Chapter 1583 Life and Death Sniper (14)

"Why did you come back?" Lucius Malfoy asked Severus in his manor. "How is my son doing now?"

"I found a place for him to hide." Severus said. "By the way, I'm telling you, Europe is going to be in chaos."

Lucius looked at him cautiously.

"Is our Minister of Magic involved in the Muggle war?" Severus asked again.

"I heard someone in the ministry was spreading rumors that there are Death Eaters loyal to the Dark Lord operating in Europe." Lucius said pretentiously, "Do you have any information about this?"

Severus smiled "They sent Aurors?"

"We should celebrate that the White Wizard is dead. He will no longer send agents like Newt Scamander around the world to cause trouble." Lucius said. "Kingsley feels that the first priority to solve is the werewolf problem.

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"Let them stay in the UK. It is best to block the undersea tunnel."

"Is this going to break out World War III?" Lucius asked.

"You can understand it as a volcanic eruption, which is inevitable." Severus said, "I don't want the riots on the mainland to affect Britain."

Lucius smirked "What do I hear?"

"What is the problem?"

"You want to serve this country?"

Severus didn't answer immediately.

"You have a wonderful life, Lucius, protect what you have now." Severus said after a moment.

"I wish I could," said Lucius Malfoy, "but you have also been to the Black house, and no matter how many spells you cast on the house, you can't prevent the family's downfall."

"Take good care of Sissi."

"I will." Lucius said, "Take good care of my son."

"I will." Severus said, and then he looked at Lucius as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he left without saying a word.

"Vela is a curse, you should find a human girl." Lucius looked at Severus's back and said, and then he shook his head again.

"You should find a pure-blood noble. This is your destiny."

At this time, there was the sound of high-heeled footsteps, and soon Narcissa Malfoy appeared.

"Why are you back?"

"I miss you, dear lady." Lucius said in a aria-like tone, but Narcissa didn't appreciate it.

She left a cold and arrogant figure behind Lucius, followed by the house elf Robbie.

"Harry Potter." Lucius said with a sneer, and then returned to his study. Malfoy Manor returned to its former tranquility, and there was no trace of what had happened here.

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The door of the First Consul's bedroom in the Tuileries Palace was opened, and Napoleon Bonaparte, wearing the uniform of a Chasseur Colonel, walked in. He saw Georgiana waiting for him in the living room, showing a surprised expression.

"I now understand why so many ladies wear a lot of perfume when they wear furs," Georgiana said. "Those furs smell really bad."

He looked her up and down with interest, a smile gradually appeared on his face, revealing his white and neat teeth.

"Sit down," he said, pointing to a nearby sofa. Georgiana sat down, followed by him.

"You look beautiful, my lady." He complimented with a smooth tongue.

"Didn't your nose smell my scent?" She pinched his ancient Greek nose.

"Who gave this to you?" he asked, stroking the thick fur on the leather coat.

"Monroe, but the man who came to my door was the broker who sold George Washington's threshing machine. I plan to take him with me on this trip." Georgiana tucked up her skirt and said, "I have a question to ask you."

"go ahead."

"What should I do? I don't want to accept his bribe, but if I refuse him directly, it may affect diplomacy. I don't like fur, but the girls around me like it very much."

"What else did he tell you?"

"The Americans said they could give me shares in the Pacific Fur Company. Not only would I have furs to wear, but I would also get real estate."

"You know that military boots are made of leather," said Bonaparte.

"Oh!" Georgiana exclaimed.

"That's all he said?"

"He also talked about the issue of Louisiana." Georgiana said honestly, "New Orleans is the mouth of the Mississippi River, and about the Jay Treaty."

"What did you promise him?" asked Bonaparte.

"I'm here to ask you for advice!" Georgiana immediately grabbed his arm and begged, "What should I do?"

Bonaparte seemed very happy, and put his arm around Georgiana's shoulders, and leaned against the sofa with her in his arms.

"Do you know who Pacific Fur's main competitors are?"

Georgiana shook her head.

"They are British and Canadian. I remember that the broker seemed to be British."

"In other words, the Americans plan to sell American fur goods to France through me, bypassing the British?" Georgiana asked.

"Fur traders have to deal directly with the local Indians. They are excellent soldiers." Napoleon said, "And not every tribe likes foreign invaders."

"Are you still selling Louisiana? I heard that you also appointed a governor of Louisiana. If you sell that land, he will be removed from office."

"I am not Louis XVI. I will win at all costs in North America." He grabbed Georgiana's hand and said, "Do you know what your husband did during the Portuguese War?"

Georgiana shook her head.

"St. Cyr's ship from Spain was blocked by the British navy near Coimbra. He had to go ashore to fight the British army. This gave the Portuguese royal family a chance to board the ship and escape. Don't trust the spies collecting intelligence in the tavern.

, don’t trust the king who abandons his capital at will, how did he get his information?”

Georgiana shook her head, "I really don't know."

"The Portuguese royal family wanted to escape by boat not because of our army, but because of the liberals composed of industrialists and intellectuals in the city. These people had strong anti-British sentiments, and even the royal family and the church, which were subservient to the British, were also disgusted.

, the "Mehuen Treaty" made wine and landowners profit, but it simplified Portugal's trade. The trade deficit between Britain and Portugal nearly doubled, and woolen yarn and twill fabrics have exceeded the revenue from wine.

Moreover, shipping is also monopolized by the British. They want to reform, but you must also know that we have reconciled with the church now. If we have a rift with them again because of the Portuguese issue, it will be very detrimental to us."

Georgiana tilted her head and looked at him.

"100 years ago, at the turn of the century, Pedro II of Portugal allowed the Inquisition to attack Portugal's wool mills. When I first heard about it, it was strange. I thought it was the wine merchants who were attacked as heretics.

Woolen cloth."

"What?" she asked confused.

"Bacchus."

"Oh, my God." Georgiana covered her face, and Bonaparte laughed.

"The Portuguese regent heard that his marriage to the Spanish princess was not happy. The princess was only 10 years old when she married him, and they consummated the marriage when the princess was 15." He continued to play with her hand, and said pointedly, "15

Marrying at the age of 18 is the norm."

"Do you still want to defend yourself and Georgina?" she asked sternly.

"Like a woman who is ready in body and soul, she is waiting for pregnancy." Bonaparte said softly.

Georgiana actually didn't feel anything.

"The Queen of Portugal is loyal to Spanish interests. Do you think she will let Spain annex Portugal again?" Bonaparte asked.

"I was reading a book recently, and there was a sentence written in the book. Some people think that justice is an empty talk without actual content. Everything a person can obtain by force belongs to him." Georgiana did not dare to look into his eyes.

"Do you think this is correct?"

"You look down on me?" he asked.

"No!" Georgiana retorted immediately.

"You know what I want." He said impatiently, "And you are still waiting for me in the bedroom."

"I wanted to go somewhere else, but Dilock brought me here." Georgiana said painfully, "I used to feel that Severus didn't love me, and I was deeply hurt by him, so I..."

"I'm jealous of him." Bonaparte interrupted her. "He has everything I want."

"What?"

"What are you going to do after you go back with him?"

Georgiana was stunned.

"If you believe in justice, where is my justice?" he said unruly, looking at the sky.

Georgiana looked into his eyes. He seemed about to cry.

"When the regent wanted to leave the capital, the princess did not stop him?" Georgiana asked.
To be continued...