Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1570 Saint Denis’ Treasures (10)

   "Clang clang clang......"

  When Georgiana came out of the underground, the church bells began to ring.

  The clear and high-pitched bells are long and solemn, with waves of buzzing aftertaste echoing between the heaven and the earth under the sunset.

  "It's time for evening prayer." Bonaparte said to Georgianna "Do you want to pray?"

  Georgiana was not sure if it was ironic, but she still walked to the altar. She didn't draw the cross, but she still folded her hands and prayed with her eyes closed.

   "AveMaria, gratiaplena..."

  She opened her eyes and turned back, and found that everyone was standing quietly without speaking. Their eyes were concentrated on the empty altar at the moment, so no one noticed her actions, except for one person.

  Canova kept staring at her, his gaze made Georgiana feel very uncomfortable, so she turned her head and started praying again.

  Albus, you should come and see, after the priest’s daughter, there is a witch who can pray.

  After a while, she put her hands down and looked back at Napolioni. He was facing the light with his face in the shadow, and she was a little confused about his expression.

  The others all left silently.

"I asked Maynu why he didn't send troops to suppress it on the day of the Portuguese riots." Bonaparte said. "I also asked Pizarro in Venice the same question. He told me that the Venetian army was at Louis XII and Francis. It was still useful in the first life. Now, when all the residents are armed, they can’t help at all. Pizarro still chooses neutrality, so I said to Pizarro, well, since your republic chooses neutrality I agree, but it should stop issuing weapons to farmers and citizens. I forgave Venice’s behavior when I was in Italy. When I arrived in Germany, I would consider these behaviors to be crimes that cannot be forgotten. If my soldiers were in I was killed on the territory of Venice, my baggage was looted, and the line of communication was cut off. Then the Republic of Venice would also perish. It would read the verdict to itself. No one took my warning seriously. Verona has done it. Prepared, the second day of Easter, the evening prayer bell rang, and the city and the countryside rioted at the same time. They killed the wounded who were recuperating. General Balan closed the fortress and fired cannons at the city from the fortress, just as before. Do the same, shoot wherever there are many people, but the crazy people didn’t stop at all. Even if the Kiuza garrison surrendered, the armed mountain people still killed them. This is different from the coup, Georgiana, Do you understand why?"

   "This is not a game." Georgiana said blankly, "Even if they know they are not safe, they will not quit."

   "It's revenge." Bonaparte said, "You told me that an Italian randomly selected a target for revenge on an Austrian family. Even if she is just a woman, can you tell me the name of that family?"

   "I can't." She said calmly.

   "Why?" he asked rhetorically.

  Because that is what will happen in the "future".

   "This is a story, isn't it?" Bonaparte asked.

  Georgiana did not answer.

   "The assassin should be a mountain man, just like Corsica, there are mountains everywhere."

  She doesn’t remember who the assassin is.

"When the mountain people knew that we had reached a peace treaty with Austria, and at the same time they knew that the Victor Division had come to support, their fighting spirit collapsed. They were just as crazy as before. They knelt on the ground and asked for surrender and accepted Balan. The general’s various conditions, surrendered the hostages, and the order in Verona was restored. The French could have used severe repression, but even though the blood of their brothers was still flowing, the French still did not retaliate. Only three residents who incited the riots were arrested, the rioters were disarmed, and all the farmers were sent home. Last year, I did not agree to the farming loan between you and Carnot. It was not because I was afraid that it would eventually become a South China Sea incident."

   "Do you suspect that I will incite peasants to riot?" Georgiana asked back.

  Bonaparte was silent for a while and then said, "I asked you just now why Marcey launched a rebellion instead of a revolution. You know the answer, right?"

   "I think so."

"tell me."

   "The peasants still need the king, but the city dwellers feel that they don't need it. Marcey was just one person at the time, but in 1789 it was the entire city..."

  "Not only Paris, but also Marseilles and Lyon. Do you know the difference between these people?"

  "Enlightenment thought." Georgiana replied, "The countryside is managed by the church, and the enlightenment thought has not reached those places."

"During the Crusades, the monks promoted the benefits of the Crusades on the forum. I must reconcile with the church. Even if the pope has no prestige among atheists and urban residents, he can still call for one in the countryside. Army, I think your wizards are really wise, not those who play with candles and curse people. Can you help me?"

