Eagle's Glory

"Okay, that's enough! Don't lecture me so long, I know what to do!"

Hey, you know?You have absolutely no idea.

Edgar had a righteous face on the surface, but he was completely snickering in his heart.

It has to be said that although Agnes has excellent skills and a strong personality, she is still a little girl who is ignorant of the world. He only needs to use a little speech skills to fool her into a mess, making her unconscious. Act according to your own ideas.

He knew that whether it was His Majesty or this wife and sister, they all looked down on him, but in the end he was able to have both sides without making a fuss.

Although they are all stunningly talented, they are still too young after all...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

He tried not to laugh, then continued to look at Agnes seriously. "It's good that you know, Agnes. Next, I'm going to carry out the orders His Majesty gave me. I will entrust my friend André Davout to deal with it. If you need any help, just ask him." Yes, I think that kid also admires you..."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand gracefully to Agnes, and left quietly.

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Under Aegron's command, his army continued to attack the remnants of the enemy's forces that had retreated into the harbor of Naphpaktos.Under their relentless pursuit, the remnants of the enemy army, which had already suffered huge casualties, had to quickly retreat to the east along the road leading to the outside world from the port.

As for those enemies who were too late to retreat, or were unable to retreat due to injuries, they had to become his captives, and their fate was no longer in their hands.

In this way, Naphpaktos officially fell into the hands of Egron that afternoon.

After clearing away the last remaining resistance, Aigron led his guards and entered this small port.

Compared with the glory of the year, Nafpaktos has become much more depressed today. Most of the military buildings have been abandoned because of the departure of the Turkish fleet, leaving only a few parts to be used by the remaining garrisons.

Along the shoreline of the harbour, there is a small fort, and beside the fort is a small fort, which was originally inhabited by the commander of the garrison, but after Aigron took it, he made this fort into his own. temporary residence.

Under the leadership of the guards, Aigron walked all the way to the fort along the stone steps next to the breakwater.

Because of the departure of the fleet, this fort was basically abandoned. Most of the cannons have already disappeared from the cannons. Even the few remaining bronze cannons, the barrels and the brackets below have long been exposed to wind and rain. And rusty.

Aigron stretched out his hand, gently stroking the rough texture of the cannon body, and then looked at the bay in the distance.

Looking around, there was a blue sea and blue sky in front of him, the gunpowder smoke and fighting just now had cleared away, the cool sea breeze of the Mediterranean was blowing on his face, the crowing of seagulls echoed everywhere, and the waves kept beating against the breakwater, It was as if some elf was congratulating him on his victory.

The hustle and bustle had ended, and everything had returned to calm, only the dense bullet marks and blood stains everywhere, as well as the dejected captives who were forcibly taken away, silently telling the last traces of the short battle just now.

Aigron turned his head again and looked at his captain of the guard, Andre Davout.

"Andre, this is ours."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Andre held his head high and congratulated Eggron. "Congratulations, Your Majesty, you have led us to victory!"

"A small victory, but we must." Aigron nodded slightly.

Then, he refocused, "I want to write a letter to announce the good news to Teresa, and you arrange for someone to deliver it to me as soon as possible."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Andre responded without hesitation.

Aegron wanted to report to Teresa, of course not just to show off his victory to his fiancée, he wanted Teresa, who was in the rear, to spread the news of his success and let everyone know, Lechstein The Duke fought for the Christians in Greece.

This news is definitely a boost to his supporters, and if the Roman Church is also cheering for him, then he can also win enough favor among many non-Bonapartist neutrals—— And that's all he wanted.

Without hesitation, he quickly walked into his newly occupied residence, then picked up the pen and paper he brought, and began to quickly write a good news letter to Teresa and Panos.

Because he was in a good mood, his writing was flowing and his handwriting was fast, and the two letters were finished very quickly.

At this time, he looked out the window, and it was already evening.

He took the written letter and walked out of the room again, watching the golden-red sunset outside the breakwater slowly falling into the sea, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the sea surface, and was cut into countless pieces on the sea surface due to the division of the waves , rolling like fish scales, flashing light of different colors.

