Eagle’s Glory

As Aegron had hoped, over the next few days, his body slowly began to recover. The speed of recovery is so fast, on the one hand, because of his physical fitness after years of exercise; on the other hand, it is definitely due to the careful care of Chanel.

Because he regarded Aegron as the most reliant object of the monarch and revenge, Chanel took care of him very enthusiastically, and stayed by his side almost all the time, lest he have another problem.

And since he was able to get out of bed, Aegron has not stayed in the room any longer, and has run out from time to time, lingering in the buildings and gardens of Schönbrunn Palace.

This morning, he took Chanel together again, wandering in the shade of the botanical garden.

It was already the beginning of July, when the midsummer was coming. Even in the morning, it was a little hot, but because they were in the botanical garden with green grass, they felt pretty good.

This palace was built by Maria Theresa, the heir of the Habsburg family, in order to spend her life with her sweetheart, the world's first son-in-law, Franz, Duke of Lorraine. Teresa, who inherited the family business after her father's death, was determined to build a palace that could be passed down for her, her husband, and future children, so she let all her rosy imaginations fly freely here.

She collected exotic flowers and plants from all over the world, decorated them in the botanical garden, and built a zoo to feed all kinds of rare birds and animals for her family to enjoy. This palace was built for 40 years, until the year she died. declared complete.

When people in later generations mentioned the word "Germany", it was always easy to think of images such as "iron blood" and "hardness". However, the most orthodox German monarch, Habs, who has long occupied the throne of the Holy Roman Empire The palace where the Fort family lived, however, had nothing to do with these images. Instead, it was full of beauty and elegance, and it had something in common with France.

Perhaps it is because of their envy that they deliberately imitate the extravagance of the French.

"Chanel, do you know..." Agron, who was in high spirits, suddenly spoke up.

"His Royal Highness?" Chanel was startled.

"He went to Vienna twice, once in 1805, once in 1809, and then he stayed here twice." Aigron casually pointed to the grand palace behind the two people, "If it hadn't broken his courage like this , the Habsburgs will never dedicate their princess to him, and I will not exist. Come to think of it... He also passed through here with us like this?"

"Of course." Chanel's face showed a trace of sarcasm and sneering joy. "After all, he would certainly want to appreciate it."

"It's the same, but it's not the same. At that time he was a conqueror, the whole palace was the spoils under his feet, and I was trapped in it, this is my cage." Aegron looked up at the sky, if there was any Thinking, "In all fairness, I can't be treated badly, but I am afraid that in the eyes of the Austrian emperor, I am living proof of his and his empire's humiliation... He wants that piece of history and that piece of scar to disappear forever, Don't be remembered anymore."

Different from his usual indifferent appearance, Aigron's tone at this time was full of sarcasm and sarcasm.

Although in this palace over the years, he has cultivated the ability to hide his emotions and anger, but he is still a person with normal communication needs, so when he has trusted people around him, he can speak freely What I wanted to say in my heart was to vent the resentment that had been suppressed for many years.

Yes, snoring has no practical effect, but it is a kind of psychological decompression. After spending a few days together, Aigron felt a lot more comfortable.

After chatting and laughing for a while, Chanel took out the folded newspaper from his pocket and unfolded it.

This newspaper is the "Vienna Zeitung", founded in 1703, is one of the oldest newspapers in the world, and the official media of the Austrian government to issue official announcements.

The official newspapers naturally had many high-sounding meaningless and even contradictory clichés, but they also truthfully recorded the news that the official thought could be published, so it became a channel for Aegron to learn about the outside world.

In the past, because of his young age and the need to be educated by a private tutor group, his guardian, Count Dietrichstein, did not let him contact the newspapers, but since the fall from the horse, his usual schoolwork activities have been compelled to He stopped. In order to pass the time, he asked the earl to subscribe to the official newspaper. The earl thought about it for a while and then agreed to his request—perhaps in his opinion, His Royal Highness has gradually grown up, and it is true that he cannot keep communicating with the outside world all the time. isolated.

So he took Chanel out for a walk every day, while reading newspapers by the way became his new habit.

However, although he has won this hard-won right, there is not much in the newspapers that can interest him.

It's only 1826, another mediocre year after the end of the Napoleonic era, when the entire continent fell silent and a new storm was still brewing.

The things that make people feel that the world is still changing happened in the Americas. At the beginning of this year, the remnants of the Spanish army in the port of Callao surrendered to Bolivar the liberator, and the Latin American War of Independence achieved the final victory.

