Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2238 Flower War (one hundred and forty-seven)

  Vellemeammihiliberatemfatasinerentnaturaquantcontulit.

   I hope that fate will give me freedom as nature gives me.

   But if one day, you really get freedom, when you walk alone in the desert, do you still want that freedom?

Georgiana put down the travel journal. After Wanning's engagement ceremony, Nick and Cao Xi left BJ together and set foot on the westbound road. The difference is that Cao Xi was exiled there, while Nick obeyed. His agreement with the imam continued to search for that mysterious race.

  The ending of the story was a little unexpected, Georgiana thought that Wan Ning would definitely choose one of them, and the two of them would compete.

There is not much useful information that book can give Georgiana, unless she gets to Nick's book, written in Turkish by a Macedonian, about the gardener in Tabriz. Seemingly not a bad guy, he rescued a Shia teenage girl and let her live in the garden he arranged.

   There are many people who will arrange the garden of the castle into a labyrinth. Coupled with the talent of the yin people who are good at taking care of plants and animals, they are natural gardeners.

After putting down the book, she turned her gaze to the map of Bruges next to her. It was found in the library by Ferrier just now. It was drawn in the 16th century. The name of a major canal.

The canals of Venice are not complicated, but the dense houses are like labyrinths, and the canals of Bruges are not like cobwebs, but there is an unfathomable secret here, the bottle of Henry of Alsace from the cross. Is the holy blood brought back from the military expedition real?

Louis IX used the money in the treasury to buy the crown of thorns, a holy relic of Constantinople. This thing is very easy to forge. It is made of thorns that the Romans casually pulled on the roadside. It is different from ordinary crowns. It had thorns on it, so it was most likely stained with holy blood.

   There is also the Iron Crown, in the middle of which is not a precious stone but a nail, which is said to have been taken from the crucifixion of Jesus. It is much smaller than the normal head, not to mention the big head of Napoleon. In order to put on Cinderella's crystal slipper, her sisters cut off their feet, and they can't cut their heads to fit the Iron Crown.

  It is easy for people to fall into such misunderstandings, racking their brains to find a suitable explanation, and although it is logically reasonable, it cannot escape a framework.

  Georgianna also wants to avoid entering into similar misunderstandings. The Catholic holy water is plainly salted water. Salt represents divinity and purity. It can be used to bless the scriptures or to exorcise demons. If Albus knew that she used holy water to deal with "devils", he would suspect that he had failed in his education. But sea water is salt water to a certain extent, red sea water, blue blood, which is incredible, but there are many "blue blood people", who are named after the blue blood vessels clearly visible under their skin.

  When a person is awake, the blood is red when he is injured, and when he is dreaming, the blood is blue.

The most important thing that can be used for witchcraft is "blue blood", the bill in question has been taken away, and in Bonaparte's Muggle point of view, it is best to curse also go with him, he seems Forget how much of a hidden danger it will bring to Paris.

  In 1750, there was a child kidnapping case, the police and the citizens did not trust each other, and the police chief was even beaten to death because of this.

   She had no choice but to shake her head, but she wanted to find a place like Jehol for quarantine, because fear sometimes spreads like a plague, which is undoubtedly bad in a densely populated capital.

   There was a knock on the door.

  Georgianna raised her head, and Matilda, who was standing at the door, opened the door. It was Leyla du Renard and Rose Bertin, who looked at Georgiana as soon as Bertin entered the suite.

   "What do you want to say?" Georgiana asked with a smile.

   "You haven't changed your clothes yet." Bertin said in disbelief.

   "If I had to change at this time, I would have to wear pajamas." She said lightly, "I have a question for you, how much do you know about Pierre-Auguste de Calabasas?"

   "You are talking about the Count of Mons, what did you ask him for?"

   Because he seems to want to curse you to death.

   "Just tell me what you know." Georgiana said "Tea or coffee?"

   "It's so late, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep." Bertin sat down on the chair opposite Georgiana. "Do you know vampires?"

   "Slightly heard." Georgiana kept smiling. "You think this earl is a vampire?"

   "He made the girls believe he was," Bertin said angrily. "They were either scared away by him or fascinated by him."

   "He's handsome?"

