Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 1490

  In fact, it’s not difficult to understand the feelings of those millers. The Senate passed a bill on the 6th (April 26) of the Republic's Tenth Flower Month, and the fugitives must return to their country before the 1st of Portuguese month. For those upstarts who want to buy the assets of the former aristocracy, this is the last opportunity. Of course, they hope to buy more.

The state-religious agreement was signed on July 14, 1801, and it was officially promulgated in April 1802. Napoleon had an "inspiration" in January 1802. The promulgation of this content also depends on the timing. The bill was promulgated in April and May. The price of bread has risen sharply, other materials can be used second-hand, and old bread cannot be eaten.

The small bakery is now very difficult to survive. On the one hand, there are citizens who want to buy cheap bread, and on the other hand, the flour is rising. Some bosses have already planned to sell their bakery to a charity, and they only use manpower, otherwise they will accumulate debts like mountains. Carrying is really overwhelming.

  After participating in the military parade, Georgiana returned to the residence of the Duke of Burgundy. Although it was the same place, it felt different. She had a large-scale personal entourage, four housekeepers besides Matilda, three housekeeping servants, two barbers, a tailor and a candlelighter. Her work was not Not to light the candles in the castle, but to preheat the lacquer specifically for her so that she can stamp the documents.

  In addition to these personal servants, she has a private doctor and a nun nurse. They are all from the Versailles Army Hospital, which is the former fiefdom of Georgiana. The five accounting documents, they all got from the pawnshop, plus the 100-person Mamluk guards, she seemed to be almost the queen, but she got them at the cost of her conscience and soul, she felt this It's a very loss-making business.

  She didn't want these, so even if they saluted her, Georgiana didn't bother to pay attention, she dragged her tired steps into the tower.

   "Good afternoon, ma'am." Jill Goebel said to her standing at the door.

   "What are you doing here?" Georgiana asked.

   "Send you a letter." Goebel handed her a stack of letters.

   "Give that candle lighter, I don't want to watch it now." Georgiana said tiredly.

   "I think there is a personal letter you should read." Gobert pulled out a letter "It was written to you by Josephine."

  Georgiana stopped.

  This letter is simple, without purple roses or ribbons.

  "Do you want to see it for yourself or find someone to read it to you?" Gobert asked.

  Georgiana took the letter, opened it herself, and read it as she walked:

  I thought I would resent you, really, I have lost my best youth, and you still have it, but then I discovered that I was just like you, because I admired his courage and broad knowledge and attracted him. But I am very afraid of his power to conquer everything. He will show a kind of fanatical passion in front of me, which is touching at first, and it is precisely this kind of passion that makes me afraid.

  He once announced that the destructive work of the revolution has come to an end, and now the most important thing is reconstruction. He will crush everything into powder, and then reshape it the way he wants. I am a Creole, I know the disaster, I am not a woman who knows nothing. Lei Norman said that the fate of France was in my hands for some time. I think this is the fate, this is it, you let the expeditionary troops retreat to Martinique, which is my hometown.

  I do not have the ability to predict the future like you, but I am willing to help you.

There is one more thing I want to tell you. I didn’t have an affair with Charles. I just asked him to go to the parliament to eavesdrop on whether the politicians are going to be against Bonaparte, and then let him in Malmaison. Renoman can testify about this. .

  If you believe her like I do, Ms. Sèvres, remember not to change your surname. This is a reminder from the Prophet. Please remember.

  Georgina finished reading the letter and looked back at Gobert.

  "How did it get into your hands?" Georgiana asked.

   "Because I am your housekeeper, madam." Gobert said, "Don't worry, I haven't opened the letter and read it."

  Georgiana backed her hand, hid the letter behind her, and ignited it with fire magic.

   "Come upstairs with me." Georgiana said, and then went to the study first.

  She did not close the door of the study so that people working outside could see that the two of them were only talking, and then said in a voice that they could hear, "Do you believe in fate, Gobert?"

   "Of course I believe." Gobert said.

   "What do you think of Santo Domingo?"

