He couldn't help but think of those banquets in French history, which were serious banquets. The nobles ate and vomited in the palace. When they couldn't hold it anymore, they picked their throats and vomited all over the floor, then went back to eat again...
..Okay, it’s a bit disgusting.
The main reason is that the war is now tense, and there is a shortage of both manpower, raw materials, and finances. Therefore, the food for this social occasion was not well arranged.
"Haha, I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered that I have heard about your deeds in school. You were the only one who dared to oppose the instructor in public. You are so brave."
After finishing another piece of cake, Sabrina took another sip of red wine to help her swallow, wiped her mouth, and her eyes were full of curiosity.
I don't know if it was because of drinking, but the girl's pink cheeks were slightly red. As she tilted her head, her blond hair swayed cutely in front of her shoulders. Her pretty face was full of curiosity.
Bonaparte was stunned for a moment, that was not a decent experience, and it was estimated that what the girl heard would not be a good thing.
"I just did what I felt was right."
Sabrina folded her hands and shrugged her shoulders, a shy dimple appeared on her lips:
"Sorry, I was a little too curious."
"curious?"
He looked at the innocent girl, and she did have an air of ignorance about the world.
Sabrina asked sheepishly: "It is said that you are from Corsica? What kind of place is that?"
This was the first time someone asked him about the customs of his hometown. Although he was despised as a remote country, he was indeed right.
"Um......"
Bonaparte pondered for a while, recalling his hometown.
"There's a rough sea out there."
"The sea? What kind?"
There is no ocean in north-central France. Although there is the world-famous Seine River, it is not as majestic as the ocean. Sabrina couldn't help but straighten her posture, and her questions were full of surprise.
Bonaparte couldn't help but smile:
"Is it an endless blue or a boiling blue? The waves will jump several meters high on their own initiative, roaring like wild beasts, and like a symphony. The soft water spray can break rocks, which contains incomparable power."
After all, Bonaparte, who was used to seeing the sea, did not have so many emotions and memories. The salty wind blowing into his face at the seaside was not a good taste, but the smell of boiled barnacles was quite good.
"There are many rocks on the seaside of Corsica, each with strange shapes, and some form caves, which were eroded by the sea water. Some can accommodate several people. When I was a child, I often used a cave as a place to play.
Inside, I can listen to the noise of the sea breeze and read a book..."
"Uh, sorry, I told you boring things."
Bonaparte couldn't help laughing at himself, cave? This canary probably couldn't imagine his experience.
Sabrina shook her head silently, her eyes showing her longing for the romantic coast.
"That's great, I really want to see it..."
"Not as good as you think."
Corsica has the most rolling hills, and even the traditional buildings are stone houses, and the development of various regions on the coastal plain is very uneven. Only the eastern coast is an actively populated settlement, and other areas are almost deserted, and it is occupied by France.
After that, the civil unrest never subsided.
Bonaparte sighed secretly, he was still brooding over the surrender to France.