took Georgian away.

  Waiting to get on the carriage, Leoncourt closed the door and immediately asked, "What did you hand over to the British?"

   "The same document was handed to you yesterday, did you decipher it?" Georgiana asked.

  "It's not a difficult password. Monge and they cracked it easily." Leoncourt said, "It's ‘mercy’, right? Thirty-five thousand words, thirty-five thousand words of mercy."

  Georgiana nodded.

   "Hope the people of Santo Domingo deserve it."

"I didn't do it for the people of Santo Domingo, but for Leon. I hope he still has a tolerant heart." Giorgioanna said with a blank expression, "I feel tired too. If this is the case, Santo The Mingo people don’t accept it. Just leave them alone. You can grow sugar cane elsewhere in the Caribbean. The British are already planning to move to Cuba.

   "Ending this way is decent for both parties." Leoncourt sighed. "But what you did just now is not so decent."

   "I'm going to be locked up in jail?"

  "You committed the crime of treason." Leoncourt said helplessly, "What are you thinking? Daughter."

  (End of this chapter)