On the opposite side of the bay, the outline of the Peloponnese Peninsula is like a dragon, looming in sight.

What a magnificent view!

He couldn't help taking a deep breath, feeling the surge of motivation.

He knew that although he had temporarily won a victory, there were still more and greater challenges waiting for him.

Although the Turkish fleet has long since disappeared here and Nafpaktos is now insignificant, the Turks will not allow themselves to be so humiliated by an outsider, either in terms of propaganda or psychologically.

So after they receive the bad news, they will definitely send troops to try to destroy themselves.

Then comes the real test for yourself.

He will not sit still, but will look for opportunities to repel or defeat the invading enemy with his best efforts. At that time, the self who has won a new victory is enough to overcome all doubts about himself.

At this time, as if echoing his mood, the oncoming sea breeze seemed to become more violent, making his eardrums whistling.

Come on, let me experience bigger storms!

Eggron, facing the sea breeze, clenched his fists.

At this moment, he heard footsteps from behind.

"Your Majesty!" Andre Davout's respectful voice came from behind, "Have you finished writing your letter?"

"Well, I've already written it all, you can take it to the person you arranged, and send it as soon as possible—" Eggron said while turning around, preparing to hand the letter in his hand to the other party.

But as soon as he turned around, he was stunned, because he found that there was another person standing beside André Davout.

This person was wearing a simple military uniform and a military cap on his head. He was not tall, but his pretty face was full of heroism, and his eyes were as sharp as a falcon. He was looking at himself without flinching.

Although the other party was dressed like an ordinary soldier, the slight bulge on his chest and his overly pretty face betrayed his identity.

Although he knew that Agnes had followed, this was the first time Agron saw her in appearance after the expedition—to be honest, he thought it looked pretty good.

"Oh!" Aigron couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and then praised the other party, "Miss Agnes, it seems that you are quite suitable for this outfit."

Although Agron's words and attitude were very polite, Agnes looked a little embarrassed and just nodded to him reluctantly.

Aigron could understand the other party's mood at the moment, so he didn't continue talking, but looked at Andre Davout.

Andre understood, and immediately reached out to take the letter from the young man's hand. "Your Majesty, I will send them out at once."

Then, he paused for a moment, and then continued, "Also, Edgar is currently carrying out the task you assigned, so in order not to cause commotion and inconvenience, he decided to ask us to settle Miss Agnes first... "

"Well, I know, he has already told me." Aigron nodded without expressing any objection. "You can arrange it here, find a hidden and safe place, and let Miss Agnes settle down for a while..."

"Okay, Your Majesty, leave it to me." Andre immediately agreed.

Although this matter was somewhat unusual, his attitude was very enthusiastic, and he actively cooperated with Edgar's actions.

When Edgar mentioned this matter to him, he didn't say what he had in mind, but Andre was happy to see it happen—for him, it was just a convenience to help Edgar settle Edgar Niss is certainly very good; but if His Majesty really develops an unusual friendship with Agnes in the next relationship, then he doesn't think there is any problem with it at all.

His Majesty is so admirable, and Miss Agnes is so admirable. In his mind, they can almost represent the most dazzling couple in the entire French generation. If it weren't for the arrangement of fate, maybe they should have become a couple.

Although now he has accepted the reality that Princess Teresa will become his mistress in the future, but--so what if His Majesty has a romantic relationship in private?Isn't this a matter of course?

So there is no need for Edgar to deliberately instigate, and he is happy to cooperate with Edgar's actions.

"Miss Agnes, do you have any comments?" Out of politeness, Aggron asked, "Although the conditions are simple, we can follow the rule of women first—now you can choose first."

"I have no objection, just follow Mr. Davout's arrangement." Agnes replied calmly. "I've never been picky."

"I think so too...that's the best." Aigron gestured to Andre.

Andre nodded knowingly.

He had already made up his mind to arrange a residence for Agnes next to His Majesty's residence, so that he would not be able to find any faults, but also would give them a chance to get along.

In order not to disturb the atmosphere at this time, André Davout took the letter and left immediately after receiving it. He also specially ordered the other guards to stand far away so as not to affect His Majesty's appreciation of the sea view.

