Chapter 1657 The Goddess’s Secret Word (2)

Mirror, mirror, tell me, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?

--Grimm's Fairy Tales

To this day, the Naval Palace is still the Admiralty of the French Republic. Although the facade is being renovated, there are still people standing guard in front of the door. Alejandro walked around the Admiralty before he found a side door. Some senior officers

Walk from the side door to Maxim's Restaurant across the road to dine.

Through the glass window, you can see that the restaurant is packed with people, and there are many people in uniform eating there, as if it is their "canteen".

Through the open side door, you can see the atrium of the French Admiralty. White lines are drawn on the ground. It looks like a parking space, but there is no car now. The lobby on the first floor and some rooms on the second floor have a warm orange glow. The lights on the third floor and the top floor were dark, as if these "civil servants" had gone home from get off work.

Alejandro regretted it extremely. He originally thought that the Naval Palace had been abandoned, and if he was caught here, he would go to jail.

So he picked up the phone, and just as he pulled up Monica's phone number, a scent of fragrance hit his nostrils. He turned around and looked over, and found that it was the beautiful Egyptian God of Love, Hathor.

"Need help?" Hathor asked.

"Do you have an invisibility cloak?" Alejandro asked hopelessly.

Hathor pointed his chin with his index finger, thought for a moment, and shook his head, "I don't have that kind of thing."

"Then how can you help?" Alejandro said impatiently and planned to pick up the phone and make a call.

"But I know the secret passage leading inside, just under the square." Hathor said, "Didn't you see? There are stairs under every city sculpture."

"Where does that lead to?" asked Alejandro.

"Secret passage, Louis-Philippe will not be trapped in the palace like Louis XVI, he will find a way to escape."

Alejandro was a little shocked.

"He needs the navy to escape to England. If things go wrong, these naval admirals will escape with him. I can tell you the passage."

"My purpose is not to sneak into the naval headquarters and steal secrets." Alejandro said, "What I want to know is, where is the hidden thing?"

"I can tell you." Hathor waved to Alejandro, "Follow me."

Then Alejandro really followed her. During this period, Mrs. Lorris kept meowing in her backpack, but Alejandro remained unmoved. It didn't take long for them to arrive at a place in the Louvre.

in the room.

"Here we are." Hathor said as he stepped on the water-polished marble surface with his bare feet.

"Is this here?" Alejandro asked. He looked around and found that there were five huge floor-to-ceiling mirrors in this room. There was a marble table in the middle of the mirror, and a pure gold Ticens burner was placed on it.

"These mirrors were originally placed in the naval headquarters, and the Germans moved them here." Hathor said. "Some people said that they saw the ghost of Marie Antoinette in these mirrors."

"What?" Alejandro said in surprise.

"She said, 'Take me back,' and the German naval staff were frightened, so they put these mirrors in the Louvre and moved some of the royal family's furniture there," Hathor said. "Now.

Their positions are still on the wall of a corridor on the second floor of the Navy Palace, but they have been replaced by wooden boards. On them are the names of the five most important military ports of the French Navy. The Hall of Mirrors in Versailles is made up of more than 400 lenses.

These mirrors were all in one piece, and were very valuable based on the craftsmanship at that time. They were all facing the guillotine in the square, where the obelisk is now."

Alejandro looked at the mirrors. He only saw his own figure in them, and did not see Hathor.

"Poor people, they are always restless." Hathor said, "We in Egypt will use polished metal plates to make mirrors. When female customers put on jewelry, apply perfume and powder, and admire themselves in the mirror,

I feel very happy, just like them."

As Hathor finished speaking, many women who were dressing up suddenly appeared in the hall. They gathered around a pool, combing their hair with combs, or applying eyeliner with emerald green balm. They wore transparent

The thin linen dress, with its slender curves looming, makes people think about it. There is a strong fragrance in the air, but it is not from burning spices, but the smell of perfume. A woman playing the harp is humming a love song softly.

.

"You must be very tired, my little dove." Hathor whispered to Alejandro, "Just sleep peacefully here with me."

Alejandro used all his strength to release Mrs. Lorris from the backpack.

"Find someone for help!" He said tiredly to Mrs. Lorris's back, and then fell to the ground.

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"Besides Paris, where else have you been to France?" Monsieur Asmodeus asked Severus.

"Burgundy," Severus said, "and the Loire Valley."

"Have you been to Brittany?" asked Pierre.

"No," Severus said.

"What about you, distinguished lady?" Pierre asked Monica.

"You called me princess just now, and now you call me distinguished lady?" Monica asked.

Pierre faked a smile and continued to look at Severus, "How much do you know about Machiavelli?"

"I've read his books," Severus said.

"What about his life?"

"I don't know much about it."

"Machiavelli only traveled on official business, firstly because he had no money, and secondly because he was happy to work. Venice was the first place he visited in his life, but he did not leave a line of writing about Venice and the sea.

On the contrary, as soon as he finished his work, he immediately started discussing the international situation with the ambassador of the Holy See. In addition, he also bought some lottery tickets in Venice and won a small prize, but he was always

If he is short of money, if he wins a big prize, he will definitely tell others and have a big banquet for guests."

Severus listened silently.

"Even though he lacks restraint in spending money, Machiavelli is a far-sighted person. It is true that laws, contracts and agreements between individuals will make them keep their promises. However, only force can make those in power keep their promises. Times will change, and other people's

The sword may not be reliable, but the French Foreign Legion actually became the main force. I think Napoleon was right. We should rely on the army composed of our own people instead of relying on the Foreign Legion."

Severus wisely didn't answer.

"The night Piero Soderini died, Machiavelli was writing the second volume of "The Decades". He wrote in the book that Piero Soderini's soul came to the door of hell.

Lu Tong shouted, 'Stupid souls also come to hell? Stop talking nonsense and go to Limbo.' Do you know what Limbus is?"

"That's where babies who have not been baptized or who died in infancy go, it's between heaven and hell," Monica said.

"I'm glad to hear you say that." Pierre smiled and said, "Which university did you graduate from?"

"I didn't go to college." Monica said a little unhappy.

"Please forgive me for being rude." Pierre leaned towards Monica, "But you have to know that it's not pleasant to face models all day long. They don't understand what you are saying at all."

"My sister is a model." Monica added.

"I'm starting to understand why your girlfriend left you." Severus smiled happily and said, "Times will change, but the important thing is that men like Machiavelli may not be reliable."

"Then what kind of man do you think you can trust?" Pierre asked.

"I know you expect me to talk about a man who can make money," Severus said, "but just being able to make money is just as unreliable."

"So..." Pierre tilted his head and looked at Severus carefully.

"Why should I tell you?" Severus said.

Monsieur Asmodeus looked like he was choked with anger.

This made the old bat feel very happy, and the fake smile on his face became much more sincere. Monica had a relieved expression on her face, and she hugged Severus very affectionately, but she soon fell under the old bat's death gaze.

He let go of his hand and stood still, not daring to act rashly.

Voldemort is in Limbo, that misty train station
Chapter completed!