Chapter 1246 Lyrical Theater (Part 2)

Severus and the vampire Giovanni listened to Napoleon's impassioned speech below, but they did not applaud with the others and shouted "Glory to France".

When Lucien Bonaparte entered the city, he brought a lot of booty stolen from Portugal. After France invaded Portugal, it did not spread much civilization. Instead, it did everything that a bandit should do. However, the Portuguese army did not have the ability to resist.

Civilians organized themselves to resist.

"Where is Lucien Bonaparte?" Severus asked Giovanni.

"Over there." Giovanni said, pointing to a young man wearing a black coat who looked no different from an ordinary civil servant.

"I thought this was a celebration party for him," Severus said.

"Who dares to steal the limelight of the First Consul?" Giovanni said in a low voice, "Even if he is Napoleon's biological brother."

After the applause ended, people put on masks and the masquerade began.

Napoleon walked directly towards Josephine. According to etiquette, he had to dance the first dance with the first lady. After Mr. Jenner finished dealing with it, he walked towards a woman wearing a dark red silk evening gown.

The red was so deep that it was almost black. She was not wearing any jewelry, only a black swan pendant.

"That's her, isn't it?" said Giovanni. "She's wearing a wig?"

Because France began to implement the etiquette of the old times again, foreign envoys also began to wear court attire, stockings and wigs.

"No, that's the original color of her hair." Severus said, his tone was very calm and not affectionate at all, which made Giovanni who was looking forward to a good show very disappointed.

"She only wore one piece of jewelry. What's so special about that necklace?" Giovanni asked.

Severus took out the white swan necklace from his neck.

"A couple?" Giovanni said in surprise.

Severus stuffed the pendant back into his neck.

"I seem to understand who the new guy with a head worth 300,000 francs is." Giovanni clicked his tongue and said.

"You want to betray me?"

"I just spent 300,000 francs to buy a ticket." Giovanni sighed, "There are few people who are as lucky as me to be able to watch such a good show."

"It's time for you to go." Severus took out his mask, which was a golden mask bought in Venice.

"No~" Giovanni complained.

"The Purifiers may come in when there is a commotion, and they won't let you go, a vampire." Severus said, "There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

"Love Saint, can you tell me your real name?"

Severus ignored him and he quickly disappeared into the crowd at the ball.

"Good luck to you, Casanova." Giovanni said to the direction Severus disappeared from, then turned and left.

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The masquerade began, and according to the established etiquette, Napoleon had to dance the first dance with Josephine, and then everyone else could dance to their heart's content. Of course, he danced a boring minuet.

Napoleon's height may be about the same as Josephine, but if there is not much height difference between men and women, then the average man will appear shorter. Seeing him dance the minuet so seriously, it looks like a child wearing a soldier's clothes on Halloween

Pomona found it very funny to dance with her mother, but Mr. Jenner's expression was very serious now, and she did not dare to laugh too exaggeratedly.

This celebration party had nothing to do with the two Englishmen, and no one invited Pomona to dance unless Napoleon and Josephine came to invite her after dancing.

He didn't leave his own "n" on her like he did on his belongings, but everyone had already marked this mark on her in their hearts. The middle-aged people turned a blind eye to her, while the young people stared at her.

As he discussed with her, he seemed a little eager to give it a try.

This is another strange hobby of men. They are particularly curious about powerful women. Maybe Josephine's little boyfriend just wants to taste what it is like to be a national hero woman, but after tasting it, his life may not be saved.

Even if you know it is a poisonous apple, but it looks so tempting, even if you will die if you eat it, someone will still try it.

Pomona was not interested in those "little libertines". What interested her was a man wearing a golden mask who kept looking at her in the crowd.

The mask was exactly the same as the one Severus wore in Venice, and even the figure was not much different. She couldn't see the color of his eyes clearly from too far away, but she felt a strong attraction that made her

It was impossible to look away.

"Good evening, Georgiana."

A man in black suddenly appeared and blocked Pomona's sight.

She looked at the man. He had a face that looked like Napoleon, very Bonaparte family style, a Greek nose, and a strong chin, but he was much taller than Napoleon.

"I am Lucien Bonaparte. I just came back from Spain." Lucien kissed the back of Pomona's hand. "We finally met."

"I'm sorry, I..." She shook her head in confusion.

