Chapter 2362 protego diabolica (Part 2)

When the Jacobins came to power in 1793, almost all churches in France were closed and converted into "Temple of Reason". There was even a woman dressed as a goddess who was carried into Notre Dame de Paris.

At the same time, the Reign of Terror began, and after Louis XVI, Marie Antoinette was guillotined.

The turmoil caused by this revolution was so great that even the wizards hiding among the crowd had to become exiles. Those who did not escape almost died like Vincent de Tefler-Pique, who had been carried away during the plague.

The bones of Geneviève, the Saint who had come out to protect Paris, were also burned, and the priests only kept a part of them.

The debate held in Bavaria was most famous for the "defenders of witchcraft" who classified all diseases as witchcraft and believed that witches were responsible for diseases such as the Black Death.

That happened in 1766, and it is part of "history" to people living in the 21st century, but now for Georgiana, it is like a nightmare come true, especially among the "Exorcists" who participated in the debate.

A case of still being alive.

Just like Mary in Second Salem, she wanted to reveal that the purpose of the existence of the magical world was to "cleanse" rather than share the fun and mystery of magic. However, the newspaper tycoon at the time, Henry Shaw, did not want to pay attention to her at all, thinking that she was a

Madmen, weirdos, and even Langdon who believed in them were despised.

Sometimes people don't believe that magic is a good thing for wizards. Although they are "forgotten", they are at least safe.

She is a witch who loves food magic, and her main "enemy" is the carnivorous slugs in the vegetable garden, which is really scary.

Exhausted, Georgiana returned to her suite, and on the way she met Bonaparte's adjutant, who seemed to have just come out of Bonaparte's room.

Originally, she wanted to just go back to the suite to rest, but she changed her mind midway and went to his suite.

The door was open, and you could see him talking to Lapu. Soon after they finished talking, Lapu also came out. She took the opportunity to walk in and closed the door.

As if she didn't exist, he turned around and went to the desk to look at the documents.

She looked at his back and pursed her lips.

"Why don't you ask me?"

"What do I ask you for?"

"'How was your day today'?"

"I'm doing well." He pretended to be dumbfounded and said, "Thank you for your concern."

"I asked you to ask, 'How was your day?'"

"Didn't you ask just now?"

She was so angry.

At this time he put down the document and turned around with a smile.

"Come here, you little fool."

She saw his open arms and passed over without hesitation. She really needed a hug now.

"You came back alone?" he asked.

"The Austrian diplomat sent me back," she said gloomily.

"What did he say to you?" he asked, pretending not to care.

"As long as I am willing to do him a favor, he will give me a house in Venice."

"What's the rush?"

She didn't talk about Silesia's problems.

"Did you know that there are Pietists in Brussels? They were originally Beguinage nuns. After the reforms of Joseph II, their church was closed, so they bought a house in a nearby street and continued their religious life.

"I know there are many people who cannot adapt to the austere life in the monastery, but at least there is a roof to protect them from the wind and rain, as well as a warm bed and food. For some women, nothing is more important than stability." She

Whispering, "It doesn't matter to them whether the monastery is Catholic or Pietist."

He said nothing.

"When I get to Brussels I'm going to live in a monastery."

He still said nothing.

She felt a little strange, broke away from her arms and looked at him, he was thinking seriously with a serious face.

"I did not mean……"

"I have sent gendarmes to Alsace." He let go of his hand. "They will go and capture the bandits."

She didn't really want to discuss this, but she still said smoothly, "Is it a secret mission? That's just right. There is a wanted wizard who needs to be captured, and I want to send someone to go with them."

He nodded, but instead of going about business, he held her hand.

To be honest, she didn't want to say such bloody things in such a warm and affectionate atmosphere.

"Don't be too late." She said softly, trying to take her hand away from his.

"Have you had dinner?" he asked suddenly.

"Eat outside."

"What to eat?"

"French fries."

"that's it?"

"Of course it's more than that..." She quickly realized what he was asking. "Farron seemed a little jealous of Bertin and went back to the past. In addition, he and I talked about some philosophical issues."

"Does he also want to go back to the past?"

"I think he has had enough of a wandering life." Georgiana sighed. "He is old, Leon."

"But I see this retired old man is still so enthusiastic about social activities." He sarcastically said.

"You want him to stay out of social activities?"

"You told him I sent someone to Hamburg?"

She nodded.

"He is different from Ross Bertin, do you understand?" he said seriously.

She nodded anyway.

He looked at her suspiciously.

"Do you know why the main target of the witch hunt is witches?" Georgiana asked. "Wizards have a much better life than us."

"I don't like this metaphor, but you just need to understand." He let go of his hand. "Josephine will not refuse people. She will agree to others' requests. Apart from what you just said, what else have you promised to others?"

She hesitated.

"Slavery was still maintained in some areas of Germany. In the 17th century, they sold Turkish captives as slaves, and the female relatives, like Andromache, became the sons of Achilles who killed her husband Hector.

A slave girl, if one day comes, I will drink poison myself. Restoration of the country is not important to me. I cannot bear the humiliation and bear the burden like her. Even if I die, I will be a free man." She paused.

After a pause, he added, "I am against slavery, Leon, but I..."

"What did others ask you to do?" he asked sternly.

"Mr. Wilberforce asked me to protect the wife of Toussaint Louverture. Mr. Wilberforce is a friend of William Pitt the Younger..."

Bonaparte became violent and walked up and down with his arms crossed.

"Am I worse than Josephine?" she said with a wry smile.

"Do you think I will lose?" he asked calmly.

She didn't speak.

"Why else do you think I would be Hector?"

"I don't like heroes." She said calmly. "Heroes all die early, but I hate slave traders even more."

He looked at her with lion-like amber eyes.

"I once said to the children, 'Do the right thing because it is right.' But after I got here, I understood a truth. Sometimes people have to distinguish between right things and fatal things. Good intentions can also do bad things.

, and the opposition to slavery is for myself..."

"Do you think you will be betrayed?" He smiled teasingly.

"I may not, but others may not."

"You will be locked up, like a private collection." He suddenly said, "But you can't help but want to take it out and show it off to others."

She wasn't much surprised.

"Why aren't you surprised?"

"I've heard this before."

"Have you heard this?" He leaned over and said, "She walked in the brilliance of beauty, just like the night, clear and cloudless, and the sky was full of stars. All the most beautiful colors of light and dark were presented in her appearance and eyes.

The soft light that shines from heaven is merely gaudy; adding or subtracting light and dark would detract from the indescribable beauty, which ripples in her black hair, or spreads a faint radiance."

He hooked her chin with his fingers.

"That face and its quiet thoughts indicate its origin is pure and precious. That bright cheek is so gentle, calm and affectionate. That charming smile and the brilliance of the face all indicate a kind life."

"My hair is not black," she said tremblingly.

"Nothing is perfect, midnight elf." After saying that, he kissed her.

In fact, she wanted to tell him that she knew this poem was written by Byron, but she had only read it and no one had read it to her.

She couldn't use words to describe the difference between the two, but she was not willing to pay so much for that short-lived pleasure in order to listen to others praising her.

Because this deal is too uneconomical.
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