Chapter 3253 The King of Spice (9)

The information in the library is often lagging behind, but something is better than nothing. Georgiana found the director of the library and asked him to find all the information he could find, and she opened a copy of Caribbean Voyage in 1777. picture.

The naval base in Nassau controls the Florida Straits, the chokepoint from the Gulf of Mexico to the Atlantic Ocean.

It may be beautiful because the Spanish named it after "flower", but this body of water is home to a large number of cold-water coral reefs that do not serve as breakwaters.

If you don't go out to sea from the Strait of Florida, you have to go through the Strait of Yucatan, which is regarded as the dividing line between the Gulf of Mexico and the Caribbean Sea. In theory, you can't go out to sea from the Strait of Florida, but you can also go out through the channel of the Caribbean Sea.

But this is where tropical storms and cyclones form, and there are coral reefs on the seabed. The nearest outlet to the sea is in the Windward Strait, where the atmosphere is unstable all year round, and tropical storms can also adversely affect shipping.

Next are Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islands. Some of these islands belong to the United Kingdom, some to France, and then...

The curator had already found the information she wanted, and the one on top was the history of Trinidad and Tobago.

Before she could read it, a colonel walked in. He seemed frightened by the "mountain of books" in front of him.

"What's the matter with you?" Georgiana asked, thinking he was an officer looking for information.

"Are you Georgiana?" The colonel walked towards her and looked at her.

"Who are you?" She frowned.

"Jean-Toussaint Arrighi de Casanova, I am Napoleon's cousin, you can call me Arrighi." The colonel said with a smile, "I will be responsible for escorting you and Pauline this time."

She noticed a very conspicuous wound on his neck and his voice was hoarse.

"You want to ask this?" Arrighi touched the scar on his neck and said with a smile, "You must have heard that a bullet hit Napoleoni's hat in Acre, and that bullet later hit me. on the body."

She didn't find it funny, although Arrighi seemed to be joking.

"What are you doing?" Ariji asked, looking at the book in front of her.

"The book I read when I was looking for it." Georgiana put down the map in her hand.

Ariji looked at the "Mountain of Books" in horror.

"Looks like we're going to have to find a big ship," he muttered.

She couldn't believe that Arrighi was Bonaparte's cousin.

"Nice to meet you, Ariji," she said with a smile.

"Nice to meet you too, do you need any help?" Aliji said.

"Are you an artilleryman too?" Georgiana asked.

"No, I'm just a dragoon."

As soon as Arrighi finished speaking, Farron came in. He looked out of breath, as if he had been running.

It was indeed a bit embarrassing for an old man to be the "messenger". At this time, she glanced at Ariji, who stood there unaware, as if waiting for a good show to happen.

"You can sit down first," she said to Farron, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

"I...I heard you were looking for me...I'll be here right away." Farron said with difficulty.

"What did you tell the First Consul that night?" Georgiana asked Farron.

"I just gave him the letter you gave me and told him that the rose was picked from the house in Sèvres," Farron said.

She quickly connected the two things.

Bonaparte received the letter and the rose, thinking that the house was the location of the "date", but it turned out that no one was there. He angrily ran to Matilda's salon, thinking that Georgiana was also there.

"It's none of your business," Georgiana said to Farron.

"I'll take you out." Arrighi showed unusual enthusiasm. Maybe he wanted to get some "violent information" from Farong.

As long as Farron didn't open those letters, there was actually no hidden secret.

she thought.

The current perfume manufacturing process is to put several materials together in a still and a snake-shaped tube and distill them with alcohol. The taste that can be produced depends entirely on the "degree of combination of water and fire."

Marie Antoinette liked a single scent. Farron extracted the spices one by one using high temperature and high pressure. After they returned to normal temperature, they were combined in proportion, and then they added animal spices such as musk and ambergris to increase their flavor. smell. Marie Antoinette preferred strong perfumes and always wanted the concentration of alcohol to be as high as possible, so Farron could only distill and extract it multiple times to increase the concentration of alcohol, which would catch fire.

In fact, she shouldn't have replied to such a hot letter that day, even though the poem was copied from Shakespeare.

She took a piece of writing paper made of spices that she just bought today and started writing a reply.

I'm not fooling you with Shakespeare, but I can't write love poems. Since you wrote to me, I feel that I should respond.

As soon as she started writing, she felt how bad her writing was. She was just about to crumple it into a ball and throw it away, when the library staff came over with another pile of books.

After they put it down, Georgiana picked up a book about the Bahamas.

In the Bahamas, there is a monster named Lucas who lives in a bottomless "blue hole" on the seabed among the islands.

It had octopus-like tentacles and was as thick as an adult's arm. When an American ship landed in the Bahamas, the sea monster attacked them. Although the captain and other crew members tried their best, they still could not save the two people who were attacked.

The remains of a giant, rotting creature with gelatinous skin and a pink body were discovered off the coast of St. Augustine.

The Strait of Florida is the origin of the North Atlantic Warm Current, where warm water flows into the Atlantic Ocean at a rapid rate.

So she copied the story along with her lame love letter.

Wherever flowers bloom, danger lurks. Be careful, my lion.

After she finished writing it, she held it in her hand and looked at it. Now she didn't feel numb when she saw the nickname.

Then she picked up the wand and left the print of her badge on the fragrant paper, and the pattern of bear paw flowers on the four sides. The plain white paper suddenly looked gorgeous.

This kind of grass pattern was actually very common in ancient Greece and Rome. According to legend, the ancient Greek artist Callimachus once saw a little girl leaving a flower basket on a grave. The leaves of the bear's palm were growing vigorously in the basket, so he painted this flower. A swirling, serrated leaf adorns the capital of the column that bears his name.

By the time she folded the letter and sealed it with wax, Aliji had returned.

"Can you please give this letter to your cousin?" Georgiana said to Arrighi.

"Of course." Arrighi took the letter and left as if he was participating in some interesting game.

After he left, Georgiana looked down at the materials again, and suddenly she lost her mood, so she really started sorting out which books to take away, and read them on the way.

Then she thought that Polina probably wouldn't like reading, and she was originally going to take Polina to relax.

Hopefully Katharina and Polina will hit it off.

Georgiana thought irresponsibly and continued to organize the books.