Eagle’s Glory

"My dignity does not allow me to agree to your proposal, sir, I am sorry."

Under the warm clear sky, Aegron replied in a calm but extremely determined tone.

Mr. Finick-Gordon looked at him blankly, and the two of them just stared at each other.

There is no room for compromise - just looking at the other party's expression and eyes, Mr. Gordon made this judgment.

The middle-aged man did not expect that the young man in front of him already possessed such decisive willpower and the confidence to believe that he was right.

Although he is much softer and more handsome than his father, his eyes can't help but remind people of that person.

Is this the fate that France cannot escape? There will always be these bewildering monsters to bring her to death!

He couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"This poor nation... what did she do wrong, God always makes her doomed!"

Phoenix Gordon, as a person who has not left the French political scene since his youth, has witnessed almost all the major events that have happened in France over the past three decades.

In his youth, influenced by the Enlightenment, he was a staunch supporter of the revolution, and at the height of the revolution he participated in the activities of the republican faction.

But with the **** slaughter of the Revolution and the cannibalism of the leaders of the various factions in the National Assembly, he began to doubt everything he believed before, and then went from a republican to a supporter of a constitutional monarchy.

Although he began to be active in politics during the imperial era, and was warmly received by His Majesty the Emperor because of his outstanding ability, he also admired Emperor Napoleon very much, but in his heart he was very disgusted with the imperial army and thought that the war that lasted for many years should be ended sooner. And the destruction of the empire just confirmed his judgment.

Since then, he has firmly believed that France can no longer follow the old road of the supremacy of kingship and the wasteful spending of princes and nobles; but he also believes that radical revolutions, and greedy expansion and military empires, Nor will it give France a future.

He longs to take a moderate path. Although this path is not so dazzling, it can also end the **** counter-offensive again and again, bring peace and stability to people, and heal the wounds of the nation.

It was for this purpose that he no longer pledged allegiance to the restored Bourbon royal family, but chose to join the Duke of Orleans camp.

It is true that the Orleans family has many stains. They have backtracked many times, betrayed both the royal family and the revolution. Most nobles will never forget the votes cast by the previous generation of dukes in the death sentence of Louis XVI. Will not forget that they fled from France at a time of national crisis while seeing the wind and the rudder—

However, he believed that the Duke of Orleans himself was the most suitable candidate to lead France on the path of moderation.

He is a branch of the French royal family and one of the highest-ranking nobles, but his living habits are very common. Loyal to family. He does not have the arrogance and profligacy of the royal family, nor the bloodthirsty madness of the revolutionaries, nor the great joy of Napoleon. If he ascends the throne of France, then France will usher in a rare and peaceful era.

calm! That's all he thinks France needs.

[In history, after the successful usurping of the throne by the Duke of Orleans in 1830, he bluntly said in a speech in Parliament that "we are taking the mode of the mean". 】

In order to achieve this goal, he threw himself into the service of the Duke of Orleans. Less grades—even though he's not one to take credit for himself, he can't help but feel complacent about it at times.

This time, he was assigned by the duke to come to the capital of Austria to carry out the mission. The mission itself has been successfully completed, but before returning, he had a whimsy - if he could convince the leader of the Bonapartists, Napoleon, who was left in Schönbrunn Palace. The heir, let him accept national reconciliation and give up his status as a pretender to the throne, and even convince him to support the Orleans family, would it not be more worthwhile?

If he did, it would not only be a great achievement for the Duke of Orleans, but also an indelible achievement for the nation's prosperity and peace.

However, after just a few words, he knew that he had completely failed, a complete failure. His thoughts did not get any response from the teenager, and the negotiating conditions that were carefully thought out, the other party even disdain for bargaining, can only be reduced to ridiculous wishful thinking.

What else can I say? What else can be done?

He lowered his head.

"I implore you to reconsider my proposal, Your Highness." He wanted to make a last desperate effort. "Does it do you any good to continue this hopeless persistence?"

"Sir, I've made it very clear, and it's the same if you ask me to repeat it ten times—I won't give up my right." Aegron answered him without thinking, "Perhaps you're right, This is destined to be just a hopeless insistence, even a rhetoric that is detached from reality, but even so, I will not forget that I was born to rule this country, and you can just watch me drown in this dream!"

So, no hope. Phoenix Gordon could only sigh.

