Chapter 1279 The Scale of All Things (Part 2)

In the UK, lengths are measured in feet and inches.

In France, length is measured in meters.

"How far is it?" Georgiana, whose eyes were covered, asked impatiently.

"It's just 50 meters ahead." Her French lover said happily.

"What exactly do you want me to see?"

"Be patient! Save the surprise until the end."

She was a little uneasy because she could no longer see, but she could still see a little bit of the scenery through the gaps between his fingers, as if they were at the edge of a pond.

Behind her was the sound of another person breathing. General Bonaparte was not completely motorless. He was just not as tall and strong as other professional soldiers. His feet were still very flexible and he did not stumble because of the hem of Georgiana's skirt.

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An "old woman" of an age still plays a game played by young people with a young man. She feels guilty but also feels very excited because no one has played this game with her before.

When she was studying, she kept to herself. Her name would only appear when exams were announced. She stayed in school after graduation. Which student would be so bold as to cover the teacher's eyes.

Severus, his only peer of the same age, was a laboratory geek who would rather spend his time studying dark magic and potions than getting out into the sun.

Sirius, James and the others have never made such a joke with her, which is really strange.

After walking about ten meters further, Bonaparte moved her hand away. Her eyes adjusted for a while, and then she found a few white objects floating in the pond, which looked like foam.

When her vision became clear again, she recognized that they were actually several snow-white swans.

"Do you like the gift from the King of England?" Leon said with a proud smile.

She seemed to be petrified and motionless.

Just now I was thinking of deer, and now I'm thinking of swans. What's going on today?

"You don't like it?" he asked suspiciously.

"I guess I'm not the kind of person who jumps and screams excitedly when she's happy." She grabbed his sleeves and burst into tears. "How did you know?"

"what do you know?"

"My patron saint." She burst into tears. "My patron saint is a swan."

"I saw a swan necklace on your neck and thought you liked swans." He stood still and let her cry by herself. "Are these tears of joy you shed?"

Her mood was so complicated that it was difficult to describe it in words.

But she nodded anyway.

"I thought you would be happy to see something from home."

“Don’t there also be swans in France?”

"This is a gift from the King of England." He emphasized again, "Don't your British laws stipulate that all swans in public waters belong to the king?"

"Why did he give you the swan?" she asked strangely.

"Guess." He said with an arrogant and pretentious expression.

If Napoleon had changed his clothes into a Quidditch uniform, he would have been like those boys who finished playing, won the game, and showed off in front of their girlfriends.

"What did you do?"

"We succeeded!" he said with a sense of surprise. "I have raised the funds to build the St. Martin Canal. Britain spent 70 million pounds to buy our wheat, and our Rome can start construction."

She was stunned for a moment.

She just casually compared the Canal Saint-Martin to Rome's water supply system, but Napoleon seemed to take it seriously.

"What are you thinking about?" He pressed his head against her forehead.

"I was thinking about what other buildings there are in Rome." She said blankly, "Don't even think about the Pantheon and the Colosseum."

"We can build public bathrooms and a senate..."

"I think it would be better for the Senate to remain in St. Luke's Palace, and the library could be repaired."

"The library is like a temple to you?"

"I prefer to compare it to heaven...Rome was not built in a day. Justinian was too impatient and wanted to build Constantinople into Rome in his lifetime. You can't..."

"I want to build the Arc de Triomphe." He interrupted her. "Are you trying to persuade me not to waste money on unnecessary things?"

"Are you kidding?" She took half a step back. "The French like to triumph, but you have to win a battle first. Wow, let me down..."

Napoleon continued to hold her in circles.

He looked gentle but still had some strength. Fangzheng was enough to hold her in circles.

After the fuss, she calmed down again and felt inexplicably sad looking at the swans in the pond.

"You're thinking about him again, aren't you?" said the Corsican. "Every time you think about him, he has that unhappy look on his face."

She didn't know how to explain it to this young man.

"If he makes you unhappy, why don't you leave him?"

"He didn't make me unhappy..."

"Then what did he do to make you happy?" he asked reluctantly.

She didn't know how to answer.

Severus was not the kind of person who would make a girl happy. She had always been like a harp playing and singing by herself, and she could have a lot of fun alone.

"He is a serious person." She patted Leon's arm, "He has a gloomy and weird personality, not as sunny as you."

Leon showed his original expression.

"What?"

"He's taking advantage of your sympathy." Leon smiled contemptuously. "What a vulgar trick."

"He doesn't need other people's sympathy." Georgiana immediately accused him, "It is even an insult to him to sympathize with him."

He turned his head to one side in resistance, as if he didn't want to hear it at all.

"Who signed this contract?" she asked as if she had nothing to say.

"If you want to ask me something, you have to make me happy. That's what everyone else does."

She wanted to slap this guy again to make him sober and stop being intoxicated by other people's praises.

But she thought about it again, and she actually didn't care so much who signed the contract as a representative. That person was just a representative.

"Don't you want to say something?"

"How old are you? Can you look a little more grown-up?"

As a result, he became even more angry.

"When do you plan to build the Suez Canal?" She asked another topic.

"Your spy husband didn't tell you?" he said jealously.

This was the first time in her life that she had encountered a jealous lover, and it was even stranger when she thought that this man was Napoleon, who shook the whole of Europe.

It's like an absurd and unruly dream, and it's time to wake up.

"Building the Suez Canal is not just about opening up the river." He said unhappily, "Alexandria will become the capital of Egypt in the future. Even if it sacrifices Sharkiya's interests, more water will flow into other countries."

Hoila, restore the canal from Rakhmania to Alexandria, and also build permanent fortifications, hospitals, warehouses and factories. That is a big project, and this amount of money alone is not enough."

"I heard that the Suez Canal cannot be repaired because the difference between the water levels of the Red Sea and the Mediterranean Sea is too great," she said in surprise.

"Who told you?"

"Newspaper...don't worry about it." She covered her forehead.

"The technician in charge of surveying said it can be repaired. What we lack is funds. Your government is really good at controlling public opinion." Napoleon sneered and said, "This is what an oligarchic country without an army can do."

"We have an army!" Georgiana shouted at the French dictator.

"Hahaha." As a result, what she did made him laugh.

She really hoped that Napoleon could look at the future and see how the French Army was ridiculed by "Britain without an Army". His expression would definitely be very wonderful.

Later she took off her shoes, lifted up her skirt, and walked into the pond to touch the swans.

The swan was originally afraid of people, but she was not a human, so she let her touch these beautiful little animals.

"Leon, come here and touch it too!" She shouted to the person on the shore, and he shook his head silently.

Then she noticed that the feathers on the swans' wings had been clipped, perhaps to prevent them from escaping.

Poor little things, they have lost their freedom, although they look beautiful floating on the water.

But what’s the point of losing the beauty of freedom?

"He took me to many countries." Georgiana said to Bonaparte, "Venice, Padua, Vienna..."

"One day I will take you to these places again. He is not good to you at all." Leon interrupted her again and said in a commanding tone, "In the future, when you talk about Venice, don't mention his name again."

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She can't communicate with this warlord!

She stopped touching the swan, went directly to the shore, put down her skirt, and left with her shoes on her bare feet.

This time he didn't catch up, and she didn't bother to fall back because she was also angry.
Chapter completed!