Chapter 3210 Wolf Valley (4)
The most famous sculpture in Milan Cathedral is Saint Bartholomew, which looks like a skeleton wearing a shawl.
But in fact, the "shawl" is his flayed skin. It is the work of a Lombard sculptor in 1562. At that time, human anatomy was no longer a shameful thing, and the sculptor could freely express his understanding of human anatomy. Skills to master.
During his stay in Florence, Napoleon purchased local wax mannequins. These wax figures were colorful, made exactly according to the structure of the human body, and looked just like the real ones.
After taking a shower, Georgiana went to Napoleon's library because it was the only place where she had the dictionary she needed.
Many words in French are derived from Latin, but the word imagine comes from the 14th century Old French "imaginer", which means carving, carving, and painting.
Its Latin form "Imaginari" means a mental image, just like a painter who uses a brush to paint what he sees on paper.
Leonardo da Vinci was a scientific painter. His paintings strived to be as realistic as possible, so he did a lot of human anatomy. This influenced many people, who believed that the paintings should be as realistic as possible.
Mind refers to thinking and feeling. It may come from the Old English mynd in the late 12th century, which means memory, recollection, and the form of being remembered. It may also come from the Germanic mundiz, which means thinking, and the Old English minne, which means love. , initially a cherished memory.
The old fool said that Voldemort lost to love, so he probably meant it in Old German.
"Why are you checking these?" Bonaparte asked after seeing what she had recorded.
"Secret." Georgiana put the note away and put it in the locket.
"Why do you suddenly think of Milan?" he said while sitting on his desk.
"It just popped out," said Georgiana, sitting down in his armchair and crossing her legs on the table.
"You are not ladylike at all." He reminded.
"I am not a lady to begin with." She said calmly, feeling at peace in her heart.
It turns out that this is materialization. I wonder if she can pick up chalk and throw it at people like Peeves.
Peeves materializes because the students want to play pranks on them, and he feeds on these emotions.
She subconsciously looked up at the ceiling.
"You don't like this ceiling painting?" He also looked up at the ceiling and asked.
“在荷马史诗里，雅典娜被赫拉指示，揍了爱神一拳。”乔治安娜看着古罗马的密勒瓦说“你觉得她聪明吗？”
He laughed.
"How did you come up with the idea of holding the investiture ceremony in Versailles? If you like the painting on the ceiling, couldn't you find someone to repaint it somewhere else?"
"Article 87 of the Constitution stipulates that in order to reward military exploits and outstanding achievements in civil service, medals of meritorious service shall be established." Bonaparte said while lighting his pipe. "Last year, scientists were rewarded."
Georgiana thought about that Easter service at Notre Dame, when Lanadu returned and the Spurs stomped the Notre Dame floor, bringing sparks along the way.
"I have not violated the constitution, so why should they control me?" He said in a very calm tone, "Versailles is just a public place now."
She remembered the note someone had posted on the door of the Tuileries Palace last Christmas: The silence of the people is resistance to the king.
"Do you know how many emperors there were after Commodus died?" Georgiana said, "There were 20 emperors who recognized him, and 30 emperors who proclaimed themselves emperors."
He sneered, "Do you know how many units France was once divided into? Thirty-seven thousand."
"That's really a starry sky," said Georgiana.
He raised his hand and pinched her nose, then blew out a smoke ring.
"Friendship is always a lie. What soldiers want is glory, dignity and rewards." He said in a heavy tone, "This is what we deserve."
Although no one would believe it, she always believed that Napoleon was an idealist, and this was his idealism.
"Severus didn't get the honor he deserved, and the people who fought for him were not like you." She smiled bitterly, "Those people think that since he is dead, they can't speak for themselves."
"What about you? Why don't you help him?" He looked at her and asked.
"He loves Lily, how can I fight for him?" She sighed helplessly, "His admirer?"
He didn't speak for a long time.
"He should actually be dead. There is a reporter. She wrote a book about him and made a lot of money. The book is called "Saint or Sinner"." She sneered. "Do you think he is a saint or a sinner?" "
"He is a wretch," said Bonaparte coldly.
"Like you, he doesn't believe in fate and thinks that he can live a different life through hard work." Georgiana took away the pipe in his hand. "When he was 16 years old, he was almost killed by two rich men's sons. .”
"How?" asked Bonaparte.
"Werewolf." She blew out a puff of smoke. She didn't like the smell of tobacco. "The woman he liked asked him to thank his enemy for saving his life, and also called him ungrateful."
Bonaparte signaled her to stop talking.
"I know those two boys. Their characters are not that bad, especially James. His behavior is sometimes a bit extreme, but he is still clear-headed on major issues of right and wrong. I can't understand it."
"Don't understand what?"
"Why can't she be with James in peace, love him, and cherish him."
"How do you know she doesn't cherish him?" Bonaparte looked at her with scrutinizing eyes.
Because she just understood the feeling of closing the door. Someone would do anything to let her open the door.
"I will not let you down, but I will not love you." She said coldly, "My sincerity has been trampled to pieces by you."
"I'll help you knead it, and it will be mine from now on." He said as if discussing.
She picked up the dictionary on the table and threw it at him.
He didn't hide, but his expression couldn't be called pleasant.
"Go back and treat Josephine well. If you don't want to be with her, divorce her." She said expressionlessly, "I hate people like you the most."
He laughed again.
"What are you laughing at?" she said coldly.
"You look like a fair judge," he quipped.
She glared at him.
"If I hadn't met someone like you, I would have died a long time ago." He said in a long tone.
She looked at him inexplicably.
"Someone proposes to build a police station on the Seine River like the British did. Do you have the guts to accept it?" he said suddenly.
Her mouth opened in surprise.
"Isn't that why you approached Bessières?"
"What does this have to do with Bessières?" asked Georgiana.
"Because Bessière's father-in-law is the director of the Seine River Fundraising Agency, and you let your maid approach him." Bonaparte said.
"I never thought about that!" she said immediately.
He looked at her with a sinister look.
"I swear, I really didn't have this idea." She raised her hands and swore.
"No one taught you?" he asked again.
"Don't you all know who I have come into contact with?" she said anxiously.
"Don't tell me this is all a coincidence."
"If I said this was fate, would you believe it?" Georgiana asked.
"Believe it, of course I believe it!" He laughed loudly after saying this, and his voice echoed in the study.
