Eagle’s Glory

"Think about how disappointed Alice must be?!"

Edgar's rare stern words made Agnes suddenly speechless.

Although she was still not convinced, she couldn't refute it.

She has always been fearless, but the only thing she would never do is to "disappoint her sister"--Edgar is right, now including Alice, the Treville family has already respected the young man. People are the masters, so from the perspective of "vassal" versus "monarch", they really need to be respectful to each other.

And now, in this case, he should obey his orders even more.

With a guilty conscience, she could only soften her tone.

"Of course I don't want to disobey his orders, I just feel that I can take care of myself properly and I don't need to bother him."

"Oh, of course! Agnes, you are very powerful, I have always admired it." Seeing Agnes softened, Edgar chased after the victory, "but... you have to think about what we are doing now. It not only caused us trouble, but also caused a lot of trouble for Your Majesty. If everyone knew that a girl was marching with us, what would they think of you? So we can only try our best to control ourselves and not add to His Majesty. Trouble. I don't care. Since I have come here, of course I have to follow His Majesty's lead. I have to do whatever he wants me to do, not to mention moving the corpse. Even if I eat the corpse, I have to eat it! Likewise, You should also obey the assignments and orders, only in this way can you be worthy of my surname and yours, so as not to embarrass Alice, are you right?"

Agnes listened silently, unable to find words to rebut, until at last she answered vexedly.

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

hey, you know? You have absolutely no idea.

Edgar looked righteous on the surface, but he was completely snickering in his heart.

I have to say that although Agnes has excellent skills and a strong personality, she is still a little girl who is not familiar with the world. Act according to your own thoughts.

He knew that whether it was His Majesty or his wife and sister, they all looked down on him, but in the end, he was able to get the best of both worlds in a calm manner.

Although they are all amazing and talented, they are still too young after all...

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

He tried hard not to laugh, and continued to look at Agnes seriously. "It's good for you to know, Agnes. Next, I'm going to carry out the order that His Majesty gave me. I'll entrust my friend Andre Davout to handle it. If you need help, just ask him directly. Now, I think that kid admires you a lot..."

After he finished speaking, he waved gracefully to Agnes and left quietly.

Under Aigron's orders, his army continued to attack the remnants of the enemy forces that had retreated into the port of Nafpaktos. Under their ruthless pursuit, the remnants of the enemy, who had already suffered huge casualties, had to retreat quickly 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 who were unable to retreat because of injuries, they had to become his captives, and their fate was no longer up to them.

In this way, Nafpaktos officially fell into the hands of Aigron that afternoon.

After clearing the last remaining resistance, Aegron led his guards into this small port.

Compared with the glory of the year, today's Nafpaktos has become much depressed, and most of the military buildings have long been abandoned because of the departure of the Turkish fleet, leaving only a small number of parts used by the remaining garrison.

Along the shoreline of the harbor, there is a small fort, and next to the fort is a small fort, which was originally inhabited by the commander of the garrison, and after Aegron occupied it, he made the fort into his own. temporary residence.

Under the leadership of the guards, Aigron walked along the stone steps beside the breakwater to the fort.

Because of the departure of the fleet, this fort was basically abandoned, and most of the fort had no trace of the cannon. Even if there were few bronze cannons left, the barrels and the brackets below had long since been exposed to wind and rain. And rusted.

Aegron stretched out his hand and gently stroked the rough texture of the gun's body, then looked at the bay in the distance.

Looking around, there is a blue sea and blue sky in front of him. The smoke and fighting just now have dissipated. The cool sea breeze of the Mediterranean is blowing on his face. It was as if some spirit were congratulating him on his victory.

The hustle and bustle and slaughter have ended, and everything has returned to peace. Only the bullets and bloodstains scattered everywhere, as well as the dejected prisoners who were forcibly escorted away, are silently telling the last traces of the short battle just now.

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

"Andre, this is ours."

