Chapter 3249 The King of Spice (5)
There is a novel about perfume written like this:
People can close their eyes before the great, the terrible, the beautiful, and turn a deaf ear to beautiful melodies or beguiling words, but they cannot get rid of the smell. It enters people's bodies with their breath and they cannot resist it if they are to survive.
The first thing Farron did after returning to Paris was to tidy up his former studio, which is located on the opposite bank of the Louvre, just after passing the Pont des Arts.
When Georgiana came to this area in Julien Houvlar's carriage, she found that there were galleries, art schools, craftsmen, and not far away were the Mazarin Library and the French Academy.
"He really knows how to choose a place." Georgiana sighed sincerely, even she wanted to have her own studio in this place.
As the queen's perfume supplier, Farron's perfume shop was not located in the most prosperous place, but close to the Royal Academy of Architecture.
Since Louis XIV, the French royal family has paid special attention to architecture, Baroque, Rococo, Neoclassicism, etc., but the real design school was founded in 1766, and Farron’s studio is next to the School of Architecture. The wall looks particularly inconspicuous.
After walking in, I discovered that there was a yard behind the store. After going around it, I could reach the school. There was a strong poplar tree planted in it.
There is a sense of tranquility here. There is a bungalow opposite the poplar tree. The door is open. Georgiana walked in and found two apprentices working inside.
They seemed shocked to have a visitor, stopping what they were doing and looking directly at her.
"Is your teacher here?" Julian asked.
"Well, he's out." One of the apprentices said blankly.
"Where have you been and how soon will you be back?" Julian asked.
"Who are you?" Another apprentice, a little smarter, asked the two of them warily.
"This is Madame Sèvre." Julian introduced.
The young man who was sitting and writing stood up, and the man holding experimental equipment also put down what he was holding.
"Monsieur Farron has gone to see our father," said one of the apprentices.
"Your father?" Georgiana asked subconsciously.
"My name is Michel Montgolfier, he is my brother Joseph, and our father is the Montgolfier brother who flew the hot air balloon." Michelle said.
"What are you doing here?" Julian asked.
"We learned crafts here, and we invented a scented paper," Joseph said.
"Wouldn't it be nice to spray perfume on the paper?" Matilda said at the door.
"That's different, look." Michelle picked up a piece of paper from the table and wanted to hand it to Georgiana.
But Julian Ouvral took it and examined it before handing it to Georgiana.
This is indeed a kind of scented paper, but it is different from the paper after spraying perfume.
"What is it made of?" asked Georgiana.
"Ethanol," Michelle said blankly.
"You just told me your business secrets so easily?" she asked with a smile.
Michelle was stunned for two seconds before answering.
"The most difficult thing is to fix the fragrance on the paper. The perfume that is sprayed on it evaporates quickly. The smell that is present at the time of manufacture will not dissipate for a long time." Michelle answered.
She is very interested in this kind of paper with special craftsmanship, especially because she wants to be "anti-counterfeiting".
"How many such papers do you have?" asked Georgiana.
"How much do you want?" Michelle asked.
"I want them all," said Georgiana. "Send them to the Botanical Garden, and tell your teacher to come to me as soon as he comes back."
Then Georgiana left with Julian, although she wanted to hang out.
Bonaparte's expression was very strange that night, as if he was suspecting something?
She felt that it was necessary to find out what happened, so she came to Farron who was the messenger.
After getting on the carriage, they went to the British Embassy. She picked up a book that Julian had given her, about the Eastern Mediterranean civilization of the Late Bronze Age, called Anatolia.
"Are you nervous?" Julian asked.
"Kind of." Georgiana put down the book.
"Don't be nervous, just follow what we rehearsed before." Julian said softly.
In fact, her mood was more complicated than nervous.
She opened the book, and there was a crease on one of the pages. This was a mark specially made to make it easier for someone to find that page if they were to look through it.
She felt that this was not poetic enough. It would be nice if she could put a leaf. It would be more suitable to use leaves as bookmarks.
"What are you thinking about?" Julian asked.
I'm thinking about Louis XVI and what he said in the Tuileries Palace, that royal power will not last until the leaves fall.
The leaves fell very early that year.
"Do you think Talleyrand has lost his mind?" Georgiana closed the book.
"Why are you so dizzy?" Julian asked.
She really didn't know what to say for a moment, because Talleyrand also reminded her that this transaction was not ordinary goods.
"He told me that no public official can directly receive direct remuneration from users of public services, but with his meager salary, he cannot afford to pay the salary of his agent. Can this be used as a reason for his corruption?" Georgiana Ask Julian.
"Has he harmed the national interest?" Julian asked.
"What?" Georgiana asked in surprise.
"Do you still remember the diplomat Theresa I told you about last time?" Julian said.
"Remember."
"The definition set by Parliament is that the duty of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is to protect national interests from infringement abroad. Even if Mr. Talleyrand uses inside information to buy and sell securities, it cannot change a certain fact. If he violates the national interests that should be pursued, He is the one who needs to be punished." Julian said, "As you told me, when Greece decided to attack Troy, there was no commensurable justice between the two. At this time, we can only choose what is beneficial to ourselves."
"I find this very difficult to accept," Georgiana said.
"That's why he needs to be as thick-skinned as a city wall to protect against artillery shells." Julian said jokingly.
Matilda burst out laughing, and Georgiana shook her head and laughed too.
Both Talleyrand and Sieyes attended seminary, but they were completely different types of people.
"I remember Talleyrand's alma mater is nearby, isn't it?" Georgiana asked Julian.
"Indeed."
"I want to go there and see it."
"Go next time and complete your task first." Julian said.
She looked at the book in her hand and felt as if her soul was falling into the abyss again.
After a while, she arrived at the entrance of the "theater", but she refused to get out of the car.
It's as if there is a power saying, it's not too late for you to regret now.
The marked page of the book in her hand was about the extradition provisions of a kingdom called the Hittite Kingdom. Since this country often launched conquest wars, the Hittite king needed to spend extra energy to deal with the extradition issue.
Sometimes he needs to sign an extradition agreement...
"You go ahead," Julian Ouvral said, pointing at Matilda.
Matilda glanced at Georgiana, took the book away from her and got out of the car.
Georgiana looked at Matilda's leaving back and thought to herself.
If the power gap between two countries is not large, out of self-interest considerations, mutual exchange is generally carried out rather than unilateral extradition, unless it is a relationship like "father" and "son". For example, when the Hittite king was unwilling to extradite a fugitive to a certain country, the minister would say, "It is not allowed for the king to return fugitives."
But there were also special cases. Craftsmen who did not complete their scheduled work were often put on the extradition list by the Hittite king.
Not all work will be completed, such as the giant engravings of David and Denon, and Leonardo da Vinci have unfinished works. Are they guilty?
A new writ of habeas corpus requires a surety, not a surety bond, or a surety bond.
If you haven't handed over a guarantee, you'd better hand it in quickly, otherwise you will be "legally deported" like Pishgru.
She knew all the plot, but got cold feet.
She and Julian had been waiting at the door for Matilda to come out, and soon she appeared.
"Madam, Mr. Ambassador wants to see you." Matilda said.
"Have you said everything you need to say?" Julian asked.
Matilda nodded.
"Go ahead," Julian said to Georgiana after thinking about it.
So she got out of the car and walked into the consulate with Matilda.
