Chapter 1266 Waste Reuse

Raphael's painting of the Madonna was hung on the wall of the rotunda of the Grand Tria Palace.

It was where Georgiana occasionally stopped, and then the First Consul pointed at it casually, and it was transferred from the wall of the Louvre to here.

This kind of thing is simply unthinkable in the 21st century. The collections in the Louvre are all national treasures.

This happened in the dream, because these famous paintings were stolen by Napoleon.

When he was reading quietly, he looked more like a scholar than a soldier at all. When Georgiana got up, he had been working for several hours, and she did not disturb him because she had other things of her own to be busy with.

She is not the kind of merciful Virgin who will give relief to those in need for free. She still prefers the work-for-relief approach.

Although history states that the mountains of dung outside Paris will not be cleared until the 20th century, this world is just a dream, so why should we be so serious about it?

Fertilizer is needed for farming in the coming year, and those manure can be used to fertilize. The premise is to find people who can tolerate being dirty. Farmers fleeing from famine are the best candidates to hire.

She found a table and wrote down something with a quill. Her Excellency Bonaparte said that leaders sell hope, and what better way to make people feel hope than with a good harvest?

There was a kind of pain that began to spread from her chest. At first she thought it was an illusion, but later she found out that she might have had a heart attack. Fortunately, the pain disappeared soon, and her heart regained its tranquility.

'I miss you'.

When she heard Severus' voice, it was like hearing a ghost talking.

Just when she was in a daze, the First Consul took away the draft in her hand.

"You want to do this?" He smiled with interest.

"Fertilizer can improve soil quality. The Egyptians don't understand this. They only rely on the silt left after the Nile River flooded. I have observed the French farming methods. They are still very primitive and backward. New farming methods need to be promoted." Georgiana said.

I’m afraid that next year’s weather will be the same as this year.”

"The Directory has been promoted in the north." He paced and pondered.

"Is the Directory that bad?" asked Georgiana. "They didn't do any good at all?"

"When I go to Italy for the second time to send troops, I need 65 million francs for military expenditure. There are only 670,000 francs in the treasury. What do you think?"

She has no idea about military spending. She only knows that France is very poor.

"This fertilizer factory of yours is a way to make money. It's much more useful than Balbei."

"Who is Balbe?"

"Those who manage the treasury, I took this away." He put the paper she wrote on inside the file.

She dared not speak out in anger, and then she didn't know what she would do next.

"I want to take a rest and chat with me for a while." The First Consul sat on the table and tilted his head to look at her. "Why does such a disgusting thing become so romantic when you say it?"

"That's because you like Egypt."

"How much do you know about the history of Egypt?"

She also didn't know if there was a concept of the Eighteenth Dynasty in current academic circles.

"If there's anything to hesitate about, just say whatever you want."

She wanted to ask if those pure-blood nobles killed Severus last night.

"Leon, can you tell those old nobles not to call me queen." She whispered. Leon was called so by Napoleon's mother and wet nurse. This name is much better than "my lion".

"You don't like it?"

"You want to be king?"

He thought for a moment and shook his head, "Even if I become a king, I will still be a king elected by the people. It is different from the king of the old system."

"There are still fools who spend money just for a name." Georgiana sneered.

"who?"

She wanted to talk about the later Egyptian Pasha Ismail, a "genius" who paid more taxes to the Ottoman Empire in order to inherit his grandfather's title.

He is not good at governing, but he is good at murder.

"I don't want to be a widow again." She whispered, "You have to pay attention to your safety."

He raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, and smiled.

"You care about me?"

"You were a complete stranger to me," said Georgiana. "I hardly knew you at all."

"We will get to know each other gradually in the future. Let's go and walk around the garden." He took her hand and left the palace.

The traces left by the fire have been cleaned up by magic, and the garden has become brand new again, as if nothing had happened.

"They didn't catch him." Leon said with displeasure, "You can rest assured."

"How could Hortense accept me?" Georgiana said in disbelief.

"You will help me do the job her mother doesn't want to do. The fertilizer factory is not suitable for girls."

Because it will make you smell stinky, less fragrant, and attract bees and butterflies?

"I like her more than my sisters. She is more like my family than them."

She felt weird, why were they so cautious when talking now?

"Your sisters are so amazing," she said with lingering fear.

"Isn't that right?" He smiled awkwardly, "They are Leticia's daughters."

"Do I have to deal with them?" she said with a pained look on her face.

Dealing with these three women is definitely the last job Josephine wants to do.

"Let's talk about other topics. How about the Netherlands?" He stiffly changed the subject.

"Because I played the girl with the pearl earring yesterday?"

"You looked so beautiful then," he flattered.

"Leon, that day in the Tuileries Gardens you asked me to call you Napoleon. Did that mean anything?" Georgiana asked.

"No, I just want to hear you call me that." He smiled proudly, "Leon is also a good name."

She directly held his arm with her hand, feeling much different from the other person.

“Do I have to wear Egyptian clothes at home?”

"It's up to you. You look good in woolen clothes."

"When I went to Venice, I never thought that such a day would come." Georgiana said, "I just walked around St. Mark's Square and the Doge's Palace."

“I also went to Our Lady of Ankang Church.”

"I know that. You robbed Cana's wedding, and they painted another one later, saying it was painted by Tintorito."

"Do you want me to repent?"

"I was thinking about the dome inside and the tiles on the floor. They are very beautiful." She began to change the topic again. "I thought those sculptures had the codes left by the Knights Templar."

He laughed loudly, "So you think I'm looking for the Knights Templar's treasure in order to raise military funds?"

"What a stupid idea."

"It's a very romantic idea. Which sculpture did you see the mark on?"

"When I think about it, it seems like it's near David and Gloria..."

He patiently listened to her stupid ideas without getting annoyed at all. What's wrong with such a husband?

Leoncourt and her daughter were in the studio watching the maids copying books. Pomona had no intention of rescuing the girls, who told them to be lazy when they had no master.

She looked at Madame Leoncourt's back and suddenly felt that she looked like Minerva.

"Look at me." Leon shifted her gaze to him, and then kissed her.

She felt as if he had put something into her mouth through the kiss, just like Pluto putting a pomegranate into the Queen's mouth.

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"Ah!" Poca screamed sharply.

Severus, who had returned to his original world, looked at the house elf with indifference, and whipped the whip in his hand again.

At this time, the sun has risen, and the door to another world is closed. It may take six years to open it next time.

Lermeyer also came. He did not intend to defend this elf. Next to him stood a young man, holding in his hand a piece of clothing suitable for a house elf.

It finally gained the "freedom" that Dobby had longed for.

"What should we do next?" Gong Saiyi's tired voice sounded from the other side of the crystal ball.

"Find a new entrance." Severus said with a stiff face.

"You don't look like you stayed up all night, you looked like you stayed up for a month." Lyle said, "Get some rest, young man."

“How about we destroy the body of Napoleon Bonaparte?”
To be continued...