Giuseppe nodded again: "Yes, that painting is currently in the San Lorenzo Temple. If you like..."
Napoleon, after listing eight or nine top-tier artworks and receiving Giuseppe's promise to "give" them, finally brightened into a broad smile, raising his glass to signal to the Milanese nobles: "To the brave French soldiers!"
The crowd quickly followed suit, standing up with raised glasses, saying in unison: "To the brave French soldiers!"
Suddenly, Napoleon seemed to think of something and raised his voice even higher: "To the great King! To the 'Son of Divine Favor'!"
The more than a hundred nobles in the hall echoed his words and then drank from their glasses.
Once Napoleon was seated, a noble with a face marked by pits and scars leaned slightly toward him in flattery and said: "Colonel Buonaparte, I suspect you undoubtedly carry Italian blood, which makes Milan destined to be liberated by you!"
Napoleon frowned slightly: "Italian blood? Why do you say that?"