"If you don't look good, you can dress gorgeously..." Bertin coughed and swallowed the words he almost said. "He has a wine estate in the Languedoc, and he also likes to keep scorpions as pets. ."

  Georgiana imagined those "bloods" in the movie.

   "Well, how did you ask him for a debt?" asked Georgiana.

   "I asked him to mortgage the winery to me. Of course he wouldn't. Do you know Mrs. Barack? His ancestors used to be her knights."

   "You mean Madame Barack of Carcassonne? The one whose husband was killed by Charlemagne and who later surrendered to Charlemagne?"

"The Tolancaville family is the protector and promoter of literature. At that time, she recruited the most famous bards. The Count of Mons was once a famous poet in Paris." Madame Bertin shook her head "Who knows what will happen later. thing."

  Georgianna was silent.

   "After the chaos in Paris, he returned to the fief, and then the townspeople came to besiege him, so he ran to Spain, and I heard that he almost became the lover of a certain duchess."

   "Oh..." Georgiana said dryly.

   "He needed a dress for the ball, I offered him it, but he didn't make it, he asked me to give him some time, I agreed, so I went to England, and the girls contacted him after that."

   "Is his charm of no use to you?" asked Georgiana.

   "If I were twenty years younger, but for me now, money is the most handsome." Bertin smiled wryly.

Georgiana looked at Bertin. According to the age of a human woman, she should look similar to Bertin at the moment, with wrinkles on her face. This is still under the condition of Bertin's careful maintenance. If it is a female miner in Scotland, it is Forget it.

  There are not many female miners, and there are no women in the mine, but they will carry the ore out of the mine, and they are all black.

  The equipment is expensive, and they are much cheaper in comparison, which may be the characteristic of Scotland.

   "Have you been to England?" asked Georgiana.

   "Of course I've been there, but at that time the Regent was not fat, he was still a very handsome young man." Bertin said with emotion, "His clothes are much more fashionable than yours."

   "I just didn't change my dress all night." Georgiana protested.

   "I've seen your wardrobe, and you don't even bother about it, do you?" Bertin said.

   "I think Madam's dress looks nice." Matilda replied.

   Bertin was about to speak.

   "We'll talk about clothes and fashion tomorrow, you know the Count of Mons..."

   "Don't call him that, you can call him Mr. Calabasas." Bertan said flatly.

   "He's back home?" asked Georgiana.

   "I heard so, but I haven't seen him in Paris."

  Georgianna was scratching her head, wondering what more questions she hadn't asked.

"Do you know about the wedding of the Prince of Wales?" continued Bertin. "He got a priest out of the debt prison and married him and Mrs Fitzherbert, something God couldn't do but debt did. ."

  Georgianna laughed.

   "I know there's a lot of love affair and bad press about this regent, at least when he loves those women, he gives it with all his heart."

   "Are you speaking nicely for a dude?" asked Georgiana.

"He's a generous customer." Bertin replied "honestly". "I saw him showing off with a portrait of Mary. If you love someone, you don't want to hide them, but like him, you want to show them off. The world announced."

   "What do you mean?" asked Georgiana.

   "I saw another fool here." Bertin stood up. "Why don't you see him?"

"He is sick……"

   "You are the one who needs you the most when you are sick. The doctor can only treat his physical illness, but not his heart." Bertin interrupted her again. "Or do you not care about him at all?"

  Georgianna didn't know what to say.

   "Poor little thing," Bertin said sympathetically, then turned and left.

   After she went out, Matilda didn't close the door and kept staring at Georgiana.

   "What do you want to say?" she said dryly.

   "She's right, ma'am," cried Matilda. "You should go and see the First Presidency."

   "It's so late, he must be asleep."

   "That doesn't prevent you from visiting him," Matilda said. "Or you don't care about him at all?"

   "You say that like I'm a bad woman!"

   "Aren't you?" Matilda said fiercely, with an expression that resembled those of Catholic high school girls.

   So she stood up and took two steps.

   "You don't change your clothes?" Matilda asked again.

   It's so midnight, does she need to dress up for a sleeping person?

   But she still swallowed her breath and went back to the bedroom, changed her clothes, and left the bedroom under the cover of darkness.

   (end of this chapter)