Make France Great Again

May 22, 1848.

Jérôme Bonaparte, who had been sailing on the sea for 6 days in a sailboat, could no longer bear the damp, moldy, and stench-smelling environment in the cabin. He closed the book and got up and left the room.

Walk along the cabin corridor until you reach the end, and the stairs connecting the cabin and the plywood appear to the right at the end of the corridor.

Jérôme Bonaparte, who was holding a hard book in his left armpit, walked up to the plywood step by step, leaning on the wooden handrail of the stairs.

On the plywood, the captain in charge of dispatching the crew saw the "Golden Master" Jerome Bonaparte hurriedly ran up to him and greeted him warmly, "Dear guest, do you have any needs?"

"Mr. Captain!" Jerome Bonaparte, who was listening to the sea breeze rhythmically beating against the right side panel, who made the sound of the waves, swept away the haze that had accumulated in the cabin for a long time, and suddenly felt relaxed and happy: "I would like to ask, when will we arrive at the port of Civitavecchia, I can't wait to experience the customs of ancient Rome!"

Having said that, Jerome Bonaparte showed a slutty smile, whistled softly and added, "Of course there is also the tenderness of a Roman woman!"

Ugh! Another rambunctious aristocrat!

The captain looked at Jerome Bonaparte, who was a prostitute in front of him, with a mixture of envy and jealousy. With a regretful expression on his face, he said, "Guest, in fact, you should have gone to Rome two months ago! Now! Rome isn't very fun!"

"Huh?" Jerome Bonaparte asked in confusion, "Why do you say that?"

"The busiest time in Rome is on February 22 every year! The Carnival of Rome starts on that day, and only at that time can you see the enthusiasm of Rome!" The captain swallowed and showed a wretched smile on his face. Said: "Whenever the Roman Carnival begins, the residents of Rome wear masks to walk the streets of Rome! Resentful young boys and girls, hungry ladies will act at that time, people like you There must be no shortage of kisses.”

The captain's compliment did not make Jerome Bonaparte happy, but instead added a bit of doubt.

"Huh? Didn't the war on the Apennine Peninsula start long ago? Why are they still in the mood to continue the carnival?" Jerome Bonaparte asked in confusion.

"Guest!" the captain explained: "The progress of the war has nothing to do with Rome! Whoever comes to Rome must obey the rules of Rome! Because His Majesty the Pope is in Rome!"

The captain's natural expression made Jerome Bonaparte realize the "power" of the Holy See again.

The 18th and 19th centuries were the last highlight of the Holy See’s prestige in the secular world. The Pope, who has dual interpretation rights in the religious world and the secular world, has a higher prestige in Central Italy than Napoleon was in France, let alone outside the Papal State. The devout religious people even wished to go to the Holy Land to listen to the teachings.

"However, in Rome now..." The captain hesitated for a moment, then reorganized his language: "It seems to be more fanatical than before! However, I think there should be no problem with the prestige of His Majesty the Pope!"

Speaking of which, the captain's aura was obviously lacking, and the revolutionary fanaticism seemed to have begun to conflict with the Pope's authority.

"Dear Captain, I don't want to know what Rome will be like, I just want to know how long it will take us to reach the port of Civitavecchia!" Jerome Bonaparte asked again.

"Guest, we have passed the Strait of Gibraltar! It is now the Mediterranean area! We are expected to arrive in Civitavecchia tomorrow! I hope you are not in a hurry!" the captain said quickly.

"That's good!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded slightly, walked to the bow of the plywood and sat down to read the unfinished books.

The captain also continued to assign tasks to the crew.

The sky was getting dark, and Jerome Bonaparte looked at the sunset that was about to descend to the horizon from the stern. He got up and sighed, and he was going to return to the stench-smelling cabin.

Even though there were 10,000 reluctances in his heart, Jerome Bonaparte moved his body step by step and returned to the room from the stairs from the plywood.

It didn't take long for a sailor to knock on the door of Jerome Bonaparte's room. He placed a small piece of salted pork knuckle, a few slices of slightly darkened bread, and an orange on a tray and handed it over to Jerome. in the hands of M. Bonaparte.

This is Jerome Bonaparte's dinner.

"Have a nice meal! Sir!" The sailor respectfully closed the door and left.

Jerome Bonaparte enjoyed his last supper in bed with the help of a kerosene lamp hanging overhead, flickering and swinging back and forth.

Chewing the unbearable salted pork jerky, Jerome Bonaparte secretly swore in his heart: Before boarding the ship in the future, he must prepare the food on board in advance!

Jerome Bonaparte, who had hastily finished dinner, flipped through the books again~www.NovelMTL.com~until the kerosene lamp ran out of oil, Jerome Bonaparte closed his eyes and rested.

At dawn the next day, the sailboat finally arrived only three or four miles from the port of Civitavecchia. The wind gradually decreased as the distance approached, and the sailboat was forced to travel slowly.

At 9 a.m., the sailboat dropped anchor outside the port of Civitavecchia.

At half past nine, Jérôme Bonaparte was awakened from his dream by Captain Letty, and the two came to the plywood. Under the leadership of the sailor, Gerome Bonaparte and Letty arrived in a small boat. Land of the port of Vitavecchia.

The moment he stepped into the land of the Papal State, Jerome Bonaparte's heart was filled with pride, he clenched his fists and shouted in his heart, "Papal State, here I come!"

However, Jerome's journey is not over, he must arrive in Rome. Since the war was limited to northern Italy, the Papal State still maintained a well-established post, and Jerome Bonaparte and Letty rented a carriage to go to Rome.

Perhaps due to the influence of the Apennine war, the originally endless post road had only a few carriages. The carriages carrying the fourth-generation leader of the Bonaparte family galloped all the way along the spacious post road, from Civitavecchia to Rome. The 70-kilometer journey took less than six hours to reach the outskirts of Rome.

Looking at the hills that gradually emerged from the horizon and came into view, and the magnificent buildings on top of the hills, a happy smile appeared on Jerome's face.

"Your Highness, are we looking for a place to stay now!" Captain Letty asked Jerome Bonaparte.

"Of course!" Jerome Bonaparte responded without thinking.