Eagle’s Glory

"Shut up, old lady!"

Agnes interrupted the teacher with an angry roar.

But Bianca didn't have any fear or anger. She just looked at the blushing Agnes again with interest, "What? Are you shy?"

Agnes looked at her angrily, as if she wanted to beat up the teacher with her eyes.

"It seems that you are really tempted... Hey..." Bianca sighed leisurely, "I am very curious, who is that guy? He can actually steal my apprentice's heart. Since he He is already married, so he must be quite young..."

Bianca frowned, "However, it's not necessarily true. If they are from a royal family, they usually get married very early. My apprentice is so beautiful and outstanding, so it is natural for him to be attracted by a prince..."

Bianca just said it casually, but Agnes was frightened when she heard it.

In her own heart, she had mixed feelings about that hateful young man. She hated his rude actions and gritted her teeth, but she could not forget those memories.

The scene of being forcibly held in his arms when they went hunting together often appeared in her dreams, making her extremely angry, but she couldn't get rid of it.

But no matter what, she knew in her heart that since he was married, there would be no results between the two of them.

She had heard that Princess Teresa was pregnant before, and counting the time, it should be almost the due date now.

She could understand the guy's choice - the Bonaparte family needed a princess to continue their bloodline, especially when they were still coveting the throne, and no one could doubt their bloodline.

There was happiness, helplessness, and sadness, but no matter what, she could accept the result.

"Don't mind my business...Teacher." The anger on Agnes's face slowly disappeared, and then she sighed slightly sadly, "I can handle it myself."

"Really?" Bianca was a little doubtful.

After a moment, she nodded again, "Well, since you are so insistent, I won't ask any more questions. In short, if you are in the mood in the future, tell me who that guy is. I want to see if he is worthy. Being enamored by you - the worst thing I can do is give you a break and let him know what a good girl he has lost!"

"Come on,

You may not be able to win her over yet..." Agnes replied angrily.

"Why, is it possible that he is also a master of swordsmanship? This is really rare." Bianca was a little curious. "You say that and I am even more curious. I have to weigh him to see if you are bragging."

"There are so many strong people in this world. Isn't it normal for someone to be that powerful?" Agnes asked back, "Even you, teacher, were beaten and injured and returned home defeated?"

"You! What a traitor!" Bianca was so angry that her eyes burned when she mentioned her own pain. "It seems I can't help but teach you a lesson!"

Agnes chuckled.

"Teacher, please don't be impulsive. After all, you have been injured before, and I don't want to take advantage of others. If you want to teach me a lesson, of course I will accompany you, but it's best to wait until you return to your prime."

"You little girl, you are getting more and more sharp-tongued. I don't know who you learned this from." Bianca laughed angrily and couldn't help but stretched out her hand to pinch Agnes's face. "No wonder my sweetheart was betrayed by someone." If you snatch it away, I would find someone cuter if it were me."

"I didn't learn this from you, teacher! I will be an old girl for the rest of my life!" Agnes retorted unconvinced.

When the master and the disciple quarreled, although each of them spoke mercilessly, the two did not burst out with real anger. Instead, they had a warm feeling of sympathy for each other.

Bianca withdrew her hand, straightened her clothes that had become messy due to the competition, and then gave instructions to her apprentice.

"Agnes, the teacher is not joking. After all, the two of us are masters and apprentices. We have been in love for many years. I will be happy to kill one or two people for you. When will you want me to help you remove obstacles? , just tell me."

"No need! I won't do that kind of despicable thing! I would rather not get it than to put down my dignity and steal it." Agnes refused without thinking, "Besides, I have always been so arrogant, wouldn’t it be a joke if I still ask for help when things get tough?”

Bianca could only shake her head helplessly, but she was a little relieved.

"I have always regretted choosing you instead of your sister, but looking at it now, I didn't choose the wrong person."

"You only know how to judge people by their appearance. You and I are different..." Agnes retorted again.

"Really?" Bianca asked with a smile, "Is your sweetheart handsome?"

Agnes was at a loss for words and could only reply loudly through gritted teeth, "He is not my sweetheart!"

"Pfft hahahaha..." Bianca laughed. "I want to meet that guy more and more! I hope I have a chance."

Then, the master and apprentice walked out of the room together and returned to the hall.

At this time, Edmond Dantès had also recovered a little strength. Although his whole body was still aching, he could stand up without relying on the sword as a crutch.

Seeing his pale face and trembling body, Agnes suddenly felt distressed.

"Mr. Earl, are you feeling okay? Shall I find a doctor for you?"

"It's okay, Miss Agnes." Edmund forced a smile, and then replied with a trembling voice, "I can still bear it. When we go back, I will call the doctor myself, so I don't need to trouble you."

"Sir, you are not an excellent swordsman, but you are a real man." Bianca also walked up to Edmund and praised him, "In my opinion, willpower is more important than skill in swordsmanship. Importantly, although you have missed the best time to study, you have the willpower to work hard. As long as you are determined to use your remaining talents to become a powerful swordsman, you will do it. I congratulate you in advance. You."

"Thank you for your compliment, madam." Although he knew that the other party was his enemy, Edmond Dantès still felt a little complacent about the other party's compliment.

He doesn't care if he can become the best swordsman, as long as he is strong enough.

"I don't have much time or patience to teach you. Just treat tonight's fight as a lesson. How much you can learn from it depends on your own ability - I think judging from your performance just now, You will definitely make progress." Bianca continued to explain to him, "You can ask Agnes for more advice in the future. She is much more patient than me and will be a good helper for you."

