Eagle’s Glory

"No wait!"

Seeing the young man's embarrassed look, Leon and Andre couldn't help but smile at each other.

Although they did not know the specific relationship between Aigron and Her Royal Highness Princess Maria (let alone his bad relationship with Sophie), after the last experience, they secretly felt that the relationship between these two people was unusual.

And before leaving, they agreed to meet again in Milan, which further confirmed their inner thoughts.

Of course, they have no interest in interfering with His Majesty's private life, as long as he keeps a clear head and focuses on the family's business. To put it bluntly, how many of these princes and grandsons are not like this? When the Bourbon royal family was in exile, it didn't stop them from attracting bees and butterflies...

Now that they had talked about this, they didn't say any more and followed the order one after another, leaving Aigron alone in the room to rest.

However, although it was already late at night, Aigron was not very sleepy yet, and the thunder that came from outside from time to time made it even harder for him to fall asleep.

He simply walked to the bookshelf in the bedroom, looked for the books placed on it with the help of candlelight, and then randomly selected a history book about the Italian War from it and started reading.

He didn't know how much time passed, but just as he was looking at it in rapt attention, there was a sudden gentle knock on the bedroom door.

"Who?" Aigron put down the book and looked at the door alertly.

"Your Majesty, it's me." Andre Davout's voice came from outside the door again. "Is it convenient for you now?"

Aiglon was slightly confused.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't bother me anymore after coming so late at night - unless something unexpected happens. But judging from his tone, it didn't sound like something unexpected happened.

Forget it, don't think so much, just call him in and you will know.

So Aigron walked back to the door and opened it, letting Andre Davout come in alone.

"Andre, you came here all alone. Do you have anything to say?" Aigron asked impatiently.

"Your Majesty, I..." Andre Davout's expression became a little strange, "Since I came here, I suddenly felt restless. I always felt that someone was secretly watching us, or searching for us.

There is a feeling of danger approaching silently. "

"Hahahaha..." Aigron couldn't help but laugh, "Andre, when did you become so sentimental? When do you think no one wants to kill me? If you were restless because of this, you would have I should be unable to sleep every day.”

"That's what you taught me." Andre smiled sheepishly, "So I personally think it's ridiculous. Maybe it's because we've been on the run lately, so I've accumulated too much pressure and started to suspect dark ghosts. "

Then, he changed the topic, "But no matter what, your safety is the most important to us, and I have been given the important task of protecting your safety by you, so even if I may be overthinking it, I still I must remind you and brace yourself to face it.”

Then he laughed again, "It's funny, I experienced this feeling last time."

"Huh? Where?" Aigron asked.

"When facing Miss Agnes." Andre replied slightly awkwardly, "I challenged her to death or death. When the two of us stood face to face and were about to fight, she looked at me, and mine There was a creeping chill in my heart...that kind of scalp-numbing fear, which is very similar to today. Because of this, I can't pretend that nothing happened and run over to remind you."

"What? Do you mean Agnes is coming from France to kill me?" Agron couldn't help laughing again, "That's just right. I'm worried about the boring journey. If she dares to come, I will Catch her and keep her here to relieve my boredom!"

This slightly colored joke also amused Andre, "How is that possible! Miss Agnes has no reason to be your enemy, and she won't do this to you - I'm just worried about similar dangers." It just happened next to you. What's more, this time you are seeking revenge and treasure in a place that is hostile to you, which aggravates my worries. Don't forget, before you either had an army by your side, or you were If you stay in a place that is not hostile to you or gives you asylum, your personal safety will be guaranteed, but now you only have a few people with you, and no one can ensure your safety in Austrian territory."

Aigron also stopped smiling.

Maybe Andre's idea was just groundless, purely because of the recent accumulation of too much pressure and he began to think wildly; but his loyalty is worthy of praise.

So, he patted the other party's shoulder. "Okay, Andre, I understand, I will pay attention. In addition, if we really gain something this time, I hope you will be responsible for keeping and transporting them again, and never allow others to get involved."

During their previous expedition to Greece, Andre Davout had been given the important task of guarding his treasures. This time Aigron did not intend to be an exception. "Although Leon performed very well, he finally arrived. I have only been with you for half a year, and now the only person by my side that I can completely trust is you."

"Please rest assured." Andre Davout immediately nodded in agreement, "I will do my best to fulfill your wish!"

Then, he turned around and went back to rest, and Aigron closed the door again.

After this conversation, sleepiness had come to his mind and he began to feel sleepy.

However, his mood is not as relaxed as it seems. Although everything seems to be going well for him now, objectively he is also walking on thin ice. If he is not careful, he will fall into a situation of no return.

Andre Davout had a feeling of being surrounded by danger, and why didn't he himself? However, he has long been accustomed to this feeling.

If he had hesitated because of fear, he would have followed his grandmother's advice and found a place to get married and live in seclusion.

Now that he has embarked on this path, he should no longer have any fear, and no matter what happens next, he dares to face it head-on, because this is the path he has chosen.

He walked back to the bed and fell asleep peacefully.

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Time passed unconsciously, the weather changed from rain to sunny, completing the day and night cycles, and the citizens of Milan were enjoying their usual leisurely life, without feeling the arrival of a few uninvited guests at all.

Just like most cities in this era, the most prosperous areas in the city are always indispensable for the flower streets and willow lanes. People gather here to drink, gamble and have fun, day and night, doing those scandalous acts that blaspheme God.

