Chapter 1194 Game World (Part 2)

Severus pulled the dagger out of a human-shaped clay pot, and black liquid as thick as asphalt immediately spurted out.

"Oh, Paracelsus, what does this smell like!" Gong Saiyi covered his nose and kept retching.

"Crocodile entrails." Prince Eugène said, "Sailors will take out the crocodile's entrails, make them into mummies and stuff them with stones as a kind of ballast to prevent the ship from capsizing in the water."

The internal organs will not be thrown away directly, they will be preserved in such a jar."

"Can't you smell that smell?" Gong Saiyi said angrily, covering his head with a bubble head charm.

Eugene didn't answer him.

"I never imagined that one day I would actually be jealous of a ghost without a sense of smell."

"Careful," Severus said. "There's something wrong with the water."

The black liquid flowing out of the jar was not like stagnant water like before. Instead, it was continuously deformed by an invisible force.

"If two brothers share a cake, they will definitely get a different cake than if they share it with eight brothers." Prince Eugene said, "The fewer crocodiles left, the more powerful it will be."

Gong Saiyi used his patron saint to try to push back the thing that was about to emerge from the water, but his macaw seemed to be afraid of the thing in the black water and did not dare to fly too close.

Severus circled the wand around his head, and soon a white swan flew out from the end of the wand. The two birds worked together to force it back.

"Your patron saint has changed." Prince Eugene looked at Severus, "I remember it turned out to be a deer."

"It has nothing to do with you." Severus said coldly.

Eugene looked at Gong Saiyi, who was looking at the back of Severus thoughtfully.

"Let's go." Prince Eugene said, taking the lead in leaving the exhibition hall.

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"Fox? Is that what you call the eternal bird?" Hathor stared at the bird that was as golden and red as flames.

"No, we call it Phoenix, Fox is its name," Pomona said.

"Is it your god?" Hathor asked.

"No, that's its nickname." Pomona said carefully, "It's Dumbledore's pet."

Hathor's eyes widened in shock.

"Human beings are incredible. You actually dare to keep this immortal bird as a pet."

"Well~, you should really take a look at humans' attitude towards cats." Pomona said with a silly smile, "I read in a book that the phoenix seems to be a product of alchemy, because like the basilisk, it does not exist in nature.

Natural enemy."

"You want to talk to me about this?" Hathor looked at Pomona.

"What would an average woman want to talk to you about?" Pomona said weakly.

"They will ask me what kind of person they are compatible with and when they will meet that person. Sometimes a boy will ask me if his beloved girl is interested in him." Hathor smiled and shook his head. "These

Little fool."

"Is horoscope divination really accurate?" Pomona asked with great interest.

"What do you want to divine?"

"Is this a stupid question?"

"What do you think?"

"You'd better tell me the origin of Phoenix." Pomona said helplessly.

"Why should I tell you?" Hathor asked.

"what do you want?"

"I smell food, what did you bring?" Hathor pointed to Pomona's velvet bag.

So Pomona generously took out the food she had brought with her and put her picnic blanket and the wine she brought from the winery on the blanket. Hathor directly picked up the wine bottle and pointed it at

Drink from the top of the bottle.

"Huh." After drinking "tons and tons" of a bottle of wine, Hathor used his hands as a fan and kept fanning himself. "It's really delicious. Do you still have it?"

Pomona took out another bottle. This time Hathor was not so impatient. She waited for Pomona to pour the wine into the glass and began to drink it gracefully.

"I'm really sorry that my place is so shabby." Hathor said apologetically, "No one has offered sacrifices to me for many years."

"It's okay." Pomona gave Hathor a luxurious pillow filled with dried evening primrose flowers and bought in Venice. "Lie on it and chat. It's very comfortable."

The Egyptian beauty is lying lazily on the pillow, her movements are elegant and charming, just like the oil painting hanging on the wall of the Louvre.

Let alone a man, even Pomona, a woman, couldn't help but feel moved. No wonder Ramses II called her "my peerless beauty".

