Chapter 2448 Cecal Zone (2)

Today I saw a mother begging with her baby on the roadside. I went up to talk to her, but she could only speak German. I had learned German in military school before and had been to Germany several times, but I couldn't speak a word of it.

I didn’t go out, and I don’t remember it either. Fortunately, some of my fellow travelers spoke German.

The woman was a soldier's wife. Her husband died in the war. Now she was alone and wanted to find a better shelter. I asked her if she planned to raise the child in her arms alone, and she handed her a letter.

It was the last letter her husband wrote to her. He said that he loved her and would love her until his death, but he did not mention that he wanted her to raise their children.

Then the woman told me that she knew it was difficult to raise a child alone, but she did not plan to hand the child over to an orphanage and start over. She used to feel that if she was reduced to begging on the street, she might as well die, but now this

The child is her hope for continued support.

I think the quality of a child depends entirely on the mother. When I met Eugene and Hortense, I knew that Josephine was a good woman. They were different from my family. They were not only polite and thoughtful, but Hortense was sometimes afraid of me.

She didn't dare tell me what she wanted. In this way she was not like her mother, whose thoughtless waste sometimes left the house in disarray.

Every time we quarrel, she will restrain herself a little, but soon she will continue to spend randomly until you show up.

The first time I saw you, I kept thinking of Egypt and the magnificent tomb in Cairo.

When I saw you again later, you were like the prophet described by Voltaire, your light was dazzling.

What makes a liar admirable is not how cunning he is, or how well-planned he is, but how he inspires the people and changes the face of the world.

Our trip brought Europe a stunning opera. In the opera last night, the most anticipated thing was not the love between the hero and heroine, or the wisdom of Salstro and the light he represented.

It is a song sung by the Queen of the Night for revenge.

You once told me that you saw a smile on Maria's sculpture because she had a brave son. I asked the woman again if she planned to let this child grow up to avenge his father. I couldn't see it on her face.

I couldn't see resentment or forgiveness. I only saw my own face in her eyes.

I think she hated me at that moment, not because she knew who I was, but because I disturbed her peace. She just needed to wait until I left, and everything would be restored to her.

Those who cherish "what is" and seize "what is" with all their strength are those who are unable to protect "what is already". On the contrary, those who are constantly pursuing "what is not" have treasures thrown at them.

I used to be confused, to what extent are humans obsessed with fame and fortune? Now it seems that it is not a good thing for people to pursue fame and fortune.

What you want is not these, but something more difficult and daunting. Rumors have begun to circulate. When assigning roles, I gave you the most eye-catching role. If I leave you at this time, you are afraid.

What?

Georgiana folded the letter.

"Madam..." Felicity said in panic.

"What?"

"The letter...is on fire."

Georgiana looked at her hand, and sure enough, the letter was lit. She couldn't remember whether it was the fire opal ring or her own magic that lit it.

She extinguished the fire before the letter burned out. Although the edge of the letter was gone, the content remained. She handed it to Felicity.

"Who brought the letter?" asked Georgiana.

"A peasant from Aachen," said Ferrier.

She covered her head and thought, Aachen is indeed a German-speaking area, and with how "charming" he is now, he does need to disguise himself.

"Do you want to write him a reply?" Philelle asked.

"My mind is in chaos now. I don't know how to reply to him, let alone where he is." Georgiana said tiredly, "How long until the concert starts?"

"You don't have to go." Felicity said.

"That's not possible." She smiled and said, "Mr. DuBoer attended today's concert."

Philiel said nothing.

"Are you afraid?" Georgiana asked.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I asked you to keep so much information."

Felicity hesitated and shook her head.

"The First Consul's private secretary also kept a lot of his top-secret information, and he was not afraid of it."

"He is different from you, he is..."

"A man." Felicity interrupted her. "I am a woman."

Georgiana said nothing.

"Other than that there is no difference between us. I can do what he can do."

"I have to tell you something." Georgiana sighed, "I just had a meeting. We are short of 26 million francs to redeem securities, but if we sell Louisiana, we will have the money. You know what this means.

What are you wearing?"

Philiel said nothing.

"This is the beginning of a large-scale slave trade. Even if it is prohibited by law, some people will still do it. At the same time, Europe will fall into war again. By then I may not be able to protect myself, let alone protect you."

"Is there no way not to sell it?"

"The bonds have been transferred in the market several times before they are in the hands of the 'enemy.' If we do not agree to their conditions, others will come to collect the debt. Of course, we can default on the debt, but France's credit rating will be difficult to maintain."

Georgiana smiled bitterly, "To what extent do you think humans are obsessed with fame and fortune? Is it a good thing to pursue fame and fortune?"

Philiel didn't answer.

"No matter how much I save, how can I save 26 million francs." Georgiana stood up, "Why don't you ask me why I don't protect you like I protect Margaret?"

"I'm different from her." Felicity whispered.

"What's the difference?"

Philiel gasped for air.

"We should help each other and cooperate. There are times when you need help from others." Georgiana said calmly, "Margaret, Matilda and my former maid Sophie are classmates. They still exchange letters and I give them a salary."

Very little, they all borrowed their expenses from Sophie, what about yours?"

"I had almost no expenses before Leila came. After she came, she gave me a lot of things."

"Anyone else?" Georgiana asked.

"Yes, they are all little things."

"Do you have any parents or sisters who need to be brought to France?" Georgiana asked.

"There are several Mamluks, they..."

"Did you take advantage of them?" Georgiana asked.

Philiel stopped talking again.

"I know it's hard to reject people, and I won't stop you from making friends, but you also need to know that you have to be careful when dealing with people. There are some mistakes you shouldn't make even once," Georgiana whispered.

Felicity nodded immediately.

"The Western Palace is very different from the Eastern Palace. The 'King' here is not hereditary. Even if I give birth to a child, I cannot guarantee that everything will be stable. What's more, I have been infected by black magic and it will be difficult to get pregnant..."

"Is it that you can't get pregnant, or that you don't want to get pregnant?" Felicity asked, "You are still thinking of ways even though you know there is no hope, but you haven't made any efforts at all."

Georgiana was a little angry.

"Madam, it's time for you to give up your unrealistic fantasies and think of something practical."

Georgiana didn't want to pay attention to Ferrell and left the lounge.
Chapter completed!