Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2242 Fierce Frenzy (2)

  On the west side of Thor Garden, facing the Atlantic Ocean is the Freya Courtyard, which Georgiana plans to rent out as a hotel. Even if this summer palace is small and relatively new, it still needs a lot of money to maintain it. The income of the hotel can be subsidized, and the key is to attract guests.

   She plans to build a billiards room, an indoor tennis hall, and a racetrack here. In addition to Las Vegas, the United States also has Atlantic City, where gambling is legal. Many European countries, such as Austria and France, think that gambling is illegal, but it is legal in Belgium. There are many casinos in Ostend, but they are very simple.

   Of course she does not plan to build a casino in the palace, but a new one next to the racetrack. Edgeworth's concept of designing the track, similar to snowshoes, increases the area and reduces the pressure so that it does not sink into the soft snow. The contact area of ​​the wagon wheels after adding wooden slats and tracks has also increased, but there are still many flaws in his design. There is a lot of water in the swamp, and the wooden slats will be soaked quickly, thus losing its off-road purpose. .

The canal from Bruges to Ostend is not yet frozen and is still passable. Once it freezes, it can only be passed by land. The thickness of the ice layer is not yet enough to drive a sleigh. Anyway, from May The road from Herron to Brussels has been fixed, and how to build other roads depends on how it is planned.

  The telegraph line has been built in Lille, it can be built down, and the road can be built along the telegraph line. Before radio became popular, gamblers listened to the game by telegraph.

   Freya's husband, Oder, is the **** of travel in Norse mythology. In Old Norse, his name means passion.

  Although she can't drive, she knows that the car needs to be set on fire, and the car can only be driven when the fire is lit.

   She remembered that many people in Venice had to wear masks to appear in public because of their gambling debts. Masks are not only worn on carnival days, but also in the daily life of Venetians.

  Napoleon banned them from wearing them every day, and even the number of masquerade parties was limited. It was very disappointing to meet such a person in a carnival, and there would be a lot less fun in life.

"Forgive me, one night when my hands and brain were captured by alcohol, writing such indecent words, I imagined that you landed on my chest like a tired bird, soft in my ear sigh, and..."

   "An unmarried girl shouldn't read such a poem." Georgiana warned Ferrier "burn it."

  Ferrier put away the love poem, but did not burn it as Georgiana said.

   "I don't want the First Reign to see it," Georgiana told her again.

   "Maybe you should let him see." Philip said with a smile, "You don't want to know how he'll react?"

   "I don't want to cause trouble," said Georgiana sternly.

   "It's easy to cause trouble if you don't show it to him. Do you like the person who wrote poems to you? That's why he kept the poems he wrote."

   "I made you burn it."

   "Oh~ you want to destroy the evidence." Fei Lier nodded suddenly, "Then I will give it to him even more."

  Georgianna went over the table to take away the poem that someone shoved in the crack of the door, but Ferrier predicted her reaction and ran away with the letter first.

   "Give it to me!" Georgiana warned.

   "No." Feilier said no big or small.

   "Margaret, grab her." Georgiana said to Margaret, who was watching the fun.

   Margaret did not dare to go forward, but stepped back to the side, indirectly giving Ferrier a way out.

  Georgianna wanted to show the majesty of the dean, but before her expression was sorted out, someone appeared at the door, and Ferrier almost bumped into him.

   "Princess, the master called you." Anbar said expressionlessly.

   "Understood, I'll go over right away." She said softly, then Anbar bowed and left, the brisk atmosphere from the moment he appeared disappeared, and the air became extremely dignified.

   "Madam, do you want me to accompany you?" Philip asked.

   "To give you an excuse to give him that letter?" Georgiana said angrily, put on her coat, and left the suite.

  Anbar led the way, he didn't say a word, unlike the servant last time, who would have nothing to say.

   He led Georgiana to the Medusa Room, where Bonaparte sat in a chair, looking out the window at the sea, looking very much like a retired old man.

   She walked over, Anbar withdrew himself, only the two of them and several plaster statues were left in the entire hall.

   He shifted his gaze towards the sea to her.

   "How do I look?" asked Bonaparte.

   "Sick and thin." She said calmly, "How are you feeling today?"

   "Much better." He beckoned to her, she walked over, and he let her sit on his lap. "How have you been chatting with Gregoire these two days?"

   "He's an interesting guy," said Georgiana.

   "Nothing else?" He stroked her back as softly as a cat.

  "You men's business..."

   "How's Christmas going?" he asked again.

   "We won't go back to Paris for Christmas?" she asked rhetorically.

   "If you want to go to Amsterdam, we'll have to go outside."

   "Then go back." She said without hesitation, "Christmas is a time for family reunion."

"And you?"

   She looked him in the eyes.

   "How about a Christmas party?" he said softly.

   "I know it's going to be lively, but I don't need strangers to accompany me," she said calmly.

   "Pauline is back, with Leclerc's body," said Bonaparte. "I don't want Delmid to have a sad Christmas."

  She didn't make a sound.

   "I'm going to mourning for him for a while, go to Rembrandt's cemetery for another chance."

   "No problem," she said without hesitation.

   "Fredland has quite a few works by Rembrandt, you..."

   "You told me you wouldn't take art again." Georgiana interrupted him.

   "You can get someone to buy it for you." He continued, "I'll pay for it."

   She understood that it was a "compensation", like those gems.

   "No need, I want to use that money to pay the commission of 'Plant Hunter'."

   He looked at her.

   "Is it a real plant, or is it in that book?"

   "It doesn't matter if the painting is not genuine, you can find an artist to copy it." Georgiana said.

   "Don't trouble yourself," said Bonaparte.

   "You too, why let an Irish MP be my guardian?" Georgiana asked rhetorically.

   "He is very interested in us, and he is very fond of inventions, and I just need him," said Bonaparte.

  Georgianna shook her head and said in the old general's tone, "Napolioni, you've become as cunning as a fox."

   He smiled and kissed her, and he could feel his body recovering, and it wouldn't be long before he recovered.

  It is estimated that the design of the fortress he designed should be almost completed by then. It is pentagonal, like the pentagram of Venus, and then they will set off for the next station.

   (end of this chapter)