Eagle’s Glory

"For victory."

Seeing that Edmund Dantès and André Davout were so harmonious, Aigron was relieved.

In his opinion, these two people are his confidants, and they are both capable and loyal. They are really rare talents. If the two of them can unite sincerely, then their own arrangements can be foolproof.

"Okay, I have already said what I need to say, and then I put my hopes on you, and you can do it well." Aegron said his last entrustment, "In addition, you all remember me, you are all me. The person I rely on most, I still need you next, so you must take good care of your life, and don’t let me suffer unbearable losses because of my stupid self-confidence and recklessness—”

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Both of them accepted the young man's entrustment with a moving attitude.

After making the most important strategic arrangements, next, Aigron put all his energy into the new deployment. He called Michelle Ney, his cousin Charlie and other confidants together, announced his decision to them.

In his plan, these people would follow him, attack at the fastest speed and defeat the enemy in front of him, and then return to the division to rescue Nafpaktos from the siege.

His strategy immediately aroused doubts. After all, it was a bit bold to do so under the current situation.

However, in the face of his tough attitude, those who had doubts had to bow their heads and obey Aigron's instructions.

So, everyone revolved around his decision next. Whether they followed the attack or stayed to defend, they all clarified their responsibilities.

Because of the initial victory, his march stopped at Nafpaktos. After this period of rest, the army gradually became slack, and after Aigron waved his whip again, it had to start again. Refreshed and ready to take on the new action with the nerves you've had before.

Everyone performed their duties, and in the interval between intense actions, there was one person who was accidentally forgotten and had nothing to do—and that was, of course, M. Edgar de Treville.

Although he was driven by his father to follow His Majesty, but after he was put under His Majesty's command, he was not reused, and was only assigned to extremely trivial errands, and he personally had no complaints about it, and even enjoyed leisure.

However, after Aigron decided to make the next move, he couldn't sit still.

So, after Aegron had finished his meeting with the officers, he asked to see his lord.

Although Aigron was already busy, he still found time to meet the Treville family member.

"Your Majesty!" Edgar first saluted gracefully when he saw Aegron, "I haven't seen you for a few days, but you are still in high spirits."

"You look very good too." Aigron just nodded very flatly, and then asked again, "What is the matter with you asking me to see me?"

"I've been thinking about a painting for you recently. I got inspiration yesterday and finished it. I'd like to invite you to take a look at it—" Edgar replied respectfully.

Hearing this, Aigron was also interested, so he nodded again. "Then let me see."

So Edgar took out the canvas rolled up behind his back, stood in front of Aigron, and spread the canvas on the table.

As the canvas slowly unfolded, Aigron also saw the picture above.

The tone of the painting is colder, and it depicts the scene of an advance—the sky at this time seems to be dawn, only the eastern sky shows a little light, a group of soldiers in black military uniforms are advancing, and the golden light is falling in the air. In the center of the canvas, a young man also wearing a black military uniform, with his feet on the rock, is looking into the distance with imposing eyes, as if he is waiting for a desperate fight.

I have to admit that Edgar's painting skills are indeed quite good. He painted the young man in the painting majestic and majestic, and the rising sun is also in line with Aegron's intention - the expressiveness is even a little more than Aegron's. own expectations.

"Very good." Aigron immediately gave a corresponding compliment, then looked up at Edgar, "Edgar, you have created a masterpiece... I will keep it forever."

"It is my greatest honor to receive your praise, and my efforts have not been in vain." Edgar replied with a smile, "Also, if you don't mind, I will make a few copies of this painting, and then send It was sent back to France, and I am sure my father would have liked to see it spread."

This is naturally Aigron's idea - he has always wanted to use painting to promote himself, and Edgar's talent can also serve his purpose.

Due to the reality, it is impossible for him to return to France right now, but it is necessary for the French people to gradually familiarize themselves with this prince who has been away from the country for more than ten years and grew up in an unfamiliar court.

"Of course you can—" Aigron nodded, "Tell your father, these paintings can be widely distributed, I think the French people will admire you as much as I do, don't worry, although for the time being I can't share the creation of the paintings. The name of the person is public, but one day, your talent will be applauded accordingly."

To the young man, Edgar just smiled lightly. Although he was quite fond of his own paintings, for him, this kind of grand paintings full of political propaganda meant that his creation was greatly limited, far less He is proud of the paintings of private houses painted by ladies and gentlemen.

However, of course he did not dare to say these words.

Taking advantage of Aegron's good mood, Edgar changed the subject again.

"By the way, Your Majesty, I heard that you are preparing for your next move?" he asked in a low voice.

Aigron is not surprised why he knows - after all, although Edgar is not taken seriously, he has a very good relationship with many of his subordinates, and it is normal to have a channel for inquiries.

"Yes, we are going to fight a new war next." Aegron didn't intend to hide it, and told him directly.

He briefly stated his strategic deployment, and then reminded Edgar, "Edgar, I know you are not going to charge, so I can give you a choice after the division, you can choose to continue to follow me, or you can choose to stay here."

Of course it's safer to stay by your side... Edgar said heartily.

"Where are you talking about this? There is no choice for me." He pretended to be impassioned, and then responded loudly to the young man, "The task that my father gave me is to follow you to the death, which is also As your servant's natural obligation, I cannot violate it, and I must record your heroic appearance and let your reputation and bravery be passed down to the world through my hands! So, Your Majesty, please let me follow you!"

