Chapter 1195 Game World (Part 2)

Hathor has a good capacity for wine. After contributing all the newly brewed wine in the winery, Pomona also gave her the old wine she took away from the bunker last time. Only then did she feel tipsy.

Look.

"Eugène is a beautiful child, isn't he?" Hathor mumbled as he lay on the mat. "He is only 17 and already taller than Bonaparte."

"Indeed." Pomona poured another glass of wine for Hathor.

"That slut... hiccup." Hathor burped. "She really thought she was infinitely charming. After becoming Bonaparte's mistress, she always smiled at Eugène, thinking she could bring the father and son together.

Conquered."

"You hate that little Cleopatra?" Pomona asked softly.

"She is in my territory." Hathor said a little confused. "Seduce my man."

Pomona wanted to say that neither Eugène nor Napoleon belonged to this Egyptian goddess of love, but she still smirked and agreed, "You're right, she really overestimates her abilities."

"I heard you are fighting for equality in the UK?"

"It's already a thing of the past, my goddess."

"Do you believe this?" Hathor looked at Pomona with drunken eyes.

"No." Pomona followed her words.

"Don't try to lie to me." Hathor seemed to be more awake. "Are you just saying that to make me happy?"

"I think purebloods should marry outstanding Muggles and Muggle-borns. The closer the blood relationship is, the higher the probability of giving birth to children with deformities and mental retardation." Pomona looked into Hathor's eyes and said, "Just like you.

Napoleon married a Habsburg princess."

"He doesn't love that princess." Hathor said coldly, "She is neither beautiful nor wise. She has nothing but noble blood."

Pomona didn't know what to say.

"She is as clumsy as a cow." Hathor took another sip of wine. "But at least she is a living woman."

"What did you do?" Pomona asked Hathor in a low voice.

Hathor showed a sneer, "They want a child, but I won't let them get what they want. That little Cleopatra is an illegitimate daughter. What qualifications does she have to give birth to the king's heir?"

"What?" Pomona asked in surprise.

"Napoleon is a half-Oriental born in the Mediterranean. Children born out of wedlock in the East have the same inheritance rights." Hathor smiled evilly, "Just like Thutmose III, as long as he is the son of Thutmose II.

He has the right to inherit, even if he has no blood relationship with Heqise."

"Who is Heqize?"

"You should really read up on Egyptian history." Hathor said displeasedly, "Hechse is another name for Hatshepsut."

"You let the child who was supposed to be born in Egypt be born on the bed of a Habsburg princess?" Pomona raised her voice.

"I have fulfilled his wish. Isn't this what he has been dreaming about day and night? A legal heir."

"Oh, God." Pomona wailed, covering her head.

"Why are you so excited?"

Pomona suddenly understood how men went crazy when they mentioned Cupid, and she was going crazy now.

Augustus himself had no sons, although he married a woman who had given birth to children to ensure that she would have no problems in that regard.

Augustus's successor may be a son-in-law, or even an adopted son. If Napoleon really admires Rome so much, then he can imitate Caesar and pass his throne to his officially recognized adopted son Eugene instead of being weak himself.

, the young biological son, let that child grow up surrounded by wolves with ulterior motives.

The War of the Spanish Throne was also caused by the death of a male heir to the Habsburg family. Spanish princesses who also had Habsburg blood had no right to inherit.

They also did not have the courage and means of Hatshepsut, who usurped the throne and became the female pharaoh. Starting from Thutmose III, the blood lineage of the Eighteenth Dynasty of Egypt has nothing to do with the "Moon Family" that founded the country.

Conspiracy to usurp the throne does not necessarily require "divine right of kings" and "concession." Women in ancient times were good at weaving. They could weave a sophisticated and complex web in a way that ordinary people could not detect, just like men using swords and blood.

By the time they thought about the taste, the rice had been cooked and it was too late to change it.

Although Hathor is the God of Love, he is jealous of living women. Everyone is asking for blessings from her, but no one has thought that she also longs to be loved. Napoleon's private life was messed up by her, but who let him die easily?

If you don't want to die, you must sleep in the temple of Hathor.

Couples who were unable to have children, after exhausting all options, went to temples and other places to ask for a child. Pomona didn't know whether Napoleon was lucky or unlucky.

