Chapter 1383 The sounding pipe organ (Part 2)

The organ gun is the same as the Gatling gun. Because it is heavy, it needs to be placed on wheels or set up in a fixed location. It is very suitable for use in narrow locations to defend large numbers of enemy charges, such as bridgeheads.

But the organ gun is not like the Gatling gun. After firing a row, it must be reloaded one by one manually. Georgiana has no interest in improving this kind of thing. She wishes it would disappear from this world.

After learning of Georgiana's intention, Captain Jean Pinault, who was responsible for guarding the bridgehead, would certainly not refuse to lend her a place, but he felt that she actually had a better choice, which was to go to the Royal Porcelain Factory.

Almost all the townspeople in Sèvres had people working in the porcelain factory, but she thought it was Bernadotte's place. Later, someone from Davout said that the townspeople and British representatives were already waiting for her there, so she transferred.

Turn back.

Bernadotte was promoted to the Army of the West in June. At that time, there were rumors that the British were going to land, but it was later discovered that it was just a royalist rebellion.

Not long after that, he was transferred back from the west and served as a dispensable member of the Senate, and then he was assigned to deal with the ceramics factory.

The Sèvres Ceramics Factory is exclusive to the royal family. The factory's office building was built like a royal palace and looks very magnificent.

There were two liver-red vases at the entrance, which were as tall as a person. However, there were no flowers in them, they were just worthless decorations.

Georgiana had no way of knowing why Napoleon "tortured" Bernadotte so much. Anyway, Bernadotte did not come to see her. The person responsible for guiding her was the original director of the ceramics factory, who took Georgiana and Ka

Prala went to the reception room, and when she opened the door, the townspeople on both sides were staring at each other across the table.

The "suffering master" side is easy to recognize. They wear wrinkled and yellowed shirts, while the other side wears cleanly washed and ironed shirts. The material of the coat is also very expensive. Even if they are not nobles, they are still rich.

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She had never realized that the spelling of sevres was so similar to that of severeus. The British representative in black almost made her misunderstand her, but she realized it later when her mind cleared up.

That man bore no resemblance to Severus in either height, build or appearance.

As soon as the door of the reception room was opened, representatives from both sides stood up. The Englishman stood up straight and bowed to Georgiana, while the Frenchman took off his hat and looked at her carefully.

"Hello, sir." Georgiana stretched out her hand towards the Frenchman who seemed to be the leader. The man was stunned for a moment before kissing the back of her hand.

"Uh..." The oldest old man was searching for words of compliment, but Georgiana had already withdrawn her hand.

"Please take a seat, everyone," she said coldly, and then walked to the seat beside the fireplace, which they had specially reserved for her.

Sophie and Michelle set out the hot chocolate and china she had brought for both parties.

This sweet smell could theoretically calm Madam's anxious spirit. After sitting down, she held Demilde in her arms and looked at both sides.

"Drink some, now is a special period, don't waste it."

The French immediately picked up the cup and drank, while the British followed etiquette and took a symbolic sip and then stopped drinking.

Georgiana looked for Granite among the three Englishmen, but found no trace of him. However, a businessman who had attended the last Seine River reception was here. He noticed Georgiana looking at him and immediately nodded with a smile.

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"I came here because I heard about the conflict between you..."

"They must have done it." Before Georgiana could finish her words, a 30-year-old man on the French side pointed at the British side and shouted loudly.

"Where's your evidence?" Georgiana asked before the Englishman could speak.

"Who else could it be if they weren't?" the French young man said unconvinced.

Georgiana looked at Caprara, who was standing at the door and smiling at her.

"Have you ever heard of Kepler?" Georgiana asked the men sitting here.

"I've heard of it." The British person answered first.

"I've heard about it too." The Frenchman replied reluctantly.

"Then do you know who Kepler's mother is?" Georgiana asked again.

No one answered this time.

"His mother was accused by the villagers of being a witch for using witchcraft to make a woman sick. She was sent to the Inquisition. Her son collected a lot of evidence to defend her. It was later discovered that she had

Having a bad temper can easily offend people. The sick woman falsely accused her. If you are accusing these gentlemen of robbing corpses, then please provide relevant witnesses and physical evidence..."

"As long as they open the door for us to search." The French townspeople interrupted her again.

"What if no evidence is found after the search?" Georgiana asked.

"We apologize!" the French townspeople said angrily.

"We do not accept your apology." The British townspeople said coldly.

"Which one of you is in charge of that cemetery?" Georgiana asked both sides.

This time no one spoke.

"no one?"

