Chapter 1655 Battle of Water and Fire (Part 2)

Monica hung up the phone. At this time, President Pierre had finished dealing with the members who had not suffered actual losses in the theft and came towards them.

The shaggy-haired Pierre Asmodeus seemed a bit crazy, while Severus kept his face expressionless. To others, the scene looked like a child running to the zoo to see snakes or lying on a tree branch.

The motionless snakes, one observed with curiosity, while the other was wary and motionless, until Pierre stood up straight again, this strange atmosphere disappeared.

"Hello, Mr. Edgar Smith." Pierre stretched out his hand towards Severus. "Do you also want to cooperate with us?"

"I heard that you have held dozens of touring exhibitions in the United States and Canada, why not come to the UK?" Severus asked with a fake smile.

"I think everyone has a different opinion about this famous figure of the old days. Talleyrand thought he was a vulgar and uneducated person, and I believe that friends who are really interested in him will come to us.

Pierre said with a smile.

Severus' smile deepened a lot. "You admire a vulgar and uneducated man?"

"He is a soldier. I think swearing is rampant in the armies of all countries." Pierre said, "But he also said this during the Battle of Toulon, soldiers, if I charge forward, follow me,

If I retreat, kill me. If I die, please avenge me. There is only one step between greatness and absurdity. I think you should understand what I mean."

"Interesting." Severus said with a smile. "Do you think that if Napoleon led the French soldiers, it would change the situation of the war?"

"At least there won't be so many people jumping out to say that Napoleon Bonaparte is Italian and he is French. This is what he himself admitted." Pierre said, "As long as you have the spirit like him,

I think even if his favorite color is pink, it won’t make people think he has a weak heart.”

Severus laughed.

"Oh my God." Monica murmured. "Napoleon's favorite color is pink?"

"I had the same reaction as you when I first heard about it, princess, do you like pink?" Pierre asked Monica.

Monica took a sip of red wine to avoid answering the question.

"Why aren't you wearing pink?" Severus asked Pierre.

"I'm just an ordinary person, and I still need to dress up externally to leave a stereotyped impression on others." Pierre said with a smile.

"Did you lose much this time?" Severus asked.

"If you mean a few pieces of silverware, no, if you mean a few cultural relics, my security captain is investigating with the police." Pierre said, "I really shouldn't have brought them back to Saint Helena."

Island, perfectly recreating the mass of that year.”

"Silver?" Severus asked.

"The items used by His Majesty Napoleon himself and the items used by his family members must be made of gold or at least gold-plated, while the items related to the church must be made of silver. In what he said to Portalis, they must be made of the lowest quality.

The cross was purchased at a very high price. I remember that the price of silver was much cheaper than gold at that time, and these artifacts used for consecration had to be made of precious metals.”

Severus leaned into Monica's ear and said, "Is the mass bell they said they found just now gold-plated or pure gold?"

"Pure gold," Monica whispered.

"Is there a stain on it that looks golden? It's actually silver." Severus asked.

“Does silver rust?”

"What do you think?" Severus tilted his head and asked with a smile.

"Maybe it's been smoked," Monica said. "Sometimes silver jewelry can turn yellow."

"Call him to confirm." Severus said with a cold face, then turned to look at Pierre, "Have we met somewhere?"

"My appearance is impressive." Pierre said, "If we had met, how could you forget me?"

Severus looked into Pierre's blue eyes.

They look deep and calm, like a pair of deer's eyes.

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"What? Of course it's pure gold!" Alejandro said in Italian after receiving Monica's call.

"Of course, of course, I can confirm, it must be pure gold." He repeated impatiently, "Go and ask him, what should we do next?"

Then the call was hung up again.

Alejandro sat down directly on the grass beside the fountain. Not long after, Haji came back with three paper bags in his hand and gave one to Alejandro.

"Eat." Haji said, "I don't know when the next meal will be."

Alejandro, who just said he was not hungry, took the paper bag, which contained two vanilla waffles, a can of pomegranate juice and a can of sparkling water.

"Drink like me." Felix said to Alejandro, mixing the canned mango juice and sparkling water into a paper cup, and then drank it gurglingly.

"He likes to drink carbonated drinks." Haji said helplessly to Alejandro, and he opened a can of non-alcoholic cold beer and drank it.

