Chapter 400 Père Lachaise Cemetery
On the other side of the city, in the early morning at Père Lachaise Cemetery, the moonlight shines on the ancient tombstones, creating a quiet and mysterious scene.
There was silence all around, with only the breeze blowing gently, bringing a hint of coolness. The shadows of the trees in the distance were swaying, as if telling stories of the past.
This is the largest cemetery in Paris, located in the 20th arrondissement of Paris, covering an area of approximately 44 hectares.
It is not only a famous cemetery, but also a major attraction in Paris because it is the burial place of many historical celebrities.
Originally the luxurious villa of Jesuit Lachaise, Louis XIV's confessor, it was later converted into a cemetery by Napoleon Bonaparte in 1804.
The cemetery is divided into 97 graves and has buried millions of people. Many famous French and international figures are buried here, such as composer Chopin, writer Balzac, Oscar Wilde, etc.
Of course, the tomb of the most important wizard, the Lestrange family, is also located in this cemetery.
However, unlike other famous figures, he was not buried in the most conspicuous position in the cemetery, but was located at the bottom of the entire cemetery.
Karl, or "Theodora Grindelwald", was standing quietly on the high ground outside the cemetery.
Looking down at the entire cemetery, tombstones stand quietly in the cemetery, engraved with the names and life stories of the deceased.
These tombstones have witnessed the ups and downs of countless lives and carry people's thoughts and memories for their loved ones.
In this peaceful land, time seems to have stopped, making people feel a tranquility that transcends the world.
The surrounding scenery is also exceptionally beautiful.
The stars in the early morning sky twinkled faintly, adding a romantic atmosphere to the quiet cemetery.
Occasionally a bird that had woken up early would fly by, chirping sadly, breaking the tranquility.
“A grave is a place to bury the past, but it can also be a place for the living to start anew.”
Carl felt a little emotional and wanted to show off.
As soon as he finished speaking, a discordant voice sounded beside him.
"Do we have to choose this location? It always feels chilly here. I'm almost catching a cold."
"Besides, can't we come at noon or in the afternoon? It's really embarrassing to get up before daybreak."
Cedric, or "Ludwig von Eisenstein," muttered quietly while wearing a gorgeous black Saint uniform and a golden mask.
Carl, whose atmosphere was interrupted, turned around and stared at the other party with anger on his face. If it weren't for the undisguised Kevin Lestrange standing next to him.
He really wanted to kick this guy down and teach him a lesson on the art of disguise.
Besides, what does catching a cold have to do with this place? It's just that I was throwing a tantrum and had to run to the tower to roast sweet potatoes.
Doing this in a high altitude area in winter, you'd be lucky if you weren't frozen silly.
Cedric, who was glared at fiercely, quickly shut up and lowered his head, while saying with some resentment in his heart.
"Why blame me? If you hadn't liked to snatch the quilt when you sleep and completely took away my coat, I wouldn't have caught a cold."
"What a domineering guy, totally unreasonable."
While Cedric kept blaming Carl in his heart, Kevin Lestrange, who had been standing beside him, was staring at him.
The more he looked at the guy in front of him, the more he felt that he was exactly like someone he hated.
Although under the blessing of the two magical masks and coats, I couldn't see the other person's figure and appearance features.
But the disgusting aura and stupidity that this guy exudes are exactly the same.
If there weren't a group of people watching behind him, he would have taken the mask off this guy's face today.
Take a look at what the other person looks like. How can there be such a similar and annoying guy?
In addition to the trio standing in front, there was a large group of saints following behind Karl, led by Mr. Friedrich von Strauss.
This handsome old man was wearing an elegant ball tuxedo, a fashionable jewel brooch and a monocle.
He also silently gazed at the cemetery at the foot of the mountain, his thoughts flying, and he spoke with emotion.
“Sometimes, the empty and lonely feeling that is unique to cemeteries is not entirely sad.”
"Here, people can put aside worldly troubles and think quietly about the meaning of life."
“All the laughter and tears we once had have gone with the wind and turned into eternal memories, but we still have to move forward and cherish every moment.”
"I always thought that the next time I came back to this place, it would be for my funeral. I never thought that I could come back here alive again."
After saying this, the somewhat awkward atmosphere was brought back to a climax.
Be it Carl, Cedric, or Kevin Lestrange, they all put away their previous little emotions and became serious again.
A group of people dressed in the uniform black Saints uniform, just like the fascist stormtroopers that Mussolini prepared to march into Rome and seize power more than half a century ago.
Standing on this small hillside, gazing at the cemetery below the mountain and the city in the distance.
It was as if they only needed a signal to rush into the city and burn it to ashes.
Finally, the signal came, and there was still no movement of air. Mr. Leon Wang appeared in front of Carl silently.
He knelt on one knee and said respectfully.
"My dear madam, I have brought you some very bad news."
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the entire saint team immediately became tense, and many people already held their wands in their hands.
Just waiting for Carl's order, they would plunge into the battle.
Karl's expression remained calm, and he nodded slowly.
"It seems that the French Ministry of Magic still has some spirit. I initially thought that they would most likely only ask the International Confederation of Wizards for help."
"Or write a letter to Dumbledore across the sea, but at least he should send some people over to negotiate with us."
"But I never thought they would be so tough and choose to confront us directly."
Having said that, Carl turned around and prepared to give orders to the saints behind him. After all, his strategic goal was to cause chaos in the entire European magical world.
This will help his other identity's plan to be carried out smoothly, and he doesn't really care about the process and means.
It just takes a little more time to explain to the old bee.
But just as he was about to give the order, Mr. Leon Wang behind him seemed to have made some important decision.
Suddenly he stopped loudly.
"That's not the case, Madam. You may have misunderstood me. The French Ministry of Magic has no intention of resisting directly."
"But they have not agreed to negotiate, they want to surrender directly."
"What did you say????"
