Eagle’s Glory

"Go! For Nafpaktos!"

Aegron gave an order, and immediately tightened the horse's head and moved toward the northeast.

And with his order, the officers also issued orders one after another, and all the phalanxes turned at the same time, followed behind him, and moved forward together.

This small-scale army, marching under the constraints of discipline, still looks imposing, like a black ant colony rolling forward.

It is already early autumn, the climate is cool and pleasant, and the road surface is smooth and solid. Walking along the winding road by the sea, you can see the lush hills not far away, and the flat sea on the other side, which is almost a once-in-a-lifetime Happy outing.

However, everyone knows that this is only the last tranquility before the storm, and soon, they will face the tempering of blood and fire.

At the end of this team, there is a transport convoy, and the carriages for the delivery of materials are gathered together to provide this team with the motivation to continue marching and continue fighting.

And Edgar de Treville was riding in one of the carriages at this time.

He was sitting by the car window at this time, looking at the scenery outside the window, with a sketchbook spread out on his lap and a pencil in his hand, trying to describe the scene here.

However, it was obvious that he was not in high spirits, and he was drawing on the notebook absent-mindedly, and his eyes kept flickering.

He is really worried now.

First of all, he was worried about himself - in his heart, he had never been interested in any family honor or the great cause of restoring the empire. What he cared most about was how to enjoy himself. However, because of fate's trick, he was forcibly assigned by his father. This distant place, in the service of his lord.

It would be fine if he was just a courtier. He was good at ingratiating others, but now he had to go out with His Majesty and risk a hail of bullets, which really made him uncomfortable.

What's even more uncomfortable is that he doesn't have any tasks and no actual title on his back now - he can see that His Majesty doesn't trust his ability very much, just because he is a member of the Treville family, he is not a member of the Treville family. Just use it as a sign.

Originally, he didn't care whether he was reused or not, and he was even happy to be ignored. Anyway, he didn't want to take risks, as long as His Majesty gave him nominal respect and didn't lose the face of the Treville family.

However, he knew that his father would never accept this kind of result - if he came here on purpose but got nothing and no merit, he just went on a trip with His Majesty, how could his father explain it?

Thinking of this, he felt a little worried, and the carriage bumped up and down on the bumpy road, which made him even more uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but glance at Agnes who was sitting across from him.

Compared to his worries about gains and losses, Agnes seemed to be at ease.

At this time, in accordance with the agreement with Edgar, she did not wear a normal skirt, but a simple black uniform, and her golden brown hair was also stuffed into the hat. The small parasol she carried with her was also carefully stored in the suitcase in the carriage.

However, although the clothes were changed to men's clothes, the girl's slender beauty was also hidden, but her original vigorous and heroic spirit did not diminish at all, on the contrary, it was even more dazzling and dazzling.

This kind of arrogant and bold temperament is not what Edgar likes. In his opinion, although Agnes is beautiful, it cannot reflect the cuteness and softness that a French woman should have, but at this moment, her bearing is not. Gave him much-needed confidence again.

Agnes, my life and the future of our family depend on you... I hope you don't blame me.

"You seem to have been uneasy all the time." Just when he was thinking about it, Agnes suddenly said, "It's not easy to draw like this."

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted, especially when he was still thinking of Agnes, so Edgar was a little embarrassed, and glanced at her with a guilty conscience, and then answered calmly. "I'm thinking about my family in Paris and wonder what's going on with Alice and the kids."

"Don't worry, it will be alright." Agnes's tone softened a lot when she mentioned her sister, "God will never have the heart to torture her with such a good sister... We just need to take care of ourselves. That's alright, I think she's worrying about us right now."

"Well, it's impossible to say, after all, we are going to face the battlefield next." Edgar sighed, "But I guess I should be fine, after all, His Majesty doesn't seem to intend to let I'm going to charge, as long as I stay by his side, at least my safety is guaranteed."

After he finished speaking, he looked at his wife and sister with some curiosity, "Agnes, it doesn't look like you are afraid at all?"

"I have nothing to be afraid of, sir." Agnes smiled and waved her fingers lightly, "Although I have never been on the battlefield, I have also faced life and death. The bone marrow is chilled with fear, as long as you've experienced that feeling, there's nothing to be afraid of—"

Edgar also knew that his wife and sister had experienced many swordsmanship competitions, and his mentality must be much more stable than his own - to be honest, he was a little afraid of her in his heart.

"It looks like you're enjoying all this." He could only reply with a reluctant smile.