After Andre left, Aegron and Agnes looked at each other.

Aegron didn't know what to say for a while, but felt a little embarrassed at the moment. Agnes' sharp and scrutinizing gaze shone brightly in the afterglow of the sunset.

"I really didn't expect things to become so strange...haha..." After a while, Aigron dilutes the atmosphere with a few smirks. "However, Miss Agnes, don't worry, I will try my best as a friend to provide you with the best hospitality—"

"I believe you." Agnes seemed relieved, then nodded, "However, what should I call you right now?"

"Well...you can do whatever you want." Aegron replied indifferently, "The title does not affect the essence, and you are not my vassal at this time, I don't need you to be respectful to me—"

"Having said that...but my sister and brother-in-law swear allegiance to you after all." Agnes sighed. "So, for them, I'd better stick to the proper etiquette—"

While speaking, she took off the military cap on her head, and her golden-brown hair also fell down. "Good evening, Your Majesty."　　

141, sincerely

Under Aegron's gaze, Agnes's hair, which was originally tucked into the hat, poured down like a waterfall. This golden brown hair seemed to blend with the afterglow of the setting sun at this time, emitting a dazzling light.

Agnes, who looked serious because of her military uniform, also became a little more charming for girls.

She is indeed a very beautiful girl... Eggron not only thought to himself.

Seeing Aigron's astonished and admiring eyes, Agnes couldn't help grinning, as if she was joking about something.

It was only then that Aigron realized that his reaction seemed to be a bit too much, and he quickly cursed himself inwardly.

After all, you are also a person who has been in the court, and even coaxed and deceived to steal the heart of a princess, how can you be so timid in front of a little girl?

"I'm very happy that you are willing to call me that." Aigron regained his composure, and then nodded calmly, "But... I think you are more suitable to be a friend than a servant, so it's better not to keep doing this Call me, or we'll both be a little embarrassed."

"Then what should I be called?" Agnes asked back, "Should I still be called Mr. Memmingen as before?"

"If you want, of course you can." Eggron nodded, "But if you can call me Eggron, I will be more happy... and I can be more like a friend."

"Well, Your Majesty... Egron." Agnes bowed to Agron, "Thank you for treating me as a friend. I guess this is an honor that ordinary people can never have."

Although her posture and manners in saluting were impeccable, but because she was wearing pants at this time, her movements seemed a bit nondescript, so the two couldn't help laughing.

"Don't do this! Agnes, this is not your usual style." Aegron waved his hand, signaling that the other party should stop being so rigid with himself, "Although I am indeed different now than when I saw you last time, but I'm not going to be so boring as to ask everyone to bow down to me..."

Unknowingly, he took the initiative to address Agnes with the more affectionate "you" to adapt to the status of friends between each other.

Before Agnes could reply, he continued, "I guess Edgar must have told you this specifically?"

"You are smart enough, of course you can guess everything." Agnes nodded with a smile, "Yes, my brother-in-law has always told me how extraordinary you are, and you are the head of his family, so I I must pay you the utmost respect...otherwise, it will only embarrass the Treville family."

Aigron knew in his heart that Edgar must have deliberately added fuel to the picture - he did not perform well here, and he could not assign important tasks, let alone gain the respect of others, so in order to maintain the status of the Treville family, he deliberately let Agnes came to win her favor.

Of course, if you know it, you know it, and he is happy to see this kind of thing happen.

"I am very moved by the loyalty of the Treville family." He replied leisurely, "I have always paid attention to reciprocating favors, so as long as I achieve a great cause, my career must have a share of the Treville family."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence, "Also, I ask you not to worry, although I want to restore the empire, my heart is not filled with bloody hatred, and I don't intend to have a bloody storm when I return to France." Liquidation, anyone, as long as they are willing to be loyal to me, even the most stubborn old aristocratic family, I can accept it with all my heart... I will never target them because of inherent prejudice."

To his surprise, Agnes was not happy with his words, but shook her head slightly.

"Please stop talking, Aigron. I came here only because of my personal decision, because of my sister's request, not because of the loyalty of the Treville family... So, I will never do anything on behalf of my father decision, and I have no qualifications to make any promises on behalf of my father."

