Chapter 2362 protego diabolica (middle)
When the Jacobins came to power in 1793, almost all churches in France were closed and changed into "Temples of Reason", and even a woman dressed as a goddess was carried into Notre Dame de Paris.
At the same time the Reign of Terror began, and Marie Antoinette was guillotined after Louis XVI.
The degree of turmoil caused by this revolution even the wizards hiding in the crowd had to become exiles, and those who did not escape almost died like the Duke of Vincent de Tefle-Pic, who was carried away during the plague. When they came out, the bones of Saint Genevieve, who was supposed to protect Paris, were also burned, leaving only a part of the priests.
The most famous debate held in Bavaria was that the "Defenders of Witchcraft" listed all diseases as witchcraft, and believed that wizards were responsible for diseases such as the Black Death.
It happened in 1766 and is part of "history" for people living in the 21st century, but now for Georgiana, it is like a nightmare come true, especially in the "Exorcist" who participated in the controversy. A case of being alive.
Just like Mary of Second Salem, she wanted to expose the existence of the magical world for "cleaning" instead of sharing the fun and mystery of magic, but Henry Shaw, the newspaper tycoon at the time, didn't want to bother with her at all, thinking she was a Crazies, weirdos, even Langdon, who believed in them, was despised.
Sometimes people don't believe that magic is a good thing for wizards, that despite being "forgotten", it is at least safe.
She's a witch who loves gourmet magic and whose main "enemies" are flesh-eating slugs in the vegetable garden, which is pretty scary.
On her way back to the suite exhausted, Georgiana met Bonaparte's aide-de-camp, who seemed to have just come out of Bonaparte's room.
Originally, she wanted to just go back to the suite to rest, but changed her mind halfway, and she went to his suite.
The door was open, and he could be seen talking to Rapp, and after a while they finished talking, Rapp also came out, she took the opportunity to walk in, and closed the door.
As if she didn't exist, he turned and went to the desk to look at the documents.
She looked at his back and pursed her mouth.
"Why don't you ask me?"
"Ask you what?"
"'How was your day today'?"
"I'm doing well." He pretended to be stupid and said in a daze, "Thank you for your concern."
"I asked you to ask, 'How was your day'."
"Didn't you just ask?"
She was so pissed off.
Then he put down the file and turned around with a smile.
"Come here, you little fool."
She saw his open arms and passed without hesitation. She really needs a hug now.
"You came back by yourself?" he asked.
"Austrian diplomats sent me back," she said sullenly.
"What did he tell you?" He pretended to ask innocently.
"He'll give me a house in Venice if I'll do him a favor."
"What's busy?"
She didn't say anything about Silesia.
"Did you know that there are Pietists in Brussels? They were originally Beguin nuns. After Joseph II reformed, their church was closed, so they bought a house in a nearby street and continued their religious life." ...I know there are a lot of people who can't adjust to the austere life in the monastery, but there is at least a shelter from the wind and rain, and there is a warm bed and food. For some women, there is nothing more important than security." She Whispered, "It doesn't matter to them whether that monastery is Catholic or devout."
He said nothing.
"When I get to Brussels I'm going to live in a monastery."
He still didn't make a sound.
She felt a little strange, broke away from her arms and looked at him, he was thinking seriously.
"I did not mean……"
"I have sent the gendarme to Alsace." He let go of his hand. "They will catch the robbers."
She didn't really want to discuss this, but she continued, "Is it a secret mission? That's right, there is a wanted wizard who needs to be arrested, and I want to send someone to go with them."
He nodded, but instead of busying himself with business, he held her hand.
To be honest, she didn't want to say such a bloody thing in such a warm atmosphere.
"Don't be too late." She said softly, trying to take her hand away from him.
"Have you had dinner?" he asked suddenly.
"Eat out."
"What did you eat?"
"French fries."
"that's it?"
"Of course it's more than that..." She quickly realized what he was asking. "Farron seems to be a little jealous of Bertin, and he went back to the past. Besides, he chatted with me about some philosophical issues."
"Does he want to go back to the past too?"
"I think he's had enough of his wandering life." Georgiana sighed. "He's old, Leon."
"But I think this retired old man is still so enthusiastic about social activities." He sarcastically.
"You think he keeps himself out of society?"
"You told him I sent someone to Hamburg?"
She nods.
"He's not like Ross Bertin, you understand?" he said gravely.
She still nodded.
He looked at her suspiciously.
"Do you know why the main target of witch hunts is witches?" Georgiana asked. "Wizards are much better off than us."
"I don't like this metaphor, but you just need to understand it." He let go of his hand, "Josephine will not refuse people, and she will agree to people's requests. Besides the one just now, what else did you promise to others?"
She hesitated.
"Some parts of Germany still maintain slavery. In the 17th century, they sold the Turkish captives as slaves, and the female family, like Andromark, became the son of Achilles who killed her husband Hector. My slave girl, if there is such a day, I will drink the poison myself, and the recovery of the country is not important to me, I can't bear the humiliation like her, even if I die, I will be a free man." She paused "I'm against slavery, Leon, but I..."
"What did others ask you to do?" He asked sternly.
"Mr. Wilberforce asked me to protect Toussaint Louverture's wife. Mr. Wilberforce is a friend of little William Pitt..."
Bonaparte became irritable and walked up and down with his hips in his arms.
"Am I worse than Josephine?" she said with a wry smile.
"You think I'm going to lose?" He asked calmly.
She didn't speak.
"Otherwise why do you think I will become Hector?"
"I don't like heroes." She said calmly, "Heroes die early, but I hate slave traders even more."
He looked at her with lion-like amber eyes.
"I used to say to the kids, 'Do the right thing because it's right', but when I got here, I realized that sometimes people have to distinguish between the right thing and the terrible thing, and good intentions can also do bad things , and against slavery for my own sake..."
"You think you'll be sold?" He smiled teasingly.
"I might not, and others might not."
"You will be locked up, like a private collection." He said suddenly, "but you can't help but want to bring it out and show it off to others."
She wasn't much surprised.
"Why aren't you surprised?"
"I've heard that."
"Have you heard this?" He leaned forward and said, "She walks in the brilliance of beauty, just like the night, clear and cloudless, and the sky is full of stars, all the most beautiful colors of light and dark are presented in her appearance and glances, The soft light that shines from heaven is too pompous, and adding or subtracting a share of light and shade would mar the indescribable beauty, which wavered in her dark hair, or spread a faint radiance."
He hooked his finger around her chin.
"That face, that serene thought, pointing to its pure and precious origin, that bright cheek so gentle, calm, and affectionate, that charming smile, that radiance of countenance speaks of a good life."
"My hair is not black," she quivered.
"Nothing is perfect, Midnight Elf," he said, kissing her.
In fact, she wanted to tell him that she knew the poem was written by Byron, but she had only read it and no one had read it to her.
She couldn't describe the difference between the two in words, but she was unwilling to pay so much for the short-term pleasure in order to listen to others sing about herself.
Because this deal is too uneconomical.