"This is life." Hathor rubbed the silk fabric fondly. "I miss it so much."

"Now can you tell me the origin of Bennu?" Pomona asked quickly while Hathor was in a good mood.

"In the myths recorded by the priests, Benu created himself from the flames of a sacred tree in the sanctuary of the temple of the sun god Ra, but I heard that it was conceived from Nun at the beginning of chaos.

The shell that broke out of the first rock." Hathor took a sip of wine and picked up a piece of strawberry pie to eat. "Do you know what Nun is?"

"I've heard of it," Pomona said calmly, "We call it the Sea of ​​Chaos."

"If alchemy is the art of water and fire, then the phoenix you are talking about was created by alchemy, but it was not created by humans."

"I understand." Pomona said with a smile, "It's like the difference between 3-methoxy-4-hydroxybenzaldehyde and natural vanillin."

"What does that mean?" Hathor asked confused.

"I don't even know what to say." Pomona was about to burst into tears. "I am becoming more and more like Severus."

"What's wrong with this?" Hathor asked.

"He is the most unpopular teacher in the school." Pomona pointed to her nose, "I am very popular among the students!"

"But I think there are many students who like him now."

"I know, this is the annoying part." Pomona took a big sip of wine. "Even the house elves listen to him. It's obvious that I treat them better."

"Are you jealous?"

"No!" Pomona denied. "How could I be jealous of Snotlout?"

Hathor held his chin and looked at her.

"Okay, I'm a little jealous." Pomona waved her hand, "Even Trelawney has admirers, why don't I?"

"Me too." Hathor shook his head, "Why do so many people look at Venus? Obviously I am also the God of Love."

"You mean Venus de Milo?" Pomona said, somewhat confused.

"And that statue of the Goddess of Victory, what's so good about it when it's in such tatters?" Hathor pouted and said full of jealousy.

"They don't smile at them like the Mona Lisa." Pomona put a piece of almond biscuit in her mouth and chewed it. "If you can't even see a smile, what are they doing around them? The mystery of the Mona Lisa

I don’t think the smile is mysterious at all. She just wants to attract attention. If any woman would smile at my husband for no reason..."

"Slap her!" Hathor said violently.

"No." Pomona said hypocritically, "This is too uncivilized."

"So you want to let that woman smile at your husband, keep his eyes fixed on her, and all he thinks about is her?" Hathor asked sarcastically.

Pomona sullenly drained the wine in her glass.

"If a cat wants to steal the meal I cooked, I won't say 'please' to it." Hathor raised his eyebrows, looking like a femme fatale, "Of course I will drive it away with something handy."

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"The pharaoh has so many concubines, and Nefertari is not jealous at all?" Pomona asked.

"The Pharaoh needs to establish his authority. Some people think that having more women and children means success." Hathor said tiredly, "That's what his job requires."

"I can't accept this." Pomona frowned in disgust.

"Kings, pharaohs, and emperors all need heirs. In the old days, the king's heir needed a mother and a noble birth. This rule made many ambitious people give up their ideas. Later, as long as it was legal, whether the birth was noble or not was no longer a problem.

It doesn't matter, the origin of the harem battles largely stems from this." Hathor sneered, "Louis XV's mistresses all chose the wrong enemies and competed with Pompidou for the position of the first mistress.

She should find a way to become a legal wife, so that the children they give birth to will also have the right to inherit. The little Cleopatra is actually very smart. Napoleon promised her that as long as she can give birth to children, he will

Divorce Josephine."

"Then he promised to marry that little Cleopatra?" Pomona asked.

"Guess." Hathor asked with a smile.

"It's unbelievable." Pomona shook her head and put the wine glass to her lips. "Who would believe such nonsense from a man?"

"A man who can embrace the world spiritually, but does not have this ability given by nature, then everything he does is empty talk." Hathor stared at Pomona and drank. "Napoleon is eager to prove his ability in this area. You

Is your husband really willing to give up the heir?"

Pomona didn't answer her.
To be continued...