After she finished speaking, she asked, "Is your current health suitable for going home? Do you want to rest at my place for a night?"

Edmund knew that this was the most standard social rhetoric, and its true meaning was "you can go" - now that she knew that he was not Agnes's real sweetheart, Bianca had no interest in him.

So he smiled bitterly, "Don't worry, I can move around, at least I can get up and down on a horse without any problem -"

"Stop being brave! Come with me!"

Agnes became impatient, grabbed Edmund's hand without any explanation, and then supported him and walked out together.

When going downstairs, Edmund only felt throbbing pain all over his body. Almost every step down was a kind of torture, and he was even more grateful for Agnes' help at this time.

"Miss Agnes... you are so kind," he said with great emotion.

"Don't be polite. It's me who brought you here today. In other words, I am responsible for you being beaten so badly. Since I didn't try my best to prevent you from being beaten, at least I should give you a little help now - " Agnes answered without thinking.

Then, as if she was comforting the count, she continued, "Also, I ask you not to hold grudges against my teacher... She has a weird temper and always does such inexplicable things. She is definitely not targeting you intentionally. Moreover, she has a weird temper. , I can assure you that she has no hostility toward you. On the contrary, she is really optimistic that you can become an excellent swordsman in the future, but you just can't reach the top... She even feels a little sorry for this, because you are so good. His talent was wasted."

Edmund listened quietly, while looking at Agnes' serious defense face.

He did not change his view of Bianca because of Agnes's defense, but he was full of respect for Agnes herself.

What a nice girl...

Mercedes was also so kind and honest back then.

Although it seems humiliating to Agnes to compare Mercedes, an orphan girl from a fisherman's family, with a princess like Agnes, for Edmund, "like the original Mercedes" , is the highest compliment he can find in his heart for a girl.

Although it's a bit ridiculous, this is his obsession.

So he became even more unwilling to let Miss Agnes face that painful choice.

Edmond Dantès couldn't think of a solution for a while. He felt not only pain in his body, but also in his head.

"Earl? Can't you walk anymore?" Agnes noticed Edmund's abnormality, "Then let's take a rest?"

"It doesn't matter, let's go back as soon as possible..." Edmund reluctantly controlled his mind, and then answered in a cold sweat.

It doesn't matter if you can't think of a solution now, there are more important things to do first.

With Agnes's support, Edmund walked downstairs, then took her carriage and returned to Edmund's mansion along the original road.

Although his whole body ached, Edmund still concentrated on the way back and remembered the way he had just walked.

Going back and forth once or twice was enough for him to keep this route in mind, and he would never miss anything again.

It wasn't until she sent him home that Agnes said goodbye to Edmund, "Goodbye, Earl. You can recover from your injuries these days. I will come to visit you again after a while."

"Miss Agnes, will I have a chance to see you again next time?" Edmund asked quickly.

"You still dare to see her?" Agnes seemed a little surprised, and then laughed again, "Okay, let me take a look. If I have a chance, I will tell her again."

"Okay, I'll save you the trouble." Edmund smiled and waved to Agnes, "Goodbye, Miss Agnes."

"Goodbye, sir." Agnes said goodbye to Edmund on her knees, then turned and left.

Watching her leaving back, Edmund was smiling on the outside, but he was filled with emotion in his heart.

Your Majesty has a grudge against Bianca, and Bianca is Miss Agnes’s teacher. If Agnes knows everything about it, she will inevitably be in a dilemma. No matter what the outcome is, I am afraid it is not what she wants. To be seen.

So, either keep it secret from her from beginning to end, so that she doesn't know all this.

Or find a way to ask His Majesty to show mercy and spare Bianca's life.

Both solutions were difficult and dangerous, and a little carelessness could cost him forever the respect and friendship of Agnes, or make him a disloyal minister to His Majesty.

Neither of these are the results he wants to see.

It can be said that this is walking on thin ice for him.

But even so, he wanted to give it a try, not for anything else, just for the respect and help Miss Agnes gave him.

He struggled with his sore body and returned to the study, and then patiently wrote his monthly report to His Majesty.

In this report, he wrote exactly how he met Bianca and how he was "taught" by Bianca afterwards. He also analyzed Bianca's character and behavior, and even He also drew a simple map showing the location of Bianca's apartment - he knew that these things would definitely make His Majesty appreciate his achievements in the past month.

Of course, attached to the report was Edgar's painting.

Even if you don't consider the murderous intent contained in it, this is still a work of artistic value.

After writing the letter in a special secret language, Edmund carefully sealed the envelope and stuffed it into a special box.

Then, he called the servant assigned to him by the Marquis of Treville to come to him.

Because they had been together for a while, Edmund was already familiar with him, and the situation between the two of them became more and more smooth.

"Send this letter out." After seeing the servant, Edmund ordered him directly.

Then he pointed to a painting next to him and said, "Also, send this painting with the letter."

The servant looked at the painting subconsciously, and then he was shocked to find that there was actually his mistress and her sister in it.

But he didn't dare to ask any more questions and immediately withdrew his doubtful gaze.

Logically speaking, oil paintings can be rolled up and taken away, but because this painting was just created and has not yet dried, it cannot be taken away in this way, so he simply took the frame directly and put it together. Sealed into a large box.

At night, these things will be loaded into the carriage, and then leave the city of Paris and travel a long way to the hands of its real owner.

That young man will truly determine the fate of Bianca and all of them in the future.