  Georgiana shook her head.

   "Why?"

"It is difficult for most people to distinguish magic from magic. Leon, I don’t know if you have heard the story of Charlemagne’s childhood. There is also the remains of a saint in this church. When the German bishop was buried, his wooden coffin could not be lifted. People thought it was the undead of Saint-Germain who was warning, because the tax collectors were violating the church's jurisdiction."

   Bonaparte laughed, "When we are here, the peasants want to cancel the Eleventh Tax."

"Piping agreed to the request made by the stranger in the crowd, not only to arrest the tax officials, but also to send a few extra farms to the church. You cracked the trick of using a glass to make the Madonna shed tears, then Can you now solve the reason why the coffin of St. Germain cannot be lifted?"

   Bonaparte did not speak.

  "The Bishop of Saint-Germain hopes to abolish slavery, and the sarcophagus of Saint-Genevieve appears at this time..."

  "Stop talking." He interrupted her suddenly.

  "This is a revelation." Giorgioanna said, "Slavery is harmful to the soul and morals. The eventual breach of Rome is directly related to the slave uprising."

"No baby will choose to be independent." Bonaparte said. "If a toddler chooses to run away from home, he will have only one final outcome. The United States is a teenager. Although confused, but full of vitality, they still have hope to grow up. I can't convince William Pitt Jr. believes in me, but I hope you can believe me. No matter how much the French want to avenge you, the British, I will not allow them to avenge your civilians and The wounded do it."

  "Not because you want to wear the British crown like Edward III?" Georgiana asked.

   "I think this is the difference between us and a country ruled by a merchant oligarch." He said arrogantly, "We also talk about credibility."

  Georgiana smiled.

"It's almost winter. Grave digging and robbery will start rampant again." Georgiana smiled and said, "It is precisely because of this lack of restraint that science can develop rapidly, Leon, as you said, this can't be done, that way. Can't do it, so what else can I do?"

  "Do you want to dig a grave?"

"I couldn't control my curiosity just now. I used magic in the church. I know a ghost. He used to be a monk. He used magic to treat diseases for the people." She paused and said, "Some people say that curiosity is The driving force for human beings, I think too much curiosity will cause trouble, I also hope to save my marriage, I still love Severus, I shouldn't be curious about you."

  He did not speak.

   "You are very different from the person I know." She whispered, "Especially the first time I saw your saber, you looked like an adventurer."

"Bold actions are often necessary, but actions must be carefully planned. If I don't have these, people have reason to say that I am not worthy of rule." Napolioni pointed at her with a hat and said, "From this perspective, I He is indeed an adventurer."

  "Is it your promise to retire or did you lie to me?" Georgiana asked.

   "You will leave at any time, how do I know?" He looked at her confused and perplexed. "I don't know if I should trust you."

  "Don't believe in anyone blindly." She immediately said, "This will give others a chance to control you."

   "Yes, a genius's suggestion." He teased and said sarcastically, "This is the root of your marriage to the grave."

  She opened her eyes wide.

  "You are different from ordinary women, are you not afraid of such a terrifying basement?"

   "You are not afraid, why should I be afraid?"

   "We are all veterans who have experienced ten years of war." Bonaparte said, "I don't know whether it is the grave or you are more terrible."

  She smiled.

  Boys always like to be strong in front of girls, even if they are afraid, they will not show the slightest timidity to avoid being looked down upon by girls.

"You smile beautifully." Bonaparte stared at her and said, "Have you noticed that you choose us now, not we choose you? We are like the boys in the prom and want to make a good impression on you. "

  She opened her mouth.

   "He loves you, please believe this." After speaking, he put on his hat and walked out of the dilapidated church toward the sunset like a hero.

  In fact, there is a genius on the other side of the ocean. He was once a Frenchman, and he was also full of gunpowder.

  Unfortunately, whether it is a scientist who makes gunpowder or an artillery who uses gunpowder, they are all engaged in the profession of drinking blood and fat.

  So what exactly is happiness?

   "Leon!" Giorgioanna yelled before he walked away, and he looked back.

   "If he doesn't come to me, I will stay with you." She said loudly, her voice echoing in the church.

  He smiled and stretched out his hand to her.

  Georgiana trot over, took his hand, and walked towards the sunset together.

  (End of this chapter)