He was annoyed, depressed, depressed, and even painful. These negative emotions lingered in his mind, and finally turned into anger, a powerless heartache.

"What is meant by birth to rule? Have you forgotten that your ancestors were only islanders? The Bonaparte family was not even French a few decades ago! Didn't your father take advantage of the revolution to destroy this country? When the time comes, a coup d'état stole this country? What right does he have to pass on France to you as a private property?" Anger and sadness made him no longer as polite as before, "Could it be that the Bonaparte family wouldn't let it go? Have you ever been through this poor country? She bleeds enough!"

"You're right on this point, I don't deny it, but, is this just the responsibility of the Bonaparte family? You think too highly of us." Agron didn't get angry, but sneered, "Yes, The Bonaparte family was only a group of people a few decades ago. It was only thanks to the kindness of His Majesty Louis XV that they became French. But the Bonaparte family had no crystal ball and no magic. It could not hypnotize 30 million people and make them Kneeling and consecrating the throne to oneself, isn’t all this chosen by the French themselves? The war began in the era of the Republic, and the guillotine was carried forward by the revolutionary party, so how can you blame Bonaparte?”

As he spoke, the smile on his face deepened, "So, the French chose to bleed themselves, and they honored the person who could best lead them to bleed. If the French like to bleed, then you can blame Poo. What about the Nabas family? Everything is their own choice, we have to respect the choice of the nation, you are just self-righteously guiding a nation, aren't you? Sir."

"You...you..." Agron's words left Mr. Gordon speechless for a while.

"Did I say something wrong? I live in Austria now, and I don't have a soldier or a soldier, and I don't have a few copper coins. If the French voluntarily abandon me, then I can't make any more splashes, nor It may cause trouble to anyone, even if I say that I am the son of God, it will only be regarded as a joke, and there is no need for you to be afraid of me or to win over me." Aegron continued calmly.

"As you can see, all I can rely on is the choice of the French themselves, and if the French people themselves want to choose Bonaparte, to get back the glory they once dreamed of, how can you possibly block the choice of the nation? I suggest that you stop making useless efforts to convince me, just wait for God's verdict, maybe God has destined me to be abandoned by France and die as an unknown pawn, then you can save the Duke of Orleans Wouldn't it be ideal to spend six million a year?"

What a callous statement! Mr. Gordon couldn't help gasping for breath.

In the National Assembly back then, he had seen too many more ruthless words, but he never thought that he would hear such contempt for a nation and such irresponsibility in the mouth of a teenage boy. 's declaration.

His eloquence was so eloquent that it was difficult to refute what he said, but the more so, the more he could feel his indifference to the French, just as Napoleon often did.

It is indeed the heir, and it has not changed at all.

The more handsome the smile of the young man on the other side, the more ferocious and terrifying he seems at this moment.

It's time to end.

"Okay, I understand what you mean, Your Highness." He bowed again and ended the conversation between the two, "I am very grateful that you took the time to receive me, although our two opinions are completely different, but It's probably a good thing to exchange opinions with each other."

"I'm also very happy to meet you, sir." Aigron replied with a smile, "It's always a pleasure to see people who are different from usual."

The two were speechless and said goodbye silently.

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When Agron walked back to his original position, Phoenix Gordon had already left with Mr. Gentz.

He continued to take Chanel and resumed the walk that was interrupted just now.

"His Royal Highness, what did that guy just tell you? You don't seem to be very happy..." Chanel asked with courage.

"Ah, he asked me to give up the imperial throne and be loyal to the French government, for which he can pay me a lot of money." Aigron replied casually.

Chanel's expression was instantly occupied by horror and terror. She opened her eyes wide and looked at Aegron in astonishment.

"Your Highness, you...you won't agree, will you?"

"No, I didn't." Aegron shook his head. "I told him I'd rather be trapped and die for the rest of my life than bow down to the traitors."

"That's great!" Chanel breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest happily, "I knew that, Your Highness, you will never give up..."

"So you see, if the French themselves are willing to bleed, who can blame us?" Aegron shrugged, then mumbled softly, "I don't comply, but they don't."

"His Royal Highness, what are you talking about?" Chanel didn't understand, so he asked again.

"It's nothing, Chanel, thank you." Agron smiled and looked at her again. "Without your encouragement, I wouldn't get better so quickly."

"This is just what I should do." Chanel blushed slightly and lowered his eyes.