Chapter 1218: Parisian Women (5)

"Ding dong, ding dong," the ferryman on the River Styx weighed it in his bandaged hands after collecting the silver coin, then put it in his mouth and swallowed it.

"This is the first time I have received money without asking me to take the boat. Do you have any questions?" the ferryman said in English.

"Can you speak English?" Severus asked weirdly.

"If you are Italians, I can speak Italian. If you have any questions, ask!" the ferryman said impatiently. Into another crack.

Occasionally, insects such as spiders and centipedes crawled across his body, which made people feel creepy.

"Where is the palace of Napoleon Bonaparte?" asked Conseil.

"I don't know exactly where it is, but I've heard that there is such a place." The ferryman said, "He was a soldier when he was alive, and he was good at concealment."

Severus cursed again, and Goncey then asked, "Then do you know about the Priest of Death?"

"I don't understand what you're saying?" the ferryman asked perplexedly.

"It's the living dead man who appeared in the Louvre tonight." Severus paused, "Where does he live?"

"How do I know about your living world?"

"He doesn't know anything," Severus said to Gonseil. "He's just a punter."

"Do you think punting is an easy thing?" The ferryman lifted his feet up "Look, I'm missing my big toe, and my skin, you think it's easy to deal with those arrogant gods about?"

"Because he took the gold, the skin was taken away by a certain god." Gonseil said to Severus, "Later, no more gold was allowed in his city."

"I remembered when you mentioned this. Someone once asked me if I knew where Setmate was?" The ferryman said immediately, perhaps wanting to prove that he was not that useless.

"Setemat?" repeated Gonseil.

"I think I remember correctly, he sent me a lot of sacrifices at that time."

"What's that place?" Severus asked.

"Maat is the goddess of truth, and her city means the land of truth." Gonseil said to Severus. "Legend finds it and finds Nuln."

"Is the person who asked you about this place the same person as the undead who showed up here last night?" Severus asked.

"I was busy arguing with those undead. They insisted on giving me gold. I told them countless times that I would not accept gold." The ferryman replied angrily, "But they just couldn't understand."

"Let's assume that, that Muggle, he also wanted to find Setmat, but he didn't know where it was, so he looked for clues where Napoleon was." Gonceil pulled Severus aside to discuss "Napoleon Been to Egypt, maybe he has a map of Setmat."

"I've heard the story." Severus said calmly, "He said that he drew all his army deployments and future plans on a map, and if he was found, he could decipher all his arrangements, Spies from many countries were looking for it, but none of them found it, so people took it as a prank."

"Perhaps it did exist," said Gonceil. "Napoleon was a military strategist, and he valued maps."

"That Muggle thought the map was hidden in the Tuileries." Severus stared at the small Arc de Triomphe in the distance. "He tricked me into the Les Invalides so that I wouldn't be aware of his intentions."

"The entrance to the Tuileries was not closed when you went, was it?" said Conseil. "Did Napoleon close the entrance, or did he close it?"

Severus brought out a golden feather.

"What's this?"

"I plucked it from the wing of the woman we were traveling with just now," Severus said. "It can show us the way."

Saying this he tossed the feather up, and pointed his wand at it.

"Avensegium (feather compass)."

The feather didn't fall on the ground, but kept flying in the air.

"Follow that feather," Severus said, about to take off with his flying cloak.

"Wait, I don't have a broomstick." Conseil took Severus' arm.

"Here." Severus handed him a crystal ball for communication. "You just have to read my name, and I'll tell you when I get there."

After speaking, he turned into black smoke and flew into the sky with the golden feather.

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At the beginning of the 19th century, the total population of the United Kingdom was about 10 million, and more than half of the population lived in cities. The population of London was 1 million, accounting for one-tenth of the total population. According to the former Minister of the Interior, Lucien Bonaparte According to the population statistics of Pakistan, the total population of France is around 3,600, and the rural population accounts for three-quarters of the total population. The population of Paris was only 50,000 in 1800, and it began to increase rapidly in 1801. It has the same population density as London, that is to say, it has become a big city with a population of one million.

As a French saying goes, dress like a rich man and eat like a pauper. There are many people who have to dress decently even if they have no money. There are more job opportunities in big cities and higher wages than in rural areas. And every time there is a famine, the first victims are the farmers who are responsible for farming. If you look at it this way , Of course, the city is better than the countryside. In many workplaces, staff are required to dress well. After all, there are so many people who judge people by their appearance. If he is poorly dressed, the doorman in charge of opening the door will be "elegant and polite" to persuade him to leave.

In order to obtain this "right of passage", even if you are poor enough to eat black bread, both men and women must have two beautiful clothes that can enter public places. Although Rousseau used to be so poor that he had to copy music scores for a living, he had an excellent literary talent, and he could enter all opera houses in Paris for free.

Later, he wrote some articles that should not be read, and this privilege disappeared. Buying tickets is a big expense for a low- and middle-income person like him, which is equivalent to driving him out of the social world indirectly. .

