Eagle’s Glory

As Aigron hoped, in 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 Chanel's careful care.

Because Eggron is regarded as the most dependent object of the monarch and revenge at the same time, Chanel took care of him very enthusiastically and was by his side almost all the time, lest there be any problems with him.

And since he was able to get out of bed, Aigron didn't stay idle in the room anymore, and ran out from time to time, lingering in the buildings and gardens of Schönbrunn Palace.

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

At this time, it was the beginning of July, and when midsummer came, even the morning was a little hot, but because they were in the green grassy botanical garden, they felt pretty good.

This palace was expanded and completed by the heir of the Habsburg family, Maria Theresa, in order to spend her whole life with her sweetheart, the world's first son-in-law Franz, Duke of Lorraine. Teresa, who inherited the family business after her father died, made up her mind to build a palace for herself, her husband, and future children, so she let all her rose-colored imaginations fly 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 own enjoyment. This palace was built for 40 years, until the year of her death. Declare finished.

When people in later generations mention the word "Germany", they always easily think of images such as "iron blood" and "hardness". However, the most orthodox German monarch, Habs who has occupied the throne of the Holy Roman Empire for a long time The palace where the Fort family lived has nothing to do with these images, but is full of beauty and elegant pomp, which has something in common with France.

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

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

"Your Highness?" Chanel was taken aback.

"He went to Vienna twice, once in 1805 and once in 1809, and he stayed here both times." Aigron casually pointed to the grand palace behind the two of them, "If it hadn't been broken like this , Habsburg will never dedicate his own princess to him, and I will no longer exist. Come to think of it... he also passed here like this with us, right?"

"Of course." There was a hint of sarcasm and joy on Chanel's face. "After all, he's sure to want to appreciate it, too."

"It's the same, but it's different. He was the conqueror at that time, and the whole palace was the spoils under his feet, but I was trapped in it, and this is my cage." Eggron looked up at the sky, if there was Su Si, "In all fairness, the treatment I have received is not bad, but I am afraid that in the eyes of the Austrian emperor, I am a living proof of the shame of him and his empire... He hopes that that period of history and that period of scars will disappear forever , don’t be remembered anymore.”

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

Although in this palace for many years, he has practiced the ability to hide emotions, but after all, he is still a person with normal communication needs, so after he has trusted people around him, he can speak freely. What I want to say in my heart is to vent the resentment that has been suppressed for many years.

Yes, there is no practical effect of talking, but it is a kind of psychological stress relief. After getting along for a few days, Aigron felt a lot more comfortable.

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

The newspaper is "Vienna Zeitung", founded in 1703,

It is one of the oldest newspapers in the world and the official media for official announcements by the Austrian government.

Naturally, the official newspapers inevitably have many high-sounding meaningless and even contradictory clichés, but they also truthfully record the news that the officials think can be published, so they have become Aigron's channel to learn about outside information.

In the past, because he was young and had to be educated by a group of private teachers, his guardian, Earl Dietrich Stein, did not allow him to touch newspapers. He stopped. To pass the time, he asked the earl to subscribe to the official newspaper. After a little consideration, the earl agreed to his request—perhaps in his opinion, His Royal Highness the Duke has gradually grown up, and it is true that he cannot always communicate with the outside world. Information is isolated.

So he took Chanel out for a walk every day, and at the same time reading the newspaper by the way became his new living habit.

However, although he has won this hard-won right, there are not many things in the newspaper that can interest him.

It is only 1826, another mediocre year after the end of the Napoleonic era, the entire continent has fallen into silence, and new storms are still brewing.

Things that make people feel that the world is still changing, but happened in the Americas—at the beginning of this year, the remnants of the Spanish army stationed in Callao Port surrendered to the liberator Bolivar, and the Latin American War of Independence won the final victory.

European domination of America fell apart with the collapse of the Spanish Empire, and a new American order dominated by that big country in North America seemed to be slowly approaching people again.

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 thousands of miles away.

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

He glanced around vigilantly, handed the newspaper to Chanel, and then looked at the people approaching him.

As the distance between the two sides gradually narrowed, he saw clearly the leader of the group—it was Mr. Alfred von Genz, Prime Minister Metternich's trusted assistant.

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

Aigron doesn't know the people around him, but judging from Mr. Genz's attitude, it seems that they are definitely not small people.

So you're a diplomat? Agron thought.

But if they were diplomats, what reason would they come to find themselves? He still doesn't quite understand.

While he was thinking, Mr. Genz walked in front of him with the people around him.

"Your Highness, I heard that you are out for a walk, so we came to see you and hope not to disturb you, Your Highness." Then, Mr. Gentz ​​bowed to him with his usual politeness and indifference.

"It's okay, it's just...do you have anything to do?" Aigron asked suspiciously, "No one informed me who I'm going to meet with today."

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

"Forget it this time, please don't have a next time." Eggron replied coldly.

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

Obviously, it is absolutely unusual for a person to be able to accommodate the prime minister's close aides so much.

Just now Mr. Genz described him as a "guest", so he should not be Austrian-so is it a diplomatic envoy?

With doubts, he looked at the other party carefully.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He is tall, with a ruddy complexion, a broad forehead and deep eye sockets. Although his dark brown hair is slightly thinner, it can still be seen that he used to grow well when he was young. While the boy was looking at him, he was also looking at Aigron at the same time, his eyes were smart and sharp, and he could see that he was sophisticated and thoughtful.

"My name is Phoenix Gordon. I'm not a diplomat. I'm just a commoner, Your Highness." Before Eggron could ask, he respectfully saluted the young man, "I'm here for a trip to Vienna. I left, but on a whim, I wanted to come and visit you so that the trip would be worthwhile, so I asked Mr. Genz to accommodate... I hope you will not be angry."

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

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

"You're going a little too far," replied Mr. Gordon calmly, after the laugh had ended, "but perhaps not without reason."

"Well, even the outlaws are more interesting than the mediocre." Aigron spread his hands, "Then what can you do 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, but I am very strong. My curiosity still drives me to see it with my own eyes.”

Aegron froze.

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

There is no doubt that the aristocratic class in continental Europe can speak French these days, and veterans like Mr. Genz who have been in the diplomatic arena can speak French even more, but it is definitely meaningful to speak French in front of him.

Aigron glanced at Genz, and found that he was still expressionless and had no intention of stopping, so he became even more curious.

A little excitement and uneasiness made him a little disoriented, but he quickly recovered and looked at the other party calmly.

"Then you've seen it now," he replied, also in French. "What advice do you have?"

Mr. Gordon didn't answer right away, he just continued to look at the boy, thoughtful from time to time, and seemed to have a lot of emotion.

"I didn't expect that there are only a few ashes left in the past twenty years." Suddenly, he let out a small sigh. "Poor France, it's all in vain!"

Aegron frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Actually, Mr. Gordon is an important assistant to His Excellency the Duke of Orleans." Mr. Genz added impatiently. "He probably remembered something from the past."

"Duke of Orleans..." Aigron stopped immediately.

"You see, everyone can't escape the label on their head." Phoenix Gordon smiled bitterly, "Your Highness, he is right, but this time I am visiting you on my own whim, not the duke Your Excellency's order... Could you please honor me for a moment? I want to chat with you again."