When talking about such things, Agnes's expression suddenly became serious, "Also, I feel very guilty to my father about my sneaking here, because I have caused him so much trouble for no reason. ...Because of the guilt in my heart, I can't do any more things to embarrass him more."

Agnes's demeanor was both sincere and resolute. It was obvious that this was what she had in mind, "I don't doubt your ambition, and I think you do have a certain possibility of ascending to the throne, but so far, you and your The supporters are still thousands of miles away from Paris, but my father is still loyal to His Majesty the King. With my father's character, he would not want to have anything to do with you. So Aigron, since you said we are friends , then I ask you to be considerate of me like a friend, and don't let me bring trouble to my family in places I don't understand or am not interested in..."

Aigron was suddenly speechless.

Although it must be a bit uncomfortable to be rejected explicitly, Agnes' words are reasonable and sincere, so it is not easy for him to refute.

It was only at this time that he felt that because everything went well recently, his mentality was obviously a little flustered now, and he directly proposed to Agnes that he wanted to win over the Nordlian family - but Agnes' refusal could only be blamed on himself .

"You're right. I'm still far away from the throne. It's too early to talk about allegiance. I take back what I just said. Please pretend you didn't hear it." So he laughed at himself, for Smoothed things out by myself, "But, Agnes, I think if God really made my great career successful, then surely you would not object to me? I remember you said that a teenager is better than that bad old man in Paris. It seems more pleasing to the eye when a person sits on a throne."

"I really think so." Agnes laughed sheepishly, "If you can really ascend to the throne, I'd be happy to see it happen."

"What if before I realize my dream, there is a fierce conflict between my supporters and opponents? Your sister and brother-in-law are on my side, and your parents are on the opposite side... At that time, what are you going to do?" What to do?" Aegron asked.

He wasn't asking an idle hypothetical question, but was torturing Agnes's heart.

In the turbulent and bloody 30 years after the outbreak of the Great Revolution, the tragedy of brothers fighting against the wall has happened countless times in the past, and it may happen in the future as well.

For Aigron, as long as he can achieve his goal and restore the empire, he is not afraid to pay the blood price for it; and his enemies will certainly not be willing to catch him without a fight, so even if he doesn't want to bleed more, but if it is necessary He is not afraid of sacrificing the lives of others.

But Agnes is different... She may be able to withstand the blow of family division, but can she really withstand the nightmare of family members being at war or even killing each other?Agron was very skeptical.

The Treville family is already firmly tied to her, and Alice will stick to her husband's position because of her husband and children, so... how much will it cost?

Agnes also knew in her heart that everything the young man in front of her said was true.

Her elder sister resolutely married Edgar in spite of her father's objection. Since then, it was doomed that father and daughter would no longer be compatible.

Because Napoleon was dead and the Bonaparte family disappeared, she felt that this break was only temporary and could be healed with time, but she never expected that after just one year, the situation would change so drastically, and the Bonaparte family A new generation of leaders began to lead his supporters to fight for his ambitions.

This flame is only burning in Greece at present, but it is obvious that it will burn to France someday, and at that time,

The "duel" between father and daughter no longer seems to be a boring fantasy, but more and more like something that will actually happen in the future.

Depression and anxiety gnawed at Agnes's heart, making her extremely troubled. She obviously didn't want to face such a future, but she couldn't escape in her heart.

"When I was in Switzerland, I also talked with you about a similar topic... You told me at the time that you don't help each other, and whichever is in danger will go to the rescue. If the sister fails, take the sister to flee; if the father and brother If you fail, you will leave with your father and brother. I deeply admire your courage and determination."

Looking at the distressed Agnes, Aegron continued, "But I don't think this is a good solution, because it means that one side of your relatives is doomed to endure the ups and downs of exile. I know you have lived in exile, so you must remember what it was like, would you really like to see this happen again in your own family?"

Aegron's words were like heavy blows, hitting Agnes's heart one after another, adding a bit of boredom to her heart - she has been hiding these worries in her heart for a long time, so she often complains about it. This is uneasy.