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

"Small victory, but it's what we must." Aegron nodded slightly.

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

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

Agron wanted to report to Teresa, of course, not just to show off his victory to his fiancée, he wanted Teresa in the back to spread his good news and let everyone know that Leichstein Duke Teresa fought for Christians in Greece.

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

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

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

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

He took the written letter and walked out of the room again. He saw the golden-red sunset outside the breakwater slowly falling into the sea. The afterglow of the sunset fell on the sea, and it was cut into countless pieces on the sea because of the division of the waves. , tumbling 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 this is!

He couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling the rush of motivation.

He knows that although he has won a victory temporarily, there are more and bigger challenges waiting for him.

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

Therefore, after receiving the bad news, they will definitely send the army to try to destroy themselves.

Then comes the real test for yourself.

He will not sit still, but will look for fighters and use his best efforts to repel or defeat the intruding enemy, and at that time, having won a new victory, it is enough to overcome all doubts about him.

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

Come, let me see the greater storm!

Facing the sea breeze, Aigron clenched his fists.

Just then, he heard footsteps from behind.

"Your Majesty!" Andre Davout's respectful voice came from behind. "Have you written your letter?"

"Well, I've already written it, you can take it to the person who arranged it for you, and it must be delivered as soon as possible—" Aigron said, turning around and 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 Andre Davout.

This man was wearing a simple military uniform and a military cap on his head. He was not tall, but his pretty face was full of heroic spirit, and his eyes were as sharp as a falcon. At this moment, he was looking at himself without flinching.

Although the other party's clothes were no different from ordinary soldiers, the slight bulge on the chest and the overly beautiful face betrayed his identity.

Although he had long known that Agnes was following, this was the first time Agron had seen her appearance since he left for the expedition - to be honest, he thought it was pretty good-looking.

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

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

Aigron could understand the other party's mood at the moment, so he did not continue to talk, but looked at Andre Davout.

Andre understood, and immediately reached out and took the letter from the young man's hand. "Your Majesty, I'll send them out right away."

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 place Miss Agnes first... "

"Well, I know, he has already told me." Aigron nodded and did not object. "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." Andrei agreed immediately.

Although the incident was somewhat unusual, his attitude was very enthusiastic, and he cooperated with Edgar's actions extremely positively.

When Edgar mentioned this to him, he didn't say what was in his heart, but Andrei was happy to see it happen-for him, it was simply a convenience to help Edgar settle Iger Niss is of course very good; but if His Majesty and Agnes really have an extraordinary friendship during the next time, 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 heart, he can almost represent the most dazzling couple of the entire French generation. If it wasn't for the arrangement of fate, maybe they should have become a couple.

Although he has now accepted in his heart the reality that Princess Teresa will become his mistress in the future, but——What if His Majesty has a little romance in private? Isn't this the right thing to do?

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

"Miss Agnes, do you have any comments?" Agron asked out of courtesy. "Although the conditions are simple, we can follow the rules of ladies first - now you can choose."

"I don't have any opinion, just follow Mr. Davout's arrangement." Agnes replied calmly. "I've never been picky."

"I think so too...that's the best." Agron made a gesture 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 they could not find faults, but also give them a chance to get along.

In order not to disturb the atmosphere at this time, Andre Davout took the letter and left immediately after he got the letter. He also specially ordered the other guards to stand farther away, so as not to interfere with His Majesty's view of the sea.

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

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

"I didn't expect things to become so strange... Haha..." After a while, Aegron used a few fake smiles to dilute the atmosphere at this time. "However, Miss Agnes, don't worry, I will do my best as a friend to provide you with the best hospitality—"

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

"Well... as you like." 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 respect me-"

"That being said... but my sister and brother-in-law swear allegiance to you after all." Agnes sighed. "So, for the sake of them, I'll still observe the proper etiquette—"

As she spoke, she took off the military cap on her head, and her blond hair poured down with it. "Your Majesty, good evening."