Chapter 1211 "Beauty"

Since 1800, the Tuileries Palace and Malmaison Castle have been the seats of the French government. Although the Coup of Brumaire turned the votes of the previous senators into a joke, these lawyers are all proficient in law and useful talents.

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The parliamentarians elected through improper elections are responsible for legislation. Their office is at the Luxembourg Palace. Sometimes Napoleon also worked at the Luxembourg Palace.

Napoleon would not make the same mistake as Louis XVI. Pomona thought things were too simple before, thinking that if Marie Antoinette supported Louis XVI to stay, France would be a constitutional monarchy like the United Kingdom.

Napoleon bought Malemaison in the suburbs because, firstly, the place was large enough, and secondly, because he did not have to worry about the dense population in the center of Paris and he would not stay in the Tuileries Palace for a long time. In addition to Malemaison, he occasionally

I work in the Palace of Saint-Luc, which has been a royal vacation estate since the 16th century. Like the Palace of Versailles, it was designed by Lenolte. Everything is full of baroque luxury, and there is also a very large vineyard.

It was burned by the Prussians during the Franco-Prussian War in 1870, leaving the palace, which was originally named after the Louvre and Versailles, in ruins.

Pomona's current residence is here. From the map, it takes a short detour from the Luxembourg Palace via Saint-Luc, and then back to Malemaison. However, for a general who is campaigning across Europe, this distance is simply insignificant.

A piece of cake.

If in the garden of the Tuileries Palace you can see many literati wearing tuxedos and strolling politely with ladies, then almost all the people who appear in St. Luke's are soldiers wearing gold tassels. In this huge palace

In the palace, without a maid to lead the way, Pomona would accidentally break into the room of the officers who were having a secret meeting.

There is no place like a study here. Instead, there is a huge map of Europe placed in the place that used to be the ballroom. It is extremely detailed and has many flags on it. Each flag has the emblem of a country on it.

.It’s just that the place currently representing the sea is full of British and Spanish warships, and not a single sampan can be seen in the French fleet. The map of Egypt is almost blank except for coastal ports and a few large cities, and the proportions are also the same as those of hundreds of years ago.

The terrain of Egypt after that was very different.

Currently, this room is crowded with staff officers. They are holding wooden sticks and moving small flags like chess pieces on the map based on the latest intelligence received. The room next to the restaurant is a large office, and people are constantly coming and going.

out.

Pomona didn't intend to go in at all. The room was filled with all kinds of indescribable strange smells, but she saw an English newspaper on a mirrored sink at the door, and she took it over and flipped through it.

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The front page headline of the newspaper was that the British Prime Minister had changed. William Pitt Jr., the Prime Minister who had previously supported a tough approach to France, was replaced by Henry Addington, who supported a friendly approach to France. Pomona carefully recalled the history and suddenly remembered that she had participated in the change.

In what incident.

In 1802, France and Britain signed the Peace of Amiens. The treaty stipulated that Britain would withdraw its troops from Malta, Gibraltar and Egypt, hand over the jurisdiction to the Knights of St. John of Malta, and return Gibraltar to the Netherlands. At the same time, France would withdraw from Naples.

The Kingdom and the Papal States withdrew their troops.

If the Pope was involved, it was none of her business. After reading the newspaper, she wanted to throw it away. However, there were no trash cans in the palace like tourist attractions would have a few hundred years later. She searched for a long time without knowing it.

Where to throw the finished newspaper, Maria, the maid who followed her, took the newspaper.

"Are you going to have dinner, Mademoiselle?" Maria said in soft French.

After hearing Bonaparte's accented and weird-sounding French too much, and listening to Maria's voice, Pomona realized how suitable French is for speaking in love.

"No, thank you." Pomona said with a frown.

In Greek mythology, Hades, the god of the underworld, tricked Persephone into eating a pomegranate from the underworld, so she had to stay in the underworld for three months every year.

She was just a little hungry when she woke up, but the time had changed from winter to spring, and a person who hadn't eaten for several months wouldn't be just a little hungry.

She must leave here, so that others will not notice her abnormality and regard her as a monster who neither eats nor drinks.

Just when she was thinking about how to get rid of Maria and run away, a familiar smell stopped her in her tracks.

It was a stench, a bit like a dead body, but it was not masked by the smell of garlic. It was not as suffocating as Quirrell, which made people shy away from it even from a distance.

She sniffed the smell lingering in the air carefully like a dog, and then came to an empty room.

In other words, it is not empty. It should be Napoleon's office in Saint-Luc. There is a scent of spices in the air similar to that of the Tuileries Palace, but the sofas and tablecloths here are all green. At first glance,

From the looks of it, she thought she was in the Slytherin lounge.

There was a table placed against the large glass window, where the light was best. On it were two statues, one on the left and one on the right. A man wearing a black cloak and covering his face with a hood was lifting one of the sculptures.

