Chapter 1253 The Great Good Man

Pomona did not go to live at the Grand Tria Palace.

Although everything that was supposed to happen happened, she still did not plan to live in that place. She now lives in a manor near Versailles and hangs out with a group of rural women all day long.

They were very enthusiastic and never allowed her to do tasks that required strength. Pomona always recalled the feeling of having a magic wand, and they would be shocked if they saw the strength that prepared her.

She herself didn't know what was going on. If she wanted to compete with Muggles intellectually, then she would have to learn Muggle mind control methods.

There is a kind of person who has a magical temperament that makes people want to be convinced and surrender. Napoleon is this kind of person. She didn't know what she was thinking at the time, but she didn't take advantage of the Purifiers to chase Severus.

He ran away when the time came, but instead stood in the conference room, waiting for them to put shackles on his feet.

Tobias made rules for Irene and she was not allowed to use magic wands. Napoleon didn't have one, so of course she could use magic to resist him.

She was mentally disarmed, which was more serious than the actual disarming. Fortunately, she was not the kind of woman who had to hold the other party responsible after sleeping with her once.

His curiosity was satisfied. In fact, she wasn't any longer than other women. She was a monster instead.

She is just an ordinary woman. There is no need to be so obsessed with her. It is really an exaggeration to be fascinated by her.

She kindly invited him for a picnic, but it ended up like this, which was really chilling. She originally wanted to talk to him about other topics.

Even war.

If someone besieged Paris like his nephew Napoleon III, what methods would he use to defend the city?

As a result, he ruined everything himself.

People with such a good temper like her were so angry that they didn't want to talk to him, let alone other people. People can't be healthy and strong all the time. The reason why she wrote back that day was because of the weakness expressed in his letter.

She had let down her guard against people in uniform. If someone else had come instead of Napoleon's people, she would have been abducted and taken to where she didn't know.

He made the law himself, and women need to be accompanied by guardians, but he didn't abide by it. He seemed to be a very decent person before, so she thought he could be trusted, but she was completely wrong.

twice.

She kept this account in her mind and was ready to ask for it back at any time.

Because of her anger, she packed up the bandages to dry with much more force. She tied the bandages in a mess, as if she were tying them to the body of the Corsican dwarf and mummifying him!

She was getting angry, and after a long time she heard the sound of horse hooves approaching.

Now she has post-traumatic stress disorder after hearing this voice, but later she thought that in this century people relied on horse-drawn carriages to travel, and sooner or later she would have to adapt.

So she went with the other servants to see who the car was carrying.

After the car stopped, a "Bourbon nobleman" stepped out. Except for the fact that his face was not powdered, everything was the same as in the old days. The servants could not help but whisper.

Pomona looked at the terrible aristocratic etiquette. He looked like he was carrying an invisible vat.

After his feet landed, he began to search among the crowd, and finally set his sights on Pomona.

He staggered up to Pomona, took off his hat, performed a courtly etiquette, and then put it back on.

"You must be Miss Georgiana," the Bourbon noble said in a pretentious tone like Lucius Malfoy.

"That's right." She replied with her lips curled up.

"I am citizen La Rochefoucauld Lyoncourt, president of the Paris Charity Society. It is an honor to meet you, distinguished lady, your beauty..."

"What do you want?" Pomona interrupted before the other party started to talk.

"I have been entrusted by the First Consul to become your guardian from today on." The Bourbon nobleman took out a commission from his coat pocket and handed it to her.

She didn't answer, and now she felt hatred for everything she heard related to someone. She went to the warehouse holding the bandage that smelled of medicine.

"At the same time, I am also the director of the medicinal plant." The Bourbon noble said from behind Pomona, "I heard that you are short of medicinal materials here."

"Are you still giving it to me for free?"

"Of course...yes." The Bourbon noble paused deliberately and said.

Then he seemed to have discovered something new. He walked up to Pomona on tiptoes, reached out and scratched behind her ear, and a white rose appeared in his hand.

"I think it belongs to you, my beautiful and noble lady." The Bourbon nobleman used a lame little magic trick to make her smile, and she finally accepted the white rose he gave her.

"this……"

"Leoncourt." The Bourbon noble introduced himself again, "Do you think I can be your guardian?"

Pomona didn't know what to say.

"I don't want to scare you," she said to Leoncourt. "The one I most desperately want to defend against is the First Consul."

Leoncour glanced at the villagers behind him, and then looked at Pomona at a strange angle.

"How about taking a walk with me?"

"No problem, just wait a minute, I've put the things away." She said happily, holding the messy bandages and throwing them to the warehouse manager who dozed off during work hours again.

She hasn't had time to plow the land in the manor, and she doesn't plan to turn such beautiful lawns into fields. There are a lot of soft grass in Hogwarts Castle, where students can lie on them and bask in the sun during their spare time.

It would be very comfortable, so she left the grass even though it wasn't practical.

Even though she didn't ask for it, someone still took care of the lawn, and the air was filled with the smell of grass juice, which was a bit pungent, but not unpleasant.

"Miss Georgiana, the First Consul asked me to give you..."

"I don't need anything," she said tiredly. "How many more times do I have to say this?"

From that day on, three waves of "envoys" came, all asking her if she was comfortable at the manor and if she needed anything.

"He wanted me to tell you, 'I'm sorry'." Leon Cole said, "Please forgive his impulsiveness. Also, I want to ask you what you need, not in terms of daily life, but in medicine."

"What did he tell you?" Pomona said with her hands on her waist like an angry teapot.

"I saw a young man regretting something he did without thinking. Are you willing to forgive him?"

"I thought he had other things to be busy with," she said with a sneer.

"We are currently encountering a major incident. Several of our granaries have been poisoned." Leoncour said seriously, "Don't tell anyone, it will cause panic."

Pomona looked horrified.

"Please don't worry, there are other grain stocks in Paris, and the First Consul is negotiating with financiers to allocate grain. What we need to do now is to ensure that the plague will not spread among the population."

She had a strange intuition that it was Severus who did this. No matter how crazy the Royalists were, they would never poison a granary, and even if they were so heartless, they wouldn't know how to poison a granary.

All the food was so contaminated that it was inedible. It was not until 300 years later that the cause of the Salem Witch Trials was known to be ergot.

"You... do you know what kind of poison was thrown into the granary?" Pomona asked.

"I'm not sure if that's poisoning, it's just doing what the seeds are supposed to do," Leoncourt said. "They all sprouted."

Pomona blinked.

The "food" that humans eat is actually wheat and rice seeds. If they encounter suitable environments such as water and soil, they will sprout. Therefore, the granary needs to be dry and away from the ground. It is impossible for them to sprout suddenly on their own anyway.

"Someone is wreaking havoc. We need the First Consul to use a clear head. Do you understand what I mean? Miss Georgiana." Leon Cole looked at her strangely. "My family and I cannot afford another revolution."

We have spent all our wealth on charity just to save our lives. As long as money can solve the problem, it is not a problem."
Chapter completed!