"My brother wrote about you, a 'daring little man'." Lucien gestured to Pomona's height, "You are indeed very short."

Pomona frowned.

Why are there so many strange people in the Bonaparte family?

"Take this." He forced a heavy gold bracelet into her hand, "This is a meeting gift."

Mr. Jenner stared here.

"I don't want to accept it," Pomona said.

"Because it's stained with blood?" Lucien asked.

"That's right," Pomona replied.

"You, the British, are not necessarily kind to the colonies. Why are you qualified to condemn us?" Lucien looked at Edward Jenner arrogantly. "Do you still have memories of the Bengal Famine that occurred in 1770?"

Good-natured Mr. Jenner looked almost exasperated by the audacious young man.

"Unlike you, we plunder the occupied areas without restraint. You have turned Bangladesh into an almost uninhabited hell on earth, where even basic survival cannot be guaranteed."

"So what about robbing an unarmed person at gunpoint? What's the difference between you and a robber?" Mr. Jenner shot back.

"That's enough!" Pomona intervened between the two of them. "Dance with me, Lucien."

"I don't dance the minuet, it's too boring." Lucien said, "I heard you can dance the waltz."

In fact, Pomona can only dance the waltz.

"That's right."

"Then let's dance the next dance together." Lucien asked Pomona to hook his arm, "Let me introduce my family to you."

Pomona looked back at Mr. Jenner who was in a rage, and felt that it was better not to ask him for help at this time, so she followed Lucien and left.

Lucien made people feel frivolous and frivolous, as if there was nothing he dared not do. He introduced his "family" to Pomona in a teasing tone.

"Have you seen that cardinal? That's our uncle Fish. He used to be the vicar-general in Corsica. When Bonaparte went on an expedition in Italy, he worked as a munitions purchaser and made a lot of money. Fog

After the October coup, he dealt with the church on our behalf, and within two years he was called a cardinal. Is there anyone in your family who is engaged in clergy?"

Pomona thought of the Fat Friar. If he were here and alive, Pomona was almost certain that his dream of becoming a cardinal would come true immediately.

"No." Pomona shook her head.

"You can say as much as you want. If you still have family members in England, you can bring them to France. No matter what laws they have committed in England, they can get asylum here." Lucien said, "You eloped to France with someone."

From France, right?”

"We are legally married."

"Bonaparte has declared your marriage annulled."

"Your name is Bonaparte too."

"I won't call him by his name. Do you know what it means to call him by his Christian name?"

Pomona thinks quickly.

Lucien had to wait patiently.

There are many names of kings in history books, such as Charles IV and Louis XVI, but Pomona heard the fat monk mention that only emperors would be called by their Christian names.

The Roman emperor was very far away to her, and she was not in the mood to study it at all. What's more, the fat monk was joking at that time, saying that now everyone is a little emperor who calls each other by their Christian names.

The Christian name not only means intimacy, but also a symbol. Calling Napoleon Bonaparte "Napoleon" means that he wants to proclaim himself emperor. People like Lucien who have a political life cannot call him casually.

Even though he is Napoleon's biological brother, he can call Napoleon by his Christian name just like Pauline and the others.

Sometimes Polina and the others were not sure how to call Napoleon, so they called him "my second brother". She never thought that a title could have so many meanings.

"Call him 'my lion'. Even if you don't get used to it at first, you will get used to it after you call him a lot." Lucien patted the back of Pomona's hand. "Remember to have a nasal sound, he likes it when you call him that."

Already."

Pomona wanted to give this Bonaparte a slap in the face.

"You actually told him that he would become the baboon king." Lucien smiled, but said coldly, "In your eyes, we French people are all baboons?"

"No."

"He likes you, so he forgives your outspoken words, but if you have another time, I can't guarantee whether he will be angry. I reminded you this time, and next time you remind me that I still have a wife at home.

Wait, I don't want to die in Paris."

"It seems like your marriage has been annulled by him," Pomona said.

"This is what we have in common. I thought this way we could have a common language."

Pomona tries to understand Lucien Bonaparte's logic. What did he mean?

"Oh, this song is over." Lucien said lively, "Let's go and dance."

So Pomona was passively dragged onto the dance floor by Lucien Bonaparte, and danced a waltz that was sure to displease Napoleon.
Chapter completed!