Even though he knew that Edgar was being polite, Aigron was still elated when he heard it.

This guy is really good at liking people... Aegron thought.

Before he knew it, his original dissatisfaction with Edgar also dissipated.

Even if he can't be a civil servant and a military general, it's not bad for him to be a jester.

"Okay, then it's as you wish." Aegron nodded lightly, then looked at him affectionately, "but I remind you that this time we are just as short on time, and not so much in pursuit of quick maneuvers. Baggage, you'd better exercise yourself and keep up with our footsteps, otherwise it will only cause trouble for everyone—"

"I can definitely do it, please believe me." Edgar immediately made a package.

Then, he suddenly changed the conversation again, "By the way, Your Majesty, I have one more thing I want to ask you..."

"What's the matter?" Seeing his mysterious appearance, Aegron was a little strange, so he asked back.

Edgar hesitated, then lowered his voice and asked him.

"Have you accepted a group of Austrians to stay with you? And they're veterans who have served before."

This sudden question shocked Aegron. He originally planned to keep this matter a secret for the time being, but he didn't know how, but Edgar could see the clue so quickly.

For a moment he wondered if someone around him had leaked a secret to Edgar.

Is it Agnes, or Andre Davout?

"Don't get me wrong, no one secretly told me this!" As soon as he saw Aegron's reaction, Edgar knew he had guessed right, so he quickly explained to the young man, "Although I am not by your side, But after all, I live not far from you. When I was in contact with Andre before, I remembered the faces of the guards beside you. Today, there are a few unknown faces around you, so I can't help but pay attention. After a while, sure enough, they were in German when they were whispering to each other, and I happened to have learned German, and I understood a little what they were saying..."

Listening to his narration, although Aigron put down his doubts, he was still a little shocked. He never thought that Edgar still had such an observation ability.

"You can think of it as a painter's keenness... In order to paint, we must always be aware of subtle changes in the surrounding environment." Edgar said with a little smugness. "Even the smallest details are enough to affect the overall beauty."

"You're right, Edgar." Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Aigron also spread his hands, "It's true that several Austrian soldiers have recently joined my command, I hope you don't ask, and don't look at anything. It's good to arrive."

Aegron's answer was tantamount to hinting at their origins.

Edgar's original doubts were instantly confirmed - it seems that they are the rescue soldiers that Princess Teresa moved from her parents' house.

If it was Prince Charles, I'm afraid he would be even more jealous, but he didn't care, after all, it didn't matter to him whether the Bonapartists or the Austrians were dominant around His Majesty.

However, on the surface he still pretended to be dignified.

"Your Majesty, first of all, I congratulate you for your assistance. You ordered me not to ask further questions about this matter, and I can fully obey, but I still have a few words from my heart that I want to share with you."

Aegron was a little impatient, but nodded, "Let's talk."

"You have always said that you want to build your image in the hearts of the French people, so starting from this goal, you should conform to their hearts to some extent." Edgar continued in a sincere tone, "There is no Doubt, the French people would like to see a young man with vigor and splendor lead them to a glorious new era, but they are more eager to see that this young man is deeply connected with the rich and beautiful French land in thought and emotion. Together, his progress, his victories, and his life should have an indelible French imprint..."

"What do you mean...?" Agron asked.

"I will say very simply--though you have always been your majesty to those of us, but to the majority of the French people you are a prince raised in a far country, with a full Austrian education, and Married an Austrian." Edgar continued calmly, "no doubt I dare not question your personal choice, but you should also think about how to present your French face to them, You should try to play down the Austrian color... After all, you don't want to be said to be Austrian in the future, do you?"

As soon as Edgar said these words, Aegron was instantly furious, and he managed to keep himself from anger.

Although he used the interrogative sentence style, for Aegron, as his subordinate, just thinking of this thought was already disrespectful.

In an instant, he wanted to scold Edgar, but when the words came to his lips, he immediately suppressed his anger.

Because he knows that Edgar is definitely not a particularly backboned person. On the contrary, he is good at flattering others, and he will never quarrel with others easily - let alone himself.

So when he said these words, there must be his following, so Aegron just frowned slightly and looked at him, motioning him to continue.

Edgar was a little nervous now. Although the young man in front of him was a few years younger than him, he clearly felt a terrible pressure, and it seemed that he could easily be torn apart by the other party.

His Majesty's swordsmanship is super strong, if he really wants to anger him, let alone the guards outside, he can make himself doomed by himself...

But even though he was nervous, he still dared to continue talking.

"I'm not asking you to cut off contact with the Austrians, I just ask you to carefully consider the hearts of the French people... They have resentment against Austria, you can even say hostility, they may be able to tolerate the matter of His Royal Highness Theresa, after all Sovereign marriages are the norm, but if you are too close to the Austrians in other ways, you cannot help but arouse their suspicions, so I suggest you..."

Having said that, he deliberately paused.

"Suggest me what?" Agron asked coldly.

"Be more close to the French." Eddard boldly finished his last words, "Although King Henry IV married Catherine de Medici of Italy as his queen, he never Let the Italians take control of the court - instead, he and the Duchess of Beaufort have made up for the pain of decades of civil war, and together they have created a new era of splendor in France..."