Venice had many private islets scattered across the Adriatic Sea like shattered diamonds. Severus and Felix appeared on one of them.
The person who had been painting inside the house sensed the disturbance. He glanced outside through the clear glass window, then rose to his feet.
Before long, Gianluca came out of the house. He seemed to have learned how to dress himself a little better and looked much more elegant, no longer as hip-hop as before.
"Do you remember who I am?" Severus asked the Muggle.
"Mr. Smith," Gianluca said somewhat arrogantly. "What can I do for you?"
"Are you a descendant of Venice's Dandolo family?" Severus asked.
"No," Gianluca said. "But I know a descendant of the Dandolo family."
"Who is Dandolo?" Felix asked.
"You'll know soon enough." Severus rubbed Felix's head, and the stubborn young man unhappily shoved his hand away.
"Choose one: officiate the wedding for Georgiana and me, or conduct Kléber's funeral." Napoleon Bonaparte spoke to Archbishop Caprara in a domineering tone.
"Hahaha, I am not like Father Barth, burdened by enormous debts," Archbishop Caprara said with a laugh.
They were strolling through Notre-Dame Cathedral as workers repaired the damage caused during the French Revolution.
"Then will you attend the groundbreaking ceremony?" Monsieur Bonaparte asked again.
"I think I can agree to that," Caprara said. "You are naming that canal after Saint Martin, and besides, I still have my duty to fulfill as Georgiana's guardian."
"You may bring a few more bishops," Bonaparte said. "There is plenty of room there, so there is no need to worry about the rooms being too small to accommodate everyone."
"I was entrusted by the Holy Father to come for the signing of the peace treaty. Those bandits who kidnapped me last time confused the two matters as