Chapter 1206 "Cape of Good Hope"

Hathor did not take Pomona to see the famous painting Mona Lisa. She took her to the large painting exhibition hall on the second floor. Many of them Pomona had already seen in various books and magazines.

, and there are various analyses, including "Liberty Leading the People" in Hall 7.

Hathor took her to exhibition hall 75 not far away to view another giant painting.

It seemed to be a shipwreck scene. There was a shirtless man holding a red cloth like the goddess in "Liberty Leading the People", but the cloth in the goddess's hand symbolized the French tricolor flag, which looked very bright, and that

The cloth in the man's hand is dim.

"This painting is called The Raft of Medusa." Hathor said. "How do you feel?"

Pomona is hard to describe in words.

The painting of Free Leaders of the People that she saw just now also had many dead bodies, but she didn't feel the same feeling as when she saw The Raft of the Medusa.

"Disgusting." Pomona found a word after thinking for a long time.

"Why?" Hathor asked with a smile while drinking red wine.

"I know the story of this painting. These shipwrecked sailors ate the corpses of the dead because of hunger, right?" Pomona said. "Those who died were the ones who were not willing to eat the corpses, but they were still alive."

They were all eaten to survive."

"You listened to what Bonaparte said. As long as the soldiers can survive on their own, the lives of millions of people have nothing to do with them. These sailors are all French navy. After Bonaparte abdicated, the Bourbon dynasty was restored and took charge of the command.

The captain of the cruiser Medusa was a nobleman with only theories and no practical experience. This shipwreck had a great negative impact on the newly restored Bourbon dynasty. They did not trust the original officers in the army and suspected that they were still interested in the Bourbons.

Nabal was sentimental, so he forced them to retire and became a royalist noble. The captain and some senior officials escaped in a lifeboat. The remaining 150 passengers were thrown on a raft. Only 15 people survived.

, it was also July, the same month as the storming of the Bastille.”

"Stop talking," Pomona begged softly.

"When food and water are limited, it is a good thing to have fewer people. Every time a person dies, there is more hope for the surviving people, but this is not the most tragic. When the surviving people finally return to the human world

However, the captain and senior officials were not punished in any way. They were only quietly sentenced to demotion and three years in prison by a military court. The survivors continued to appeal but were dismissed from their official positions. This is the most suffocating thing." Hatto said.

I stared at the painting. "It is said that the painter who painted this painting saw many corpses and used jaundice patients as models, but he did not use mummy brown. Instead, the "Kitchen Interior" you just saw used a lot of mummy brown.

, that’s a beautiful kitchen depicted.”

"Are you torturing me?" Pomona said painfully.

"I remember the first time I arrived at the Tuileries Palace." Hathor looked at the miserable corpses and smiled. "After the war and shelling, it was actually somewhat damaged, and there were still some remains in the gaps in the floor.

The blood that flowed when a noble committed suicide. It was not a place suitable for a woman to live. He hired the best carpenters in Paris to make the place look brand new. Corsicans have a strong sense of family. When I asked him to make a choice

He hesitated for a long time, but he was like the abandoned soldier on the raft. His God did not take care of him at this time. Guess if his ship encountered a shipwreck like the Medusa, there would be a foggy moon in the future.

Coup and other stories?”

Hathor turned his attention to Pomona, "I gave him smooth sailing, but at his core he still has no faith like those atheists in Paris. When you went to the Tuileries Palace, you told him that he would be assassinated, but

But he regarded it as a dream and didn't pay much attention to it. Later, on Christmas Day, I made him very tired, and he fell directly on a recliner and fell asleep. After a while, Josephine came in,

She had to go to the opera with her. I could see that he didn't want to go, but he finally did it. After getting in the carriage, he fell asleep. I told him in his dream to be careful of assassins, but

He didn't want to wake up at all. At that time, the explosives were placed on a water tanker that supplied drinking water, but the bucket was tilted sideways. Of course he couldn't see it with his eyes closed, but after he woke up, he clearly remembered the water truck that was almost there.

I couldn't let him save himself from the carriage that was killing him, so I possessed the driver. He was very fast when the carriage turned the corner. It was precisely because of the obstruction of the building that he escaped.

.”

"You saved his life?" Pomona said in surprise.

"It's not me. Do you think it's his beaver hat that can bring him luck?" Hartold smiled proudly. "That fool actually thought that a hat could bring him good luck, even if he became the emperor.

I don’t want to throw away that old hat either.”

"What do you want to do?" Pomona asked.

Hathor didn't answer Pomona.

She returned her gaze to the painting.