"The mission my sister gave me is to protect your safety, and she didn't say that I would charge for your majesty, so why can't I enjoy this journey as a bystander?" Agnes asked back with a smile, "It is true that the conditions here are harsh and poor, and there is no way to compare with Paris, but at least we are experiencing a legend, and witnessing all this is more interesting than living in Paris every day, isn't it?"

Edgar was speechless for a moment.

You are really a good match for him. he thought.

In the silence, the carriage moved on, and after a while, he spoke again.

"What do you think of Your Majesty, Agnes?" he whispered.

"How about what?" Agnes frowned slightly, as if she didn't quite understand Edgar's question.

"I mean, what kind of person do you think he is?" Edgar explained.

"Well..." Agnes still frowned and seemed a little embarrassed, but after hesitating for a moment, she truthfully expressed her opinion, "I have to admit that he is the leader of our generation, although there are Sometimes arrogant and arrogant, sometimes rhetorical, but I have never seen a peer who is more powerful than him. From this point of view, he can get so many people's effectiveness is not just because of a surname... …”

Agnes' compliment was reserved, but Edgar was refreshed.

He knew Agnes' character, and it was already a very high evaluation for this proud young girl to praise a peer like this.

That is to say, she may not realize it herself, but she has been a little convinced by His Majesty.

This subtle psychology is naturally a hundred and eighty thousand miles away from love, but Edgar is a master of romantic love affairs in the Parisian social circle. He is not good at other things, but he can call himself an expert in this field.

As long as there is a seed, as long as there is a flame, it will be easy!

"He has the qualifications to be proud." Edgar was not impatient, but nodded indifferently.

Then, he sighed again, "Alas! It's a pity, such a good person is Your Majesty!"

"Huh? What are you pity for?" Agnes was puzzled by his reaction, "Isn't it a good thing that your lord is so powerful?"

"It's really good, but since you're the lord, it's unattainable." Edgar shook his head dejectedly, "Since marrying me, Alice's only concern is you—she wanted to Looking for your future husband, but always sighing that no one around is worthy of you, alas, I think so too, those swingers in Paris, I look down on myself, how can they be worthy of you? Only that kind of surprise A talented young man who deserves to be side by side with Agnes..."

"What are you talking about...?!" Agnes seemed to understand something.

Her face couldn't hold anymore, she was embarrassed and embarrassed, "How could you say such a thing?"

"Did I say something wrong? As a sister and brother-in-law, is there any problem with caring about your sister's fate? Agnes, your sister has been worrying about you, and you should thank her." Edgar is innocent. He asked back, and at the same time deliberately used Alice as his shield, "Ah...Alice also sighed with me in private, if His Majesty is not His Majesty, it is a very, very ideal object, whether it is literary talent or swordsmanship, it is enough to make people Admired, she doesn't have to worry about it."

"What are you talking about now! Are you making fun of me?!" Agnes was furious and couldn't help interrupting her brother-in-law, "He is your majesty, can you assume anything? Could it be that you can grab it? Can't get his title? Also, I... I haven't thought about where to go, and you don't have to worry about it, you can just live your own life! Besides, Her Royal Highness Princess Teresa is by his side, I think They are a perfect match..."

This is what Agnes said in her heart. Since she met Teresa, although she has very little contact with the Princess, every time she meets her, Her Royal Highness treats her with courtesy, humility and kindness, never letting her feel the slightest bit. Not happy, so she had a pretty good impression of Teresa.

Agnes' words made sense, but Edgar heard something else.

Hehe, just to worry about Princess Teresa?

That's just a trivial obstacle.

Edgar sneered inwardly.

He and his father planned secretly and made up their minds long ago to use Agnes to stabilize his position in His Majesty's heart. Even if there is no flaw at all, he does not intend to give up, let alone take advantage of it.

He played so many tricks to deceive Agnes to His Majesty's side, and there was no Princess Teresa to obstruct it.

Just between the two of them talking, the marching team stopped and started camping on the spot.

The sky had grown dark, and officers and soldiers had begun pitching tents and lighting bonfires on the flat ground between the hills. There were still people patrolling here and there, and this was the end of today's march.

Edgar put away the sketchbook in his hand and looked at Agnes again.

"I'm going to see Your Majesty, do you want to come with me?" he asked leisurely.

"No!" Agnes replied with her head raised, looking puffed up. "Just go if you want to be flattering, it's not my job! Also, don't mention these words to me again, Alice is just worrying!"

"Okay, then you have a good rest, I'll go first." Edgar stood up, then bowed gracefully to the girl, "See you later, Miss Agnes..."

He was not in a hurry at all, and even found that feeling of ease.

