Chapter 1204 New Species

"Who taught you the waltz, the woman in red?" Napoleon asked. "You also had a dance teacher?"

"No, you can understand that it was my father who taught me." Hathor said with a smile, "We actually don't need to be so close, Your Majesty the Archon."

"Why?"

"Look around." Hathor looked around the dance floor at the men and women covering their faces with small fans and whispering. "Guess what they are talking about?"

Even if she couldn't hear the ghosts' whispers, Pomona could guess something from their expressions.

In the 21st century, the waltz can be said to be an antique among antiques. It was only danced by grandma and grandpa. Young people dance it like epileptic rock.

However, at the end of the 18th century and the beginning of the 19th century, the waltz was still an "indecent" dance. When elderly ladies saw their daughters in gauze dancing "loosely" to the music of the waltz, they were not only angry but also heartbroken.

, and also think that they have the responsibility of being a parent, which is a distortion of the implicit fine traditions and family education.

For some unknown reason, the waltz first became popular in Germany, and later became popular in the UK. This British-style waltz was blended with folk dance, and it was different from the waltz popular among the Paris bourgeoisie.

All in all, most of the French nobles were guessing that this foreign woman who didn't know where she came from was leading their First Consul to evil.

Pomona never dreamed that one day she would be associated with words like "romantic" and "bad woman".

"Worrying about what they say and do, they are just idiots who like to talk." Napoleon said contemptuously, "I finally conquered Italy but they lost it in less than a year. Before I went to Egypt, I gave them a good France."

, now it’s become a mess, and with such ability, they still plan to assassinate me.”

Pomona calculated the time and realized that this ball should have been held around the time of Napoleon's second expedition to Italy. Compared with his first expedition to Italy, Napoleon's second arrival in Italy was not as smooth and no one was interested in him.

He arrived and cheered, who told him that he had robbed so many things when he first arrived in Italy.

"All my life, I long to be collected, properly placed, and carefully preserved, so that I won't be surprised, that I won't suffer, that I won't be wandering around, and that I won't have no branches to rely on." Hathor said softly, "You know this sentence comes from

Where?"

"Sounds like a poem," said Napoleon.

"This is indeed a poem, but it was not written by you French people." Hathor leaned closer and whispered almost into Napoleon's ear, "This poem comes from Egypt and was sung in praise of Osiris.

of."

"Osiris seems to be the king of the underworld."

"Yes, this poem was recorded in the Book of the Dead. Even the ghosts hope to avoid the pain of being displaced. They have no branches to rely on. How could you..."

Napoleon suddenly threw Hathor out and spun her around a few times, then took her hand and spun her back. The two continued to dance to the music, as if they had just performed together.

"Do you feel that you are unprotected? Where are the two men who accompanied you last time?" Napoleon smiled stiffly, as if he was wearing a mask.

"One is my husband, and the other works for him." Hathor said, "What I am protesting now is that you men have taken our women's jobs, leaving us unable to make a living. In order to survive, we must find something to rely on for ourselves.

."

"A man took a woman's job?" Napoleon said in surprise, "How?"

"Tailors, making clothes was originally a woman's job in the past, but now there are male tailors everywhere." Hathor said plausibly, "Have you read Rousseau's Emile?"

'My God, have you even read Emile?' Pomona said deep in her soul.

"What do you want to say?" Napoleon said helplessly.

"Women rarely go to war, and women do not eat Lux's rations." Hathor said, "If you allow men to pick up needles and threads to sew and mend, and sell lace, hair nets and yarn to women, then you should allow women to

Selling swords and guns, why aren’t you men ashamed of taking away women’s careers?”

Napoleon laughed this time.

"why are you laughing?"

"Did you read those books to attract me?" Napoleon looked at Hathor up and down, his eyes full of amusement. "Ordinary ladies don't read those books."

"I am asking for equal rights from you, Archon."

"You are not French. What is the use of a foreigner asking for power in France?"

"The Revolution gave women equal rights as men, and you can't take it back!" Hathor said seriously, "Or are you saying that you stayed in Egypt for a year and developed a yearning for the polygamy of the Orientals?"

Napoleon's face turned serious.

"Not all of Africa is polygamous. The Moors in West Africa are monogamous. In monogamy, women have great influence on men. But in polygamous peoples, women are almost

One of the reasons why it is difficult to be respected by men must be that in a monogamous system, men will take into account women's feelings, and a civilized nation will take into account women's feelings."

