Chapter 2236 The Flower War (One Hundred and Forty-Five)

Connecting Neptune Palace and the Hall of Victory is the Venus Gallery. It can be seen that many paintings were originally hung on the walls, but they were all packed away, leaving only empty walls.

After walking for a while, the sound of music, or chorus singing, came from the brightly lit hall. It was obvious that they were still having a party after listening to the opera to continue having fun.

When Georgiana walked into the hall, she found that people were holding a masquerade, and some people gathered at the buffet table to drink and sing, including Georgiana's guardian.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Georgiana couldn't help but lament that human beings' joys and sorrows are not connected. Napoleon didn't trust many people. With Lederer's performance just now, he would only look weird when he appeared in the crowd. Maybe only those who were curious

Only people would guess why he was so worried.

She didn't want to disturb the good mood of these people, and she didn't want to get involved. After making sure that most of the people were fine, Georgiana returned to where she lived. Stam had been waiting in the living room of the suite for a long time.

He did not sit on the stool, but remained standing, and when he saw Georgiana appear, he bowed to her as usual.

She looked at the blue-eyed Mamluk, and there was almost no trace of Turkic blood in him, especially since he was still wearing French clothes. Even though he had a Mamluk sword on his waist, this was not common in Napoleon's court.

Surprisingly, many officers, even British officers, would wear this kind of sword. Just like Napoleon appeared at banquets and balls in military uniforms instead of the gorgeous evening gowns worn by the Bourbon royal family, he brought about a new fashion.

"What are your orders, ma'am?" Stam asked.

"I have a question. Why didn't you stay outside the bedroom that night when Margaret screamed?"

"There was already an adjutant at the door at that time," Stam replied.

Georgiana took out the wand and hid it in the wheat bracelet on her wrist, but did not point the wand at Stam.

"I want to communicate with you in a civilized way. I'll ask the question again. Why didn't you stay outside the bedroom that night when Margaret screamed?"

"You can try it." Stam said without compromise.

Georgiana then pointed her wand at him.

"Legilimency." She chanted the spell, and then rummaged through his memory. It was a very fresh memory, and many details were still retained. For example, Stam lying at the door looked through the crack in the door.

, I heard the voices inside, to be precise, it was the voice of Georgiana reading the travel diary.

She retreated from Stam's memory.

"You heard..."

"You didn't think it was a secret, so you didn't keep it secret, right?" Stam said.

Georgiana felt a little uneasy.

"I just can't listen anymore." Stam continued, "I will go back after you guys sleep peacefully."

Georgiana recalled what she had just seen. Stam was chatting with other servants while warming themselves by the fire. There seemed to be no Anbar in this group.

"Where was Anbar that night?"

"Although the master doesn't have as many servants as the pasha, I don't care about everyone's whereabouts," Stam said.

There seemed to be nothing left to ask, and Georgiana hesitated whether she should delete his memory.

"Does Anbar hate Bonaparte?" Carolan Lestrange asked suddenly, "because he invaded Egypt."

"We don't have as many rules as you." Stam looked at Carolan and said, "At least I don't hate the master."

"Are you going to guard the door tonight?" asked Georgiana.

Stam didn't answer.

"You go down," Georgiana said, and Stam bowed to her and left.

"How sick is he?" Georgiana asked after Stam left.

"His temper is really bad. Not only does he refuse to take medicine, he also scolds doctors." Carolan said leisurely while sitting on the sofa, "He is like a child who refuses to take medicine and is acting out. What do you like about him?"

"I have taken care of a lot of naughty children." Georgiana smiled bitterly and sat down opposite her. "Being able to curse people means you are in good spirits."

Carolan shook his head, "The king is not as uneducated as he is."

Georgiana recalled the kings of the Middle Ages and shook her head with a wry smile.

"You have changed a lot," said Carolan. "You are a completely different person than when I first met you."

"What did you first see me like?" Georgiana asked.

Carolan said nothing.

Georgiana recalled the first time she met Rabastan. At that time, she was still a little uneasy, worried that he would regard her as prey.

Then she took another look at the "Fire Opal" ring on her hand. It was the phoenix it transformed that silenced the quarreling paintings on the wall and the quarreling people at the table.

Someone once said that Napoleon had given Italian men a new spiritual outlook, but she thought it was an exaggeration.

If Severus came to find her again, would he still recognize her?

She remembered her last trip to Ireland, when he wrapped his cloak around her in the pub. Even though it was summer, she still felt very happy.

There is a big difference between being a person who has to support herself and someone who relies on others. If the dwarf hadn't been sick, she would have wanted to rely on him at the moment.

"I'm very tired." Georgiana said tiredly. "Call me in two hours."

"Are you following his example?" Carolan asked.

"I will have plenty of time to sleep in the future, but this is a special situation." Georgiana stood up, "You guys should be more vigilant."

"Yes, ma'am." Carolan said lazily.

"Do you have a pensieve?" Georgiana asked.

"What do you want that for?"

"When my mind is upset, I need to use it to sort it out." Then she returned to the bedroom, took off the makeup on her face, and fell asleep without changing her clothes.

She slept deeply, and maybe she was woken up two hours later, but it was not Carolan who called her, but Napoleon wearing a mask.

His illness seemed to be cured, and he held her hand and headed to the Hall of the Goddess of Victory. When he passed by the Venus Gallery, the walls were covered with paintings, including Rembrandt's and Da Vinci's. There was no one else in the hall.

It was just the two of them and he started waltzing with her.

She felt it was unreal, thinking it was a dream, and then she really woke up. She was still in the luxurious bedroom, no, it was time to call it the bedroom, and she was alone.

All this was the last thing she wanted. She remembered that the northern farmer's house was like a ruin. It was very comfortable after being cleaned up. She wanted to sit in a rocking chair and warm herself by the fire, with her head resting on his shoulder.

"I won't be like Queen Catherine." She looked at herself standing on the bedside and said, "I will be like the childlike Queen Elizabeth."

Standing at the head of the bed, she smiled, "Let's see how long you can hold on."

"You will know." She said firmly, and then she opened the door of the bedroom and walked out while standing at the head of the bed.

Now she was really the only one in the bedroom.

Georgiana glanced at the bedside, where there was the bird song box given to her by Grégoire. She reached out and took the box over and opened it. There was a sweet bird song inside, as if it came from heaven.
Chapter completed!