In the early hours of the morning, these wanton carnivals gradually came to an end, and carriages galloped away from these flowery streets and willow alleys, preparing to return to their homes to rest.

An inconspicuous carriage was also mixed in among these carriages.

There were no signs on the carriage, and the horses looked quite ordinary. Because it was already very late, the driver was listless and just kept driving the horses forward according to the rhythm.

And in the small carriage, there was a passenger sitting at this time - he was about forty years old, but maybe because of long-term indulgence in drinking and sex, he looked older than he actually was, and his head was almost 30 years old. He was bald and his eyes were slightly bloodshot.

At this time, because he was drunk, he was half-awake, squinting his eyes, humming the ditty he had just sung while having fun, and his whole body still exuded a strong smell of alcohol.

Although his appearance is not amazing, the gemstone ring he wears on his hand is enough to prove that he is rich-this is also the confidence that he can enjoy this kind of life.

For more than ten years, he has become accustomed to this kind of life of feasting and enjoying during the day and sleeping among flowers and willows at night. This kind of life has also worn down his will and body. In his drowsiness, he may have forgotten where he came from. , What have you done before?

For him, this kind of life is exactly what he wants. He just wants to pack up all the dark memories of the past and bury them in the deepest part of his memory, and just live a life of debauchery.

Milan is a city surrounded by rivers and canals. These canals were built in the tenth century or even earlier. As time went by, the canal system became more and more complex. People designed special waterways for it and used locks one after another. to adjust the water level. In this era without trains and cars, canals were an important lifeline for the survival of this ancient city. Daily necessities such as food, clothing, housing, and transportation for Milanese people were imported through waterways. Even the marbles used to build Milan Cathedral were transported from canals. Come.

And suppose there are bridges on these canals, and the carriage is passing one of the bridges at this time.

In the dark night, the water under the bridge showed no reflections of people or horses, or even signs of flow. It was like slime as thick as a nightmare.

There was silence all around, and the lights of the houses not far away had been extinguished. Only the lights on the carriages were emitting a faint light, illuminating the road ahead and resisting the erosion of darkness.

Just as the middle-aged man was still drowsily recalling the entanglement just now, the carriage suddenly experienced a little annoying tremor, which woke him up slightly.

He subconsciously yelled and cursed, but he didn't take it seriously. After all, it was normal for the carriage to hit stones or bricks while driving at night.

However, he soon realized that something was wrong, because the carriage was slowing down slightly.

"What's wrong? You idiot! Why did you stop?!" The middle-aged man opened his eyes and yelled at the driver.

"Master, there seems to be something blocking the front." came the driver's aggrieved reply from the front.

The middle-aged man suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, and then he stuck his head out of the window, and then tried to use the weak light to see clearly what was in front of him.

He vaguely saw a large black shadow lying in front of the carriage, seemingly waiting for them to crash into it - and, due to the low visibility, the distance between the two sides was already very close at this time.

Are there any robbers trying to rob the road? An idea flashed through the middle-aged man's mind.

Then, an even more frightening thought occurred to him.

"Turn! Turn!" he shouted anxiously to the coachman, "Damn it, let's go back the way we came!"

Although he urged desperately, it was not easy to turn the carriage on the bridge now. Although the coachman tried hard to control the carriage, he could only deviate slightly from the route and still approach the black shadow.

At this time, both of them could see clearly that there was a carriage lying across in front of them, and beside the carriage, several people were standing in the darkness.

The middle-aged man couldn't see clearly what these people looked like, but the sight was enough to scare him out of his wits.

He Xin Yiheng picked up the pistol hidden in the carriage, then took advantage of the carriage to slow down, opened the door and jumped out.

These years of living in debauchery have made his body out of shape and his movements are no longer as agile as before. But at this moment, the danger has inspired him to a state that he has not had in many years, allowing him to regain a little bit of his former appearance.

He jumped down and landed on the wet mud beside the canal, which made his hands and feet feel warm and cool.

He ignored the dirt and wanted to run along the river without even rolling on the ground.

While running, he also fired a shot in the back - there is no doubt that such a shot could not hit anyone, but his purpose was not to hit the enemy, but to wake up the sleeping city.

In the blink of an eye, he performed all these actions, but his efforts soon failed again - at the same time as the gunshot, a dark figure who had been waiting here jumped out from under the bridge, and then took the He picked up a stick and hit him on the neck.

Such a heavy blow made him dizzy. He barely maintained his balance, and then wanted to run forward, but by this time the people behind him had already caught up, grabbed his arm, and took off his arm. He took out his pistol and punched him in the abdomen several times, causing him to vomit out almost all the food and wine accumulated in his stomach tonight, and he also fainted.

Then, each of them grabbed a hand and dragged him forcefully back to the carriage that was blocking the road. Soon, his traces in this world completely disappeared into the gloomy night.

The ancient canal under the bridge is still flowing quietly. It has witnessed too many tragedies and comedies in the world. The scene just now is not worth remembering.

After an unknown amount of time, the middle-aged man found that he finally saw the light again - in a daze, he found that he seemed to have been taken into a room and thrown onto the carpet.

With the help of candlelight, he found several people standing in front of him, led by a young man in casual clothes.

Although this young man looked gentle and handsome, not a vicious person, but after seeing him, the middle-aged man's eyes widened instantly, and there was only despair in his vision.

"Sir, you can make it easy for us to find him." As his lips moved, a shadow floated on the young man's face. He walked forward, and then stood calmly in front of him, looking down at him condescendingly. "However, the result is always satisfactory, and we still meet."