"You think I'm a barbarian?" Napoleon asked.

"I heard the rumor that you had a public affair with a seamstress when you were in Cairo..."

"Why do you ask that?" Napoleon frowned displeased.

"Do you think what you are doing is very different from Louis XIV and Louis XV." Hathor sneered, "You still wonder why others assassinate you."

Napoleon stopped dancing, and coincidentally, the music stopped at that moment.

"You should know that I am not the kind of woman you can treat casually, like a star in the opera house. You can spend the night in her room just by passing by her. I hope you can respect me..."

"What have you done to deserve my respect?" Napoleon said rudely. He took Hathor's hand and kissed the back of her hand perfunctorily. Then he turned and left, returning to where he was talking just now.

Gone in that social circle.

'How did you end up telling him this?' Pomona asked Hathor.

Hathor lifted up his collar and smiled mysteriously, "Do you know what Josephine's catchphrase is?"

"What?" Pomona said listlessly.

"Every time Bonaparte approaches, she subconsciously says 'no'. He is that kind of person. He is not interested in what is easy to get. The harder it is to get, the more he wants to get it."

"You used my body," Pomona whined.

Hathor snapped his fingers, and all the people around the dance floor disappeared. The magnificent and lively hall just now became deserted.

"She is a master of love." Hathor put his hands on her waist and said with high spirits, "But she is not very smart. In order not to go to Egypt, she actually lied and said she was pregnant."

"You want to deal with her?" Pomona said listlessly.

"If she comes to my land..." Hathor smiled bloodthirstyly, planning a terrible plan in his mind.

Pomona's mood was extremely complicated. Logically speaking, why should women bother women, but it was indeed difficult for her to have a good impression of Josephine.

Women are often the ones who are cruel to women. Napoleon forgave Josephine, but his sisters and mother could not forgive her, even though his sisters themselves were not very dignified in their behavior.

Not long after, Pomona felt the feeling of being able to regain control of her body. Hathor, wearing a white Egyptian linen robe, walked beside her.

The combination of her white body and Pomona's Egyptian red represents Upper and Lower Egypt.

"Are you happy?" Pomona asked Hathor, who was sitting on the picnic mat again.

"Did you feel it just now? His hand is still warm." Hathor held his chin and said with a sweet smile.

"That was your illusion, Napoleon is dead." Pomona ruthlessly shattered her illusion.

"I can resurrect him. That Voldemort is resurrected." Hathor picked up a glass of wine and continued drinking. "Aren't you curious about what Napoleon can do in the 21st century?"

"But... there is no revolution now." Pomona said anxiously.

"Oh, really?" Hathor burped. "Are you so sure?"

Pomona opened her mouth, but without saying the last word, she walked to the picnic blanket and sat down, picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine.

Hathor acted as if nothing had happened, drinking and eating food by herself, as if she had been hungry for thousands of years.

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Severus used his flying cloak to fly to the top of the Egyptian pillar, and the red-eared baboons immediately fled.

Eugene, who was standing under the pillar, chopped off the head of one of the Barbies with a Mamluk sword, but it did not die. After the fatal wound spurted out black liquid, it was absorbed back, and it soon died.

Reconciled as before.

The baboons barked provocatively at Eugene and Severus, as if they knew that the two humans did not know their weaknesses.

"Didn't you say cutting off their heads would help? Idiot." Severus said tiredly.

"You can't do it after just a short while?" Ou Ren said sarcastically.

"I am not a young man anymore, not to mention that I have explored other places before." Severus sighed, "How about we ignore these monkeys and go to the exhibition hall where we met our 'friends' just now."

"Aren't you worried that these baboons will become a disaster?" Eugene asked.

"We already have monsters like Dementors and Voldebats." Severus said helplessly, "It doesn't matter if there is one more."

"It's really irresponsible of you to say that."

"I killed one, and together with the bandaged dog from before, I'm two ahead of you." Severus flew down from a high place again and landed on the ground. "Want to know what your new job is about?"

"It's not the end yet, don't get too proud too soon." Ou Ren glanced at the body of the Bobby that exploded just now. It was still in pieces and had not been resurrected.

"Maybe they will disappear after dawn." Severus looked at the aggressive Babi baboons. They may know that these two people are not easy to mess with, so they keep a distance vigilantly and do not take the initiative to attack again.

"Just hold on to this fantasy." Ou Ren said insincerely, sheathed the knife and left the exhibition hall.
Chapter completed!