"He is a very interesting person, right?" Hathor said a little lonely, "No matter what Josephine did wrong, he can forgive her."

"You like your 'pet' very much?" Pomona asked.

"He's not here with me." Hathor looked back out the window in the direction of the Tuileries Palace.

"Why?" Pomona asked.

"In the last years of his life, he repented to your God, and His messenger on earth forgave him, and now he is no longer in my realm." Hathor turned his attention to Pomona. "If you promise to help me

A small favor..."

"No." Pomona flatly refused. "He is already pitiful enough. Find someone else to harm him."

"What about your lover?" Hathor said coldly.

"How do you want me to help you?" Pomona changed her words decisively.

"You don't even know what blessings I want to give you."

"I don't care." Pomona said decisively, "I can't bear the blessing of the goddess of love, whether she is Egyptian or Greek."

"Oh, really?" Hathor looked angry. "You still think Cupid is stupid and only creates chaos?"

"We just want to live a simple life, so don't force a child on me. I've been raising children for decades."

"I know what you want." Hathor put down his wine glass and said soberly, "You always thought he had someone else in his heart."

"If you want to say Lily, oh, yes, the whole world knows this." Pomona said angrily, "Even if you are a god, you can't erase the memories of people all over the world."

"How about we do a test?" Hathor rubbed the rim of the crystal cup with his cardamom-colored fingertips, "to see if he loves you more, or misses another woman more."

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Severus transformed into a stick and tied the Pharaoh's dagger to the tip of the stick, so that he had a spear.

"Why is it that only you can enter the Louvre and no one else can?" Gong Saiyi asked Eugene.

"They were blessed by other gods, and this is not their domain." Prince Eugene said coldly.

"Other gods? God of War?" Severus asked casually, holding a spear.

"My stepfather is a Catholic and very devoted to God."

"But God didn't seem to let him wear the crown." Severus smiled teasingly, "Or rather, he didn't let him wear it for too long."

"You are the godfather of others, but I don't think you have much faith in God." Prince Eugene sneered and said, "Do you still remember what kind of oath you swore to it?"

Severus' smile faded.

"You know what the price of breaking your oath is." Ou Ren also said solemnly, "The scars on your hands are from the unbreakable oath, right?"

Severus subconsciously covered his right hand.

"There are punishments more severe than death in this world." Young Eugène said in a mature and solemn tone that did not belong to his age. "Those veterans who followed my father not only left their bodies mutilated, but their souls also lost their peace.

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"You are here, which means you are not that loyal to God." Severus said softly. "Do you believe in pagan gods?"

"I was supposed to die in Egypt, but she extended my life and allowed me to stay in this world for more than twenty years." Eugene smiled, "I have a wonderful marriage, and I hope others can too.

As happy as I am, in serving Cupid she will bless them so that they can find their own peace."

Neither Gongsei nor Severus spoke.

"We are not Crusaders, we are not fighting for God." Eugene said a little lonely, "We just hope to dig the Suez Canal."

"It's a pity that you lost that game." Severus said, "Why did you only survey once?"

Eugene stared at the Mamluk sword on his waist. "When we left France by boat, my father often slept on the deck in the middle of the night and looked at the stars in the sky because of seasickness. It was August at that time, and it was very hot in the cabin. Others wanted to

I blew some cool breeze and went to the deck. At first, everyone just chatted, but then they couldn't find a topic, so they started playing cards. Can you imagine what it was like for the First Marshal of France and the sailors to play cards together?"

"Sounds interesting." Gongsei said with a smile, "What's the bet?"

"What I want to say is that the people around my father are from the lower class. Although they sometimes appear vulgar, they are very straightforward. They are not suitable for such a complicated political life." Looking at Gong Saiyi, "When my father said to me

When I wanted to divorce my mother, I also agreed. The complicated palace life was not suitable for her. Neither of us thought that human nature could be so complicated."

"I remember that Napoleon had a personal attendant who always slept at the door of Napoleon's bedroom." Severus said suddenly.

"You're talking about Rustam. Why did you mention him?"

"I think this is the advantage of the Turks. Once they are defeated, they will show their loyalty. Rustam has never thought of assassinating Napoleon while he is sleeping, right?" Severus asked.

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"What do you want to say?" Eugene looked at Severus expressionlessly.
To be continued...