Compared with the usual arrogant and determined Agnes, he has more experience in dealing with such a temperamental young lady.

He got out of the carriage, then asked an officer about Aegron's location, and walked straight over there.

At the door of Aigron's tent, he met Andre Davout, the captain of the guard who was patrolling around the tent vigilantly, watching the surrounding environment with falcon-like eyes.

"Good evening, Andre." He greeted Andre.

"Good evening, Edgar." Andrei recognized him immediately. "Are you here to see His Majesty?"

"Yes, I want to see him," Edgar said, flashing the sketchbook in his hand. "According to his instructions, I have drawn the route and terrain along the way."

"Great, please wait!" Andrei walked into Aegron's tent and informed him immediately.

Soon he came back, "Your Majesty, please come over."

"Thank you, Andre." Edgar nodded, in a very good mood.

So, Edgar walked to Aigron's tent.

Aegron's tent was larger than the others, but the furnishings inside were also very simple - in the center was a table with some papers on it and unfinished dried salted fish. Lights hang from the stand, along with some personal items, next to a simple camp bed.

"Good evening, Edgar." Aigron nodded to Edgar, "Are you still used to it along the way?"

"When I think of marching with you, I am filled with passion, Your Majesty." Edgar replied immediately, "I am so excited along the way, I wish I would give everything for you now!"

"Very good, I like this energy." Although Aigron didn't believe Edgar's words, of course he was very happy with the compliment of the other party, "Don't worry, I don't need you to give everything, Edgar. You only need Just follow my instructions and do your part."

"I'm done now." Edgar replied, handing the sketchbook he drew today to Aegron.

Agron flipped roughly, then nodded. "Okay, it looks like you've done your job today. You've drawn well, Edgar."

He intends to save these pictures for archives. After all, he is going to march and fight, and the control of the terrain is the most important. Aegron hopes to record the local terrain and road conditions as soon as possible whenever he goes to a place. Degas's specialties can be regarded as making the best use of them.

"It is my duty to complete the task you explained, and it is not worthy of praise." Edgar shook his head and looked at the young man respectfully.

After saying these clichés, he did not quit, and Aigron was a little strange.

"Anything else, Edgar?"

"Your Majesty... This expedition, you will be lonely without Her Royal Highness by your side, right?" Edgar asked in a low voice, "If you don't dislike it, while I'm collecting winds along the way, I can help you in the local area by the way. Looking for beautiful women to relieve your fatigue when you have time..."

Agron's eyes suddenly widened.

He really did not expect that Edgar would make such a proposal to her on the first day of the trip.

Does this guy think of himself as some kind of hungry ghost?

Well... Although it is true that he has a bad track record in this regard, he really does not have such self-control.

There are so many important things to do, how can you take care of such a thing?

"Why did you suddenly think of saying this?" Although Aegron didn't lose his temper directly, he frowned slightly, obviously very unhappy, "Now that we are marching and fighting, I don't have time to pay attention to this!"

"As far as I know, when the late emperor was on his expedition to Egypt, he was not busy gnawing on sand, but found a beautiful woman there..."

Agron was at a loss for words.

Because he knew that Napoleon had indeed done it.

At that time, Napoleon was alone and lonely, and he heard that his wife Josephine was constantly cheating in the country, so he was furious and found a mistress in Egypt.

The mistress was Pauline Furres, the 20-year-old wife of Lieutenant Jean-Noel Furres of the 22nd Chasseur Regiment. She was with her husband at the time, only to be taken by Napoleon to his command. bed.

However, at that time, Napoleon had more than 30,000 people in his hands, and he was an elite French army, but he had only one tenth here, and he was a patchwork army! Can it be the same on both sides?

"Even if I need to hit his sign, then I don't need to repeat everything, right?" Aegron laughed angrily, and then asked the other party. "Does it mean that I need to find a Greek woman to be worthy of this expedition? Edgar, now that I have enough urgent matters, don't make trouble for me, and do your own work with peace of mind! "

Edgar's expression suddenly turned pale, and he seemed to be frightened by Aegron's stern rebuke.

"Your Majesty... I'm sorry, this is just a suggestion. If you think it's wrong, don't take it to heart." He quickly bowed to apologize to Aegron, "Okay, I will pay attention to my words and deeds in the future, please forgive me. !"

He was so old that he was not in a hurry, as long as he left a vague impression in the hearts of His Majesty and Agnes.

He knew there was still a long way to go.

"Your Majesty, then I'll retire first." He politely bid farewell to the young man, and then walked out of the tent.