The European **** of the Americas collapsed with the collapse of the Spanish Empire, and a new order in the Americas dominated by the great power in North America seems to be slowly approaching people.

It's just that no one cares about that nascent country on the edge of civilization, and Aigron has no interest in paying attention to things that are thousands of miles away.

Just as he put away the newspaper and was about to continue his walk, he found a group of people walking towards him.

He glanced around alertly, handed the newspaper to Chanel, and then stared at the people who were approaching him.

As the distance between the two sides gradually narrowed, he could clearly see the leader of the group - Mr. Alfred von Genz, a close aide to Prime Minister Metternich.

He was also looking at himself, while at the same time talking frequently with another person beside him.

Aigron didn't know the people around him, but from Mr. Gentz's attitude, it seemed that he was definitely not a small person.

So you're a diplomat? Aegron thought.

But if it was a diplomat, why would he come to him? He still didn't quite understand.

Just as he was thinking about it, Mr. Genz walked to him with the people around him.

"Your Highness, I heard that you were walking outside, so we came to look for you, hoping that it would not disturb you, Your Highness." Then, Mr. Gentz ​​bowed to him with his usual politeness and indifference.

"It doesn't matter, it's just... what's the matter with you?" Aegron asked suspiciously, "No one told me who I'm meeting with today."

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, it was our guest who insisted on requesting to see you, so I had to apply temporarily, and it was too late to inform you in advance, please forgive me." Mr. Genz replied quickly.

"Forget it this time, please don't do it again." Aegron replied coldly.

Although he was not polite on the surface, he was not angry, because what happened now made him feel a little surprised.

Clearly, it is absolutely extraordinary for a single person to be so accommodating to a close aide to the prime minister.

Mr. Genz just described him as a "guest", so he shouldn't be Austrian - so some kind of diplomatic envoy?

With doubts, he looked at the other party carefully.

This is a middle-aged man of about forty or fifty years old. He is tall, with a ruddy complexion, a wide forehead and deep eyes. Although his dark brown hair is slightly sparse, it can still be seen that he used to grow well when he was young. At the same time as the young man looked at him, he also looked at Aegron at the same time, his eyes were smart and sharp, and he could see that he was sophisticated and thoughtful.

"My name is Finnick Gordon, I'm not a diplomat, just a civilian, Your Highness." Before Aigron could ask a question, he respectfully bowed to the boy, "I'm here to travel to Vienna, and I had already prepared I left, but on a whim, I wanted to come and visit you so that it was worth it, so I asked Mr. Genz to accommodate him... I hope you will not be angry."

"I don't believe that any passer-by can let Mr. Genz accommodate." Aigron continued to look at the other party. "If you are not a diplomat, then you may be a terrible person, or a dangerous desperado."

Being choked by him like this, the two people on the opposite side couldn't help but smile at each other.

"You're going a little too far," Mr. Gordon replied calmly, after laughing, "but maybe it's not without reason."

"Well then, even outlaws are more interesting than mediocre ones." Aegron spread his hands, "Then may I ask if you want to visit me?"

"There is no other reason, just a little curiosity - what does Napoleon's son look like?" Mr. Gordon replied indifferently, "Although I have heard the descriptions of Mr. Metternich and Mr. Genz before, I am exuberant. Curiosity still drives me to want to see for myself.”

Agron was stunned.

Not just because of what he said, but because of the language he spoke - this time he had switched to French.

There is no doubt that the aristocrats in continental Europe speak French these days, and a veteran in the diplomatic field like Mr. Gentz ​​can even speak French, but it is definitely meaningful to speak French in front of him.

Agron glanced at Genz and found that he was still expressionless and did not mean to stop him, so he was even more curious in his heart.

A little excitement and unease made him a little bit nervous, but he recovered quickly and looked at each other again calmly.

"Then you've seen it now," he replied in French. "Do you have any advice?"

Mr. Gordon didn't answer immediately, he just continued to look at the boy, sometimes thoughtfully, and seemed to have a lot of emotion.

"I didn't expect that only a little of the ashes of twenty years would remain." Suddenly, he let out a small sigh. "Poor France, everything is in vain!"

Agron frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"In fact, Mr. Gordon is an important assistant to His Excellency the Duke of Orleans." The impatient Mr. Gentz ​​added. "He probably remembered something from the past."

"The Duke of Orleans..." Agron stopped suddenly.

"You see, everyone can't escape the label on their head." Phoenix Gordon smiled wryly, "His Royal Highness, he is right, but this time I visit you is really just my own whim, not the Duke Your Excellency's order... can you appreciate the light for a moment? I want to talk to you again."