Langweiye opened an iron box. There was a combination dial marked with letters on it, and he placed the golden bracelet inside.
"We thought this was the safest approach," Mr. Ribot explained.
Georgiana did not argue. She also felt that the French Ministry of Magic ought to establish a place similar to the Department of Mysteries, though not by digging beneath Whitehall, but in another city outside Paris.
"Can you tell us what you're thinking about?" Ribot asked.
Georgiana said nothing.
This department had to be entrusted to reliable people, to prevent anything like the Twin Cabinet from happening.
"You're thinking about work again, aren't you?" Ribot asked with a smile.
Georgiana had no answer.
"You should relax properly. Come on, let's continue deciphering it." Ribot led Georgiana back to the "warehouse" downstairs where the rubbings of the magic circle were kept.
"I want chocolate," she suddenly said.
"Wait a moment," Langweiye said. Then he called over an apprentice outside and sent him to buy the best chocolate in all of Paris.
The feeling of being able to be "willful" improved her mood considerably. She found a sofa and sat down, reclining comfortably against it before placing her legs on the sofa as well and relaxing completely—in short, sitting there blankly.
Langweiye returned just then. Seeing her utterly unladylike posture, he did not reprimand her.
"Would you like to find an artist to paint your portrait?" Langweiye asked with a smile.
"I have my own personal painter," Georgiana said proudly.
"Who is your painter?" Langweiye asked.
"You can ask the First Consul," Georgiana said with a mysterious smile. She was very curious what sort of story Napoleoni would invent to deceive people this time.
Langweiye smiled and shook his head.
"Because he's a great liar?" Georgiana asked.
"We asked him,