   "I have nothing to do with me." Gobert said frivolously, "I think I will feel like slavery is wrong now like the ‘Friends of Slave’."

   "Josephine is a Creole." Georgiana said, "A prophet said that the fate of France is in her hands."

"and so?"

   "I think that the fate of France, Santo Domingo and the world is in the hands of Dusan Louvidul. He must live, and you must try to protect his safety."

   "Sounds like an impossible task."

   "You can choose not to do it." Georgiana said calmly.

   "I like challenges." Gobert sighed, "Do you have a plan?"

"I plan to arrange Dusan Luvidul in the Hall of Wars of Saint Luke's Palace, where there is a reception room. I will transform it into an apartment and let him and his entourage live there." Giorgioanna stood up. Get up "You go and tell Josephine, she can help me do this."

   "Just tell me so directly?"

   "I didn't tell anyone except you. If the news leaks, I know where the source is." Georgiana said, "Do you know why this expedition became like this?"

  Gobert did not speak.

   "There are still farming loans, is there anyone to mention it now?" Georgiana asked again.

   "I believe some bankers are still interested in this matter." Gobert said.

  "We can organize a fundraiser to set up an organization called the'Agricultural Staff League' to assist farmers who have been bankrupted by wars and famines."

  "Do you plan to hold a dance party?"

"This place is big enough. What's important now is to pay back the public debt. The farming borrowings can be postponed." Georgiana thought as she walked, if the exiles really can't return, then they can use theirs. The assets are used as collateral so that the bank can borrow.

   "Okay." Her new butler said, "Do you need me to talk to Godin?"

   "Which Godan?"

   "Poitvin." Gobert said with a curled mouth.

  "Spanish bankers can participate if they are interested." Georgiana said briskly, "It's rare for them to be so proactive."

   "It's really risky for you to do this." Gobert said.

  "How much do you know about Indian trade?" Georgiana asked.

   "Charlie Kant is now the governor of the trade points off the coast of India."

   "When did he go?"

   "Before Amiens and the appointment are completed."

   "That's right, Santo Domingo and India." Georgiana waved excitedly. "What's the key point I didn't expect?"

  Gobert shook his head, "Should I go and report to Madame Bonaparte?"

   "Go." Georgiana waved, and then she fell into deep thought.

  A key point is right in front of her, but she just can't think of it.

  She closed her eyes and thought, and then fell asleep unknowingly. In her dream, she heard the singing of a mermaid.

  She dreamed of Bonaparte. He was still wearing his gray tuxedo, but not wearing a three-cornered hat. Then the dwarf grew a few inches taller out of thin air, like magic.

  Such a magical place is a boon for the dwarf, he should go.

  Short is also relative. Bonaparte's height may be taller in some places, just like five feet and nine inches on the island are considered short.

  "Do you have any extra feathers?" A British businessman suddenly asked her, and Georgiana recognized him all of a sudden. That person was the one who was looking for a quill to sign on the Liverpool dock.

  She was awakened by him.

  At this time, it was dark, and the candle on her table was lit, and there was a gold balance on it.

  She looked at it and suddenly remembered the Egyptian heart ritual. If a person's heart is heavier than feathers, it will be eaten by a monster.

  She stared blankly at the light on the balance.

   Then she took a deep breath, she thought of it!

   "Matilda!" she yelled.

  There was no movement for a long time. Just when Georgiana was about to scold the maid, a girl poked her head out. It was her new maid.

  "What's your order, ma'am?" the waiter asked.

   "Is the first ruling still in the Tuileries?" Georgiana asked.

   "I'm going to ask." The waiter curtseyed toward Georgiana.

   "You let a Mamluk go." Georgiana smiled mysteriously at her, "This way, there is a sense of ritual."

  The waiter looked at her inexplicably.

  Georgiana watched her leave.

  If he is not in Tuileries, he is also in Malmaison, and she doesn't mind calling him out in that castle.

   "Future." She murmured in English, and touched the balance piece with her fingertips, and it began to sway from side to side, like a human heart.

  (End of this chapter)