Schopenhauer said that human stupidity has three poisonous roots: emulation, vanity and pride.

The French in the 18th century accounted for all of them, but this is not a special case of the French. It is a common phenomenon in Western Europe where education is lacking.

For the upcoming social season, Napoleon's sisters are also preparing new dresses. They are sitting in an open carriage, holding small parasols, and entering this semi-military palace in full bloom. They cast contemptuous glances.

If they want to explain to these pedantic soldiers the relationship between the ostentation of the nobility and the employment and income of urban residents, it may be difficult for them to understand. Anyway, as long as it is not themselves who are ostentatious, they will feel unhappy.

It costs money to repair the Arc de Triomphe and hold a military parade, but they feel that it should be done.

In 1792, because the nobles restrained their luxury and enjoyment and stopped buying luxury goods, the Jacobins resumed production by adding more military supplies, but this was only an expedient measure and did not really solve the crisis caused by the shrinking domestic market , Later, large foreign trade terminals and port cities were also affected, and the depression made more people unemployed, which created opportunities for the royalist rebellion.

The Jacobins expelled the Catholic monks, and some recalcitrant priests wanted to restore the deprived power, secretly supported the restoration of the royalist party, and provided them with financial and food support.

Compromise with the church is not only for the restoration of social order, the key is to disarm these rebels in the country. Compared with the mighty Napoleon, Joseph is much kinder. He is the kind of person who believes that being loved by the people can lead to a safer rule than a strong fortress. He is very good at dealing with people, and he is much better than the "lion in the wild" who wants to be equal to the Pope.

It is not impossible for the church to engage in peaceful negotiations, but the conditions must be negotiated first. These priests have read Rousseau's social contract theory, and they have also read the new civil law. The conditions must be written in black and white on the "contract". The Great Revolution Executed the king, stripped the privileges of the church, and sold large tracts of land to secular landowners. Who would work without paying the boss for nothing?

Hufflepuff's college ghost fat friar is very social. He once told Pomona that to become a cardinal is not just about chanting. With the secular world, power struggles are unavoidable. Many bishops of his time were more interested in "trading" and "communication", so that they ignored the matter of "practice".

Balls were needed, whether to create jobs for city dwellers or to reintegrate churches that had been torn apart from society after the Revolution.

The social season is also known as the "marriage market". Maybe there will be some young men and women who see each other right at the ball, whether they are "the remnants of the Bourbon royal family" or "Napoleon's lackeys", and finally break through the secular barriers. See Marrying a Marriage, Ease the relationship between the new nobles and the old nobles through marriage.

Napoleon still has to go back to Malemaison to sleep at night, and Pomona believes that Josephine also has a "task", and Pomona's "task" is a new style of skirt.

One day she's going to destroy the inhuman thing like the tights, poor whale, what's wrong with it.

For the sake of world peace, and the protection of whales, ladies, throw away the rococo dresses.

The girls who came downstairs with parasols spotted Pomona standing by the window on the second floor, and immediately waved their hands wearing embroidered gloves to greet her.

Pomona also waved her in greeting.

She suddenly discovered that it wasn't that she couldn't get along with the girls, but that she could feel the hostility of others towards her. Last time at the Louvre, the ladies around Josephine didn't like her at all. Women's friendships are based on hating the same woman, and Napoleon's sisters would rather go to St. Luke's Palace with the "Englishwoman" than go to Malemaison and speak ill of Josephine, as in Someone must have spoken ill of Pomona in Josephine's ear at Malemaison.

It's useless to say anything to someone who is prejudiced and hostile towards you.

If every successful man has a woman who supports him behind him, then Napoleon, who was successful at the Siege of Toulon, relied on his mother, Lydicia, but her mother would always die before him, let alone for Joseph Fern wears the tiara and ends up falling out with her mother, and Leticia doesn't even show up for Napoleon's coronation.

Only a fool would think that she could replace Josephine. She didn't want to be the second little Cleopatra, thinking that she could take both Napoleon and Eugene as her servants.

Even with Severus, she felt that she was daydreaming, and when she woke up, she was still covered in mud, farming in the vegetable garden, preparing for thousands of teachers and students at Hogwarts. The Sprout of food.

She is kind, but she doesn't have the necessary cosmetics for a woman, such as love.

The demeanor presented by a woman nourished by love is a makeup effect that cannot be achieved no matter how carefully crafted.

At the Triwizard Tournament Yule Ball, the girls were happily dancing on the dance floor, but she went back to the office crying and eating cake by herself, until someone knocked on her door.

She subconsciously touched the black swan pendant on her neck, even though it was made of artificial crystal, she still liked it very much.

It made her remember that this was just a dream, and when she woke up from the dream, she would still have to face that old bat with greasy hair and absolutely no sense of aesthetics.

"Either live together, or die together." She repeated the vow, turned and left the window.

Tea and desserts, as well as the tailors invited from Paris have all come, and everything is ready, and the laughter of the chicks can be heard from a distance, it's time to start the show.