"Such a thing never happened before they showed up," the French townspeople said coldly.

"Are your relatives buried in those tombs?" Georgiana asked again.

"She's my cousin." The excited French townie said depressingly, "She's only 20 years old this year."

The bodies of young women were undoubtedly more valuable and could be sold at a higher price, but she felt that the French townspeople did not want to hear this.

"Why don't you bury her in the church cemetery?" Georgiana asked. "At least the priest can guard her."

The French townspeople looked at Caprara, who was now dressed like a priest.

"Large cemeteries will have tombkeepers. Last time I was there, no one was managing the cemetery at all. There were weeds everywhere and the tombstones were in a mess. Is this how you treat your relatives?"

The Frenchman said nothing.

"Even the king's trial will have his letter as evidence. If there is a tomb keeper, at least he can have a personal witness. We are not in the dark ages now." Georgiana said coldly.

"We can't just let it go." The suffering master said.

"What do you want?" the Englishman said arrogantly.

"I have another story, do you want to hear it?" Georgiana said, looking at the Englishman.

"Please say."

"Marie Antoinette had a maid named Jeanne. She faked the queen's signature and letters, defrauded a cardinal's trust, and successfully obtained an expensive necklace from a jeweler. Although it was later discovered that the queen was

Innocent, but her reputation and majesty were damaged, and this happened because she was too careless and did not take due precautions, which gave people like Jeanne an opportunity to take advantage of.

You will be held responsible for what you have done. The same goes for you. Many grave-digging incidents have also occurred in the UK. You should be more careful when you are abroad."

"What do you think we should do?" the British man said somewhat unruly.

"According to Salic law, the victim has the freedom to accept or not accept compensation. The body snatcher is prohibited from interacting with anyone until the victim's parents accept the compensation and allow him to return to the crowd. If these gentlemen do not accept your

In exchange for compensation, you will not associate with the people in Sèvres."

"Why should we give compensation?" the British said excitedly.

"I said, because of your carelessness, you were warmly received by the French during this period, so you neglected to take precautions, right?" Georgiana said sharply, "You never thought that this was someone maliciously sabotaging and instigating Britain and France.

Will the relationship between them prevent the peace talks from proceeding?"

This is the characteristic of Britain. Other countries sacrifice economic interests for political interests, but Britain sacrifices political interests for economic interests.

"Problems that can be solved with money are not problems." Georgiana said in English, "Think about what you just encountered in the military camp. I asked you to move out of the city just to avoid that situation. Fortunately, the town

There are not as many people as there are in Paris.”

"I understand." The businessman who had attended the reception said to Georgiana in English, "How much compensation do you think is appropriate?"

"You have to convince them to accept your compensation first." Georgiana said in French, pointing to several "sufferers" and said, "Also, improve the management of the cemetery as soon as possible so that nothing like this happens again."

"What shall I do about my cousin?" asked the Frenchman.

"Call the police. Even if a search is required, the police will do the search. You have no law enforcement rights." Georgiana said sternly, "Do you need me to call Fouche to teach you how to call the police?"

The French townspeople shook their heads together.

"Is there anything else you would like to add?" Georgiana asked Caprara.

"Is it a verbal agreement or a contract on paper?" Caprara said with a smile.

"Contract." said the French leader who had been silent.

"Find a notary, and you two, get out of here." Georgiana pointed to the two most excited people on the English and French sides and said.

"Please come with me, gentlemen," said the director of the ceramics factory.

The two excited men stood up and followed him out of the reception room.

"Still need help?" Georgiana asked.

"I believe we can solve it." The British businessman looked at Georgiana and said.

Georgiana stood up and said, "I am very sad about this unfortunate incident. I have also buried people and know the feelings, but we cannot cause more hatred and death."

"You must be careful. If your brother offends you, admonish him. If he regrets it, forgive him." Caprara found the opportunity and said, "I will send a priest to celebrate mass for that unfortunate lady."

Georgiana looked at the people sitting here, could she leave now?

Michelle supported Georgiana, and they left the room with graceful steps and manners among the onlookers.

After the door closed again, Georgiana breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you want to see General Bernadotte?" Caprara asked.

"No." Georgiana pursed her lips.

"I thought it was basic courtesy," Caprara said with a smile.

What reason did she have for meeting Bernadotte?

"That will be strange," said Georgiana. "Where are we going next, Father."

"I thought you didn't need my help."

"No, I need your guidance." Georgiana said sweetly, "Please help me."

"Caprara shook his head with a smile and left first.
Chapter completed!