Alejandro shrugged nonchalantly and just opened the can of pomegranate juice. The liquid inside kept pouring out as if it was boiling. In panic, he sprinkled it on the grass.

The pink liquid kept emitting white smoke and making a sizzling sound like some kind of chemical, and then a beautiful woman wearing a white ancient Egyptian dress sat on the waterless fountain.

"Are you calling me?" the beauty asked Alejandro in Italian.

"Summoning? No!" Alejandro shouted. "Who are you?"

"They gave me many names." The beauty shook her slender legs and said leisurely, "The most famous one is Hathor. You can understand that I am the Egyptian God of Love."

"What?" Alejandro said in disbelief.

"You seem to be in trouble, maybe I can help you." The woman who called herself Hathor smiled charmingly.

Alejandro looked dazed for a moment, but he soon returned to normal.

"How can you help us?" Alejandro asked.

"How about taking out the contents?" Hathor looked back at the fountain behind him. "You need to get some water."

"Don't you understand this?" Alejandro complained. "Fountains are supposed to spray water."

"You don't understand." Hathor curled his hair. "You need to perform a ceremony to awaken the power of the gods."

"What ceremony?"

"My female priest told me that love and wisdom can defeat death, but she needs to be familiar with the dress to gain strength. When she feels beautiful and moving, she has shared my light. You should find some perfume, and then put

Perfume is poured into this spring as a sacrifice." Hathor said, "Then it will open."

"What's in here?" Alejandro asked.

"Scent boat." Hathor replied. "I think you know what it is for."

Although it is rare in France, it is still common to see gospel parades in Italy. Priests sometimes walk at the front of the procession holding cigarette burners and throw incense according to etiquette norms.

In an era when it was widely believed that plagues were spread by miasma, people believed that aroma and pungent odors could drive away illness.

It is not always effective, especially when the Black Death spreads. The aerosols produced by infected people through coughing are still contagious even in the air. At this time, wear a doctor's mask or a handkerchief and cover your mouth and nose with the mask.

This is the most effective way to prevent the epidemic.

Bird's beak masks are usually made of silver. People dressed as beak doctors can often be seen at the Venice Carnival. These people are not agents of the God of Death. They dress like that to protect themselves. Doctors start from scratch.

He was covered with an imitation oilcloth coat to his feet, his hands were gloved, his eyes were protected by transparent glass, and his "beak" was filled with herbs.

In fact, people have never truly left the Dark Ages.

Someone must take responsibility for the disaster. Many of the "witches" tried by the Inquisition were innocent, but people need to be convinced that killing them will make their lives better, just like getting rid of those harmful creatures.

, as if as long as they disappear, the threat will no longer exist.

The sudden disappearance of the Black Death in Venice was not a miracle, it was because women stopped holding banquets and dances and stayed at home to pray that the plague would disappear soon.

They not only achieved self-isolation, but also reduced group gatherings. Isolation is the best way to prevent airborne diseases.

Even ants know this. Unfortunately, more people go to Poveglia Island in Venice out of curiosity. Excessive pain and terror will make people secrete dopamine, which means that stimulation will make people feel

hapiness.

The crazy laughter at the carnival and the weird costumes of tourists from all over the world turn Venice into a world of dancing monsters, where all kinds of ghosts gather together.

When you can feel the temptation of the devil, your heart has become bright.

Alejandro looked at the sword that appeared in his hand and struck Hathor with it. The Egyptian God of Love screamed and got out of the way, and the sword finally hit the fountain.

A huge stream of water spurted out from the spring, and a wooden box jumped out.

Alejandro dropped the sword and reached out to take it, but before he could open it, there seemed to be someone in front of him pointing eastward.

"Hey, hey!" Monica's voice came from the phone. "Are you listening, Sonny?"

When Alejandro came to his senses, the pomegranate juice in his hand fell to the ground, and a group of ants were surrounding the puddle of sweet drink.

Then he looked to his left, and there was a wooden box, exactly like the one in his dream.

Alessandro opened the clasp of the lily-patterned box, and inside lay a pure gold incense boat for holding frankincense.

"It's pure gold," Alejandro said, and then he hung up the phone and lay down on the grass as if he had experienced something very exhausting.

I heard that the French Airport Red Cross used their evacuation rights.

Um……
Chapter completed!