For people of Bougainville's age, learning new things is already a bit difficult and they are not as quick to accept as young people.

However, Captain Cook learned planimeter surveying during the Seven Years' War, which led to him displaying a talent for surveying and cartography during the Siege of Quebec, where he was responsible for mapping much of the St. Lawrence River during the Siege of Quebec. , so that the British Army could subsequently launch a surprise attack on the Plains of Abraham.

After the Seven Years' War, Captain Cook continued working as a marine surveyor in Newfoundland, producing maps of the island's jagged coast.

There is a "coastline paradox" in the fields of mathematics and cartography. For example, if a person tries to measure the length of a coastline or the land border between two countries, he will find that the measured value will depend on the scale of the measuring tool used. As the length of the measuring tape decreases, the measurement becomes increasingly sensitive to small bending wobbles in the boundary. Theoretically when the length of the ruler is close to zero, the measured length of the coastline will be close to infinity.

Lines are one-dimensional and planes are two-dimensional, and because the coastline twists and turns at different scales, it slightly fills in part of the surface, causing its dimensions to be somewhere between a line and a plane.

Of course, in reality it is impossible for people to use infinitely small measuring rulers, but this "paradox" embodies a "fractional dimension."

In her dazed state, thinking about such things seemed fruitless, and Georgiana drew like drawings the words on the scroll she had "seen" in her dream, even though she did not recognize the hieroglyphs.

During the Battle of Hogwarts, the magic to protect the school was fully activated. A transparent protective shield appeared in the sky, just like the hieroglyphs she drew. A circle appeared around a person. When the spell was finished, The "protective shield" disappears.

She didn't quite understand the principle of the spell that eliminated the Pharaoh's protective magic, because Voldemort used the Elder Wand and his own magic to forcefully destroy the protective shield. It was like bombarding a city wall with a trebuchet, but the "wall" was blown open. After opening an opening, although the siege party can pour in through that opening, other parts of the city wall are not damaged and can still play a certain defensive role, but the defensive magic completely disappears, like soap bubbles.

Napoleon's hollow formation sounds very surreal. How could two rows of infantry defend against the tsunami-like Mamluk cavalry?

Similarly, as long as there is a breach in one of the four directions and it is not repaired in time, the hollow array will burst like a soap bubble.

All this seems to be compiled, and Bonaparte liked to make up stories.

After drawing the last symbol, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason why the pharaoh implemented the polygamy system was to get more heirs. If the main wife did not give him a crown prince, he would choose one from the side chambers, and this would often lead to bloody palace struggles, which would be as harmful as There is no heir.

For example, the War of Spanish Succession did not take place in Spain, but palace struggles often took place in the core areas. Perhaps the front line had not been defeated by foreign enemies, but the rear was in chaos.

She disapproved of using the method of raising poison to cultivate heirs... Napoleon was one of the few monarchs in his era who would be under artillery fire. The range of the cannon was enough to cover his camp. The dangers of war were equal, including death. Danger calms people down.

But this time he did not come to the front line, although he wrote in a letter that he was in good health and could ride a horse and fight.

At this time, she heard the sound of footsteps, but it was not the sound of boots. After a while, Bertin appeared.

"Madam, look at this," Bertin said cheerfully, holding a piece of cloth in her hand.

She didn't think three o'clock in the morning was the right time to talk about fashion, but the piece of material caught Georgiana's attention.

"What is this?" asked Georgiana.

"This is a blend of silk thread and cotton. Doesn't it look good?" Bertin said.

Maybe she didn't pay too much attention to fashion, and she didn't feel that this was much different from ordinary silk, whether it was luster or feel.

"This was invented by the Piedmontese. Didn't they transport all the silk threads to Lyon a while ago?" Bertin lowered his voice and said, "They mixed cotton into the silk threads."

Is it adulteration?

She smiled jokingly, but before she could tell Bertin, there were footsteps outside the door again, and this time it was Rabastan Lestrange.

"Should I say good morning or good evening, ma'am?" Lestrange asked with a smile.

She glanced at Bertin, who left the room with the materials.

"Are there enough men left in Paris?" asked Georgiana.

"Of course," said Lestrange.

She considered whether to tell him the "ghost story" Bonaparte told in the letter, maybe he had made it up again.

In fact, she should have called Luigi to confirm before calling Lestrange, instead of "drawing signs" here.

"I want to ensure the safety of the First Consul." Georgiana said dryly. "The wizard needs to protect the leader."

"That's the rule of the British, but we don't have a king here." Lestrange said, "Or does the First Consul want to be king?"

"No matter what, he is the leader now, it makes no difference whether he is a king or a citizen." Georgiana said.

"Of course there is a difference. Who would curse an insignificant person." Lestrange smiled sarcastically. "And when it comes to threats, I don't think anyone can cause more harm than your husband."

She was stunned for a moment.

"The burning granary is the one that now needs iron bars to cover the roof. The food in it was destroyed by Mr. Smith. In order to cover up the loss, the fire could only be faked and Uffral was sent out. So I think if you really care about the First Consul, you should be careful about Mr. Smith."

Her mind went blank.

"You have brought us both good and bad at the same time, Georgiana, so that we have to think about which is more good or more bad. I know you want to go back to Paris now..."

"I didn't say I was going back to Paris!" Georgiana interrupted Rabastan.

"Patience," Rabastan said calmly. "Sometimes the storm is so strong that you have no choice but to furl your sails. Power is like magic. Too many people want a piece of it, but most don't deserve it." ”

"Magic only blooms in a few people." Georgiana stared into Rabastan's eyes. "It's not that they don't deserve it."

"Of course you can say that." Rabastan said with a smile, "Have you finished what you want to explain?"

She looked at Rabastan's attitude and wanted to teach him a lesson...

"Let everyone drink some good wine tomorrow," said Georgiana.

"Where?" Rabastan asked.

"The Chiconyara wine cellar," said Georgiana. "Let's search that place by the way."

"What are you searching for?"

She then remembered the room filled with only "head pictures".

"Secret?" Rabastan asked.

"I'll tell you tomorrow after dawn." Georgiana said tiredly. "Now I want to rest."

Rabastan looked at her suspiciously, but said nothing and left the room.

After he left, Bertin appeared at the door again.

"Come in," Georgiana said to Bertin, even though she just wanted to sleep now, and the fabric in Bertin's hand looked very suitable for a quilt.

Italy is really much hotter than Scotland and Paris. I hope she can adapt to the environment here. After all, if it's too cold, she can light a roaring fire to keep warm. If it's too hot, she has to find another way.