As if looking for something.

"Come here~" Maria was about to shout when a flying knife hit her throat. She opened her eyes wide, covered her neck and slowly fell down, then lay motionless on the ground.

Pomona looked at the man in black.

"Good night, madam." The man in black said in French and took off his hood. Pomona immediately recognized that face.

"It's you." Pomona said to the death priest who was holding Lyle Meyer's face, "Why are you here?"

Lyle ignored her and continued to rummage in Napoleon's study.

Pomona raised her wand and pointed it at him, "Do you think I dare not do anything to you?"

"You are a white wizard. Since when did white wizards also kill people?"

"You are a Muggle too, why did you kill her?" Pomona said angrily.

"She's not really dead, and no one here is really alive," Lyle said.

"You mean, they are all shadows?" Pomona asked.

Lair paused and looked back at her.

"Who told you that?"

"A willful goddess." Pomona said helplessly, "Where exactly is this place?"

"Napoleon had an amazing memory, and his memory was like a palace. Before he determined to become a soldier, he tried to be a novelist, or a thinker like Rousseau." Lyle said, "Sometimes novelists invest a lot of energy in order to conceive a story.

He put a lot of energy into it, and then a world was formed. You can say this is his dream, or you can say it is the world of his thoughts."

Pomona suddenly realized something.

Both the Tuileries Palace and Saint Luke were burned down in the real world and do not exist.

"You mean, a place like Utopia?" Pomona asked.

"I prefer to use what modern psychologists call the subconscious mind or the unconscious to describe it. When people are exhausted in the real world, dreams can sometimes remind people that this world is also a platform for communication between gods and humans. If you don't realize it, you can't find it now.

To Napoleon?" Lyle said.

"Because he woke up from a dream." Pomona suddenly realized.

"Even if he wakes up, this world has not disappeared. It's just that when he enters this world next time, he himself doesn't know where he will be. He may not be able to meet you, or he may meet you by accident like this time.

you."

"How do you know?" Pomona asked.

"People here also whisper." Lyle pointed to his ear, "He wants to lock you in this place."

"This is so funny." Pomona put her hands on her hips grumpily.

"He is an energetic young soldier, and it is natural that he would be full of fantasies about women." Lyle said with a smile, "You are like his dream girl."

"Hahaha." Pomona laughed dryly, "This joke is not funny at all."

"Women's moral values ​​are completely different from men's. I know a Mademoiselle de Lanclos, who is regarded as an extraordinary figure in the social world. She despises women's morality and judges everything according to men's morality.

She is frank and is regarded as a loyal friend, but men just regard her as another man, and no one loves her as much as a woman." Lyle said, "The female community cannot accept her and laugh at her in private.

As a result, she was very lonely and finally died in depression. I think you should know that if nature arranges for you to live as a woman, you should be a woman instead of fantasizing about living in a man's world. This is not good for you.

Beneficial."

"You said this is all my imagination?"

"I'm telling you how to get back." Lyle raised his right hand as if holding something in his hand. "Wake up, madam, you've had enough sleep."

Pomona was motionless as if petrified. She heard a bell, and then she blinked again and found herself in the dark Louvre.

She was still standing in front of the painting of the Raft of Medusa, and Hathor was standing beside her.

She took a few deep breaths and covered her heart, as if she felt that she was still alive by feeling its beating.

"You wake up so quickly." Hathor said with some surprise, "Did I fail to hypnotize you?"

Pomona did not explain to her that she saw Lyle Meyer. In a sense, the priest saved her life.

"Since you can send my consciousness to the world over there, why don't you go yourself?" Pomona complained angrily.

"I prefer to be a fisherman than to be a bait." Hathor said, "In other words, I don't really remember what it feels like to be a human being. Although Bonaparte doesn't understand women, he is very sensitive. He will notice it.

Abnormal, this is why I need you."

"You..." Pomona regretted extremely, she should not have walked into the room where D'Andra's constellation board was stored.

"You are not the first woman I sent in. Others have failed. There are even some who were seduced by him and stayed in that world forever and became a member of his 'harem'." Hathor sighed, "The same goes for the lions.

Men who are polygamous can never change this problem."

"I haven't heard of anyone missing from the Louvre," Pomona said.

"Everyone who comes to the Louvre is a tourist. They come and go. Who knows when they left." Hathor sneered gracefully. "Just because you haven't heard about it doesn't mean it didn't happen. It's just that you don't know."

"I don't want to do it anymore!" Pomona yelled.

"Before your lover rescues you, you are my hostage. Have you heard that hostages have the right to make demands?" Hathor's face was cold, and his eyes began to shine, looking like two fireballs.

"He'd better hurry up. Bonaparte has shaken you, hasn't he, Georgiana?" Hathor smiled and took a sip of wine. "Your loyalty is not as unwavering as you think."
To be continued...