"Do you think this painting looks a lot like a triangular pyramid?" Hathor said after a moment. "It's just like the picture of freedom leading the people, stable and full of passionate turmoil. Have you seen there?

A boat shadow?"

Pomona looked in the direction Hathor pointed. The Louvre would turn off the lights after closing to prevent the paint on the paintings from changing color due to light.

It was difficult to spot the shadow of a boat in a painting with a very dark tone in the dim light, but Pomona still saw it.

It is as unreal as a mirage, but it seems to really exist. It represents the possibility of life for the desperate crew members.

The surroundings are filled with the stinky smell of dead bodies. These corpses not only represent death, but also represent stepping stones, allowing those standing at the top of the pile of corpses to see further and discover the ship in the distance.

It's just that the stench of the dead bodies was so unpleasant, even more disgusting than the mountains of dung that had accumulated for centuries outside the walls of Paris.

Humans are a strange species. They always claim that they like purity, but in their hearts they love complexity and chaos. The Egyptians said that lighting spices can drive away bad luck. Pomona smelled the smell of spices, but it was just the smell of spices.

It didn't smell very good, and it was mixed with foot odor, which made her feel very sick.

She couldn't help but cover her nose, looking for the direction from which the strange smell came. She saw a man in military uniform sitting on an armchair. He took off his boots and sat in an extremely ugly posture.

Sitting slumped in the chair.

Riding boots look cool when worn, but they are not breathable, very thin, and not very warm. Your feet will quickly become cold in the ice and snow.

Pomona endured the nausea and smelled the spice carefully. She smelled that it was the smell of allspice, which is often put in pumpkin pie.

Another person appeared in her mind. He also had intolerable hygiene habits and had greasy black hair that he didn't want to wash frequently.

He was like the distant ship, far away from her, but she still wanted to wave the scarf towards him to attract his attention.

'I'm here!'

She yelled in her heart, and she thought he heard her and looked sideways at her, but maybe because she was wearing an invisibility cloak, he couldn't see her.

So she lowered her hood so that he could look at her carefully.

"Who is there!" She heard someone say fiercely in French with an accent, and she also heard the sound of the firing pin being pressed.

She was too scared to move.

At such a close distance, even a wizard would be shot.

The man in front of him recognized her from the dancing firelight in the fireplace, and he put down the gun in his hand.

"It's you." Napoleon said in a playful tone, "You want to come here to ask for equal rights from me?"

"What is this place?" Pomona asked.

"My bedroom, how did you sneak in?"

Pomona walked to the window, and outside the window was a military camp.

"Is this the Tuileries Palace?" she asked Napoleon.

"No, it's Lyon's military camp." Napoleon sat back on the chair he had just sat in. "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I told you at the ball just now that there was a prophecy, but you left before I could say it." Pomona walked up to Napoleon and said seriously, "I'll tell you now."

"About what? Am I going to be assassinated again?" Napoleon looked up at her, his eyes looking indescribably weird.

"Do you still remember how the revolution broke out ten years ago?" Pomona asked.

Napoleon made no reply.

"You said that what drives people's behavior is fear and interest. When interests defeat fear, no matter what harsh laws are used, they cannot calm down the speculators. The only solution is to stabilize prices and let

They are unprofitable."

"Are you trying to say that food prices are going to rise again?"

"It would be extremely detrimental to you to continue hostilities with Britain, General."

"Are you a spy sent by the British?" Napoleon asked.

"No." Pomona smelled the allspice smell mixed with foot odor and found it difficult to love this spice anymore. "I just don't want to see any more suffering."

"Sounds just like the Virgin Mary." Napoleon laughed sarcastically.

"I know you like to read The King, but that book is just a good book and cannot represent the truth." Pomona said, "Leo is a passionate and cheerful sign. Enthusiasm and cheerfulness can offset your ferocity and violent tendencies."

"You think I'm a violent maniac?"

"Please learn to be compassionate. If you continue to hold on, everyone will suffer."

"Get out!" Napoleon stood up, pointed at the door and shouted, "Get out of here right now!"

Pomona didn't say anything and left directly. But before opening the door and leaving, she looked back at the painting on the fireplace. The painting was of a ship. She couldn't tell whether it was a battleship or an armed force.

Merchant ships, anyway, have cannons on them.

'I'm here.'

She thought silently in her mind and closed the door.

After passing through the living room and opening the second door, she found herself in a corridor, where a woman wearing jewelery was walking gracefully.

She originally had a smile on her face, but when she saw Pomona closing the door and walking out of the room, her smile suddenly solidified.
To be continued...