Eagle’s Glory

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

Under the warm clear sky, Eggron replied in a calm but extremely firm tone.

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

There was no room for compromise—Mr. Gordon made this judgment just by looking at the other person's expression and eyes.

The middle-aged man did not expect that the boy in front of him was still so young, but he already had such a firm willpower and the confidence to firmly believe that he was right.

Although he was much softer and more handsome than his father, but this look could not help but remind people of that person.

Is this the fate that France cannot escape? There will always be these monsters who can confuse people's hearts and make her go through life and death!

He couldn't help letting out a sigh.

"This poor nation... She has done something wrong, God always calls her doom!"

Phoenix Gordon, as a person who has never left the French political arena since his youth, has witnessed almost all the major events that have happened in France over the past thirty years.

As a young man, influenced by the Enlightenment, he was a staunch supporter of the revolution, and during the high tide of the revolution he participated in republican activities.

But with the bloody massacres of the Great Revolution, and the leaders of various factions in the National Assembly killing each other again and again, he began to doubt everything he believed in before, and then changed from a republican to a supporter of a constitutional monarchy.

Although he began to be active in the political arena during the imperial era and was 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 militarism and believed that the war that had lasted for many years should end soon. 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 the king and the extravagance of the princes and nobles; but he also believes that radical revolutions, greedy expansion, and militaristic empires It will definitely not bring the future to France.

He is eager to take a path of moderation. Although this path is not so glamorous, it can also end the bloody counter-offensives, 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 camp of the Duke of Orleans.

It is true that the Orleans family has many stains. They have repeatedly betrayed their promises, betraying both the royal family and the revolution. I will not forget that they fled from France in a moment of national crisis while playing with the wind——

However, he believes that the Duke of Orleans himself is the most suitable candidate to lead France to the middle road.

He is a branch of the French royal family and one of the highest-ranking nobles, but his living habits are very common, and his daily life is simple. Be loyal to family. He does not have the arrogance and extravagance of the royal family, the bloodthirsty madness of the revolutionaries, and Napoleon's great success. If he ascends the French throne, France will usher in an extremely rare era of peace.

calm! That's all he thinks France needs.

[In history, after the success of the Duke of Orleans usurping the throne in 1830, he once said bluntly in a speech in Parliament that "we are following the path of the mean". 】

In order to achieve this goal, he devoted himself to the command of the Duke of Orleans, devoting himself to making suggestions, running around, trying his best to expand his prestige and influence, and to seek the favor and acquiescence of the European powers. In this regard, he has made great efforts. less achievement - even if he is not a person who likes to take credit,

He couldn't help being complacent about it sometimes.

This time he was appointed by the Duke to come to the capital of Austria to carry out a mission. The mission itself has been successfully completed, but before going back, he had a whim—if he could convince the leader of the Bonapartists, who was left in Schönbrunn Palace, Napoleon's heir, let him accept national reconciliation and give up his status as a pretender to the throne, and even persuade him to support the Orleans family, wouldn't it be a more worthwhile trip?

If he succeeds, it will not only be a great contribution to the Duke of Orleans, but also an indelible contribution to the prosperity and peace of this nation.

However, after only a few words, he knew that he had completely failed, a complete failure. My own ideas did not get any response from the young man, and the negotiation conditions that were carefully thought out, the other party didn't even bother to bargain, could only be reduced to ridiculous wishful thinking.

What else can I say? What else can I do?

He bowed his head.

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

"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 rights." Aigron replied without thinking, "Maybe you're right , this is destined to be just a hopeless insistence, or even a rhetoric that is divorced from reality, but even so, I will never forget that I was born to rule this country, so just watch me drown in this dream!"

So, no hope. Phoenix Gordon could only sigh.

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

"What does it mean to be born to rule? Have you forgotten that your ancestors were only islanders of a small island? The Bonaparte family was not even French a few decades ago! Didn't your father take advantage of the revolution to destroy this country?" Timing, launched a coup and stole this country? What qualifications does he have to pass on France to you as a private property?" Angry and heartbroken, he was no longer as polite as before, "Could it be that the Bonaparte family will not Spare this poor country? She has shed enough blood!"

"You're right about this, and I don't deny it, but, is this only the responsibility of the Bonaparte family? You think too highly of us." Aigron was not angry, but sneered, "That's right, The Bonaparte family was just a group of islanders decades ago, and they became French only thanks to the grace of His Majesty Louis XV. However, the Bonaparte family has no crystal ball and no magic. It can't hypnotize 30 million people and let them Didn’t the French choose to kneel down and dedicate themselves to the throne? The war began in the Republic era, and the guillotine was carried forward by the Revolutionary Party. How can Bonaparte be blamed?”

As he spoke, the smile on his face deepened, "So, it is the French who choose to bleed, and then enshrine the person who can best lead them to bleed. If the French like to bleed, then you can blame Bo What about the Nabal family? They chose everything by themselves, we must respect the choice of the nation, and you are self-righteously guiding a nation, aren't you, sir?"

"You...you..." Aigron's words made Mr. Gordon speechless for a moment.

"Did I say something wrong? I live in Austria now, I don't have a single soldier in my hand, and I don't have a few coins. If the French abandon me, then I can't make any more splashes, and I don't have any money." 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 win me over." Aigron continued without haste.

"As you can see, all I can rely on is the choice of the French people themselves. If the French people themselves want to choose Bonaparte and want to regain the glory they once dreamed of, how can you block the choice of the nation? I suggest that you stop making unnecessary efforts to convince me, and 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 Isn't it ideal to spend six million a year?"

What a ruthless declaration! Mr. Gordon could not help gasping.

Back then in the National Assembly, he had seen too many more ruthless words, but he never thought that he would hear such contempt for a nation and such irresponsibility from a teenager who was only a teenager. declaration.

His eloquence was excellent, and what he said was hard to refute, but the more he was like this, the more he could feel his indifference to the French, just like Napoleon often did.

Heir indeed, nothing has changed.

The more beautiful the smile on the young man's face, the more ferocious and frightening he looked at this moment.

It's time to end.

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

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

The two were speechless and bid farewell silently.

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

He continued to take Chanel and resumed the interrupted walk.

"Your Highness, what did that guy tell you just now? You look unhappy..." Chanel asked courageously.

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

Chanel's expression was suddenly filled with horror and horror, she opened her eyes wide and looked at Aigron in amazement.

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

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

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

"So you see, if the French themselves are willing to bleed, who can blame us?" Aigron shrugged, and then muttered softly, "I don't agree, but they don't like it."

"Your Highness, what are you talking about?" Chanel couldn't hear clearly, so he asked again.

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

"It's just what I should do." Chanel blushed slightly, lowering her gaze.