As Agron had hoped, over the next few days, his body slowly began to recover. On the one hand, the recovery speed is due to his physical fitness after years of exercise; On the other hand, it is definitely thanks to the careful care of Chanel.

Because he regarded Agron as the monarch and the object of revenge at the same time, Chanel took care of him with great enthusiasm, and was by his side almost all the time, lest anything else go wrong with him.

Since he was able to get out of bed, Aglon did not stay in his room, and from time to time he ran out and wandered among the buildings and gardens of Schönbrunn Palace.

That morning, he took Chanel with him to wander in the shade of the Botanical Garden.

It's the beginning of July, and it's the height of summer, so it's a little hot in the morning, but because they're in a grassy botanical garden, they feel pretty good.

The palace was enlarged by Maria Theresa, the heiress of the Habsburgs, in order to spend her life with her sweetheart, the Duke of Lorraine, the world's first son-in-law. Teresa, who inherited the family business after her father's death, was determined to build a court for herself, her husband, and her future children, so she let all her rosy imagination run wild here.

She collected exotic flowers and plants from all over the world and decorated them in the botanical garden, and built a zoo to feed all kinds of exotic animals for her family's enjoyment, and the palace was built for 40 years until the year of her death.

When people in later generations mention the word "Germany", it is easy to think of images such as "iron blood" and "rigidity", but the palace where the most orthodox German monarchs, the Habsburg family, who have long occupied the throne of the Holy Roman Empire, live in has nothing to do with these images, but is full of beauty and elegance, but has something in common with France.

Perhaps it is precisely because of their envy that they deliberately imitate the extravagance of the French.

"Chanel, do you know......" Agron, who was in the mood, suddenly spoke.

"Your Highness?" Chanel was startled.

"He went to Vienna twice, once in 1805 and once in 1809, and then he stayed here twice." Aiglon casually pointed to the grand palace behind the two of them, "If it weren't for this boldness, the Habsburgs would never have dedicated their princess to him, and I wouldn't exist." Want...... He's been here with us before, hasn't he? ”

"Of course." A hint of sarcasm and joy appeared on Chanel's face. "After all, he'll want to appreciate it, too."

"It's the same, but it's not the same. He was the conqueror then, and the whole palace was the spoils of war at his feet, and I was trapped in it, and here was my cage. "To be sure, I'm not treated badly, but I'm afraid I'm a living proof of his and his imperial disgrace to the Austrian Emperor," he said, looking up at the Emperor of Austria...... He hoped that that period of history, that scar, would disappear forever and that no one would remember it again. ”

Unlike his usual cold appearance, Agron's tone was full of mockery and acerbity.

Although he has practiced the ability to be moody and insensitive in this palace over the years, he is still a person with normal communication needs after all, so after having someone he trusts by his side, he can say what he wants to say unscrupulously and vent the resentment that has been suppressed for many years.

Yes, there is no practical effect on the mouth, but it is a psychological decompression. After a few days together, Aglon felt a lot more comfortable.

After a moment of laughter, Chanel took the folded newspaper from his pocket and unfolded it.

Founded in 1703, the Vienna Zeitung is one of the oldest newspapers in the world and the official media for the Austrian government's official announcements.

Naturally, the official newspaper inevitably has many high-sounding meaningless and even contradictory clichés, but it also truthfully records the news that the official thinks can be published, so it has become a channel for Aiglon to learn about the outside world.

In the past, because of his young age and the need to be educated in a private tutor's group, his guardian, Count Dietrich Stein, did not let him touch the newspaper, but since he was injured in a fall from a horse, his usual schoolwork activities have had to stop, in order to pass the time, he asked the Count to subscribe to the official newspaper, and after a little consideration, the Count agreed to his request - perhaps in his opinion, His Royal Highness the Duke has gradually grown up, and indeed cannot be isolated from the outside world all the time.

So he took Chanel out for a walk every day, and reading the newspaper by the way became his new habit.

However, although he won this hard-won right, there is not much in the newspapers that can interest him.

It was only 1826, another mediocre year after the end of the Napoleonic era, when the whole continent fell silent and a new storm was brewing.

What makes it seem like the world is still changing, but it's happening in the Americas, when the remnants of the Spanish army in Callao surrender to Bolivar the Liberator at the beginning of that year, and the Latin American War of Independence was finally won.

European domination of the Americas collapsed with the collapse of the Spanish Empire, and a new American order dominated by the great powers of North America seemed to be slowly coming to the people.

It's just that no one cares about that fledgling nation on the edge of civilization yet, and Aglon has no interest in paying attention to things thousands of miles away.

Just as he put away the newspaper and was about to continue his walk, he noticed a group of people walking towards him.

He glanced around alertly, handed the newspaper to Chanel, and then looked at the people who were approaching him.

As the distance between the two sides narrowed, he saw the leader of the group, who was Alfred von Genz, a close aide to Prime Minister Metternich.

He was also looking at himself, and at the same time he was talking to another person next to him.

And the people around him, Aiglon didn't know, but judging from Mr. Gentz's attitude, it seemed that he was definitely not a small person.

So a diplomat? Aglon thought to himself.

But if it's a diplomat, what reason is there to come to yourself? He still didn't quite understand.

While he was thinking, Mr. Gentz walked up to him with the people around him.

"Your Highness, I heard that you are out for a walk, so we came to look for you, hoping not to disturb you, Your Highness." Then Mr. Gentz bowed to him with his usual politeness and indifference.

"It's okay, it's just...... Is there anything you guys are up to? Igron asked, confused, "No one informed me who I was going to meet with today." ”

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, but it was our guest who insisted on asking to come and see you, so I had to apply at short notice, and I didn't have time to inform you in advance, please forgive me." Mr. Gentz replied hurriedly.

"Forget it this time, please don't have a next time." Agron replied coldly.

Although he was not polite on the surface, he was not angry, because what was happening now made him feel a little surprised.

It is clear that it is absolutely unusual for one person to be so accommodating to a close aide to the Prime Minister.

Mr. Gentz had just described him as a "guest", so he was probably not Austrian - so could it be some kind of diplomatic envoy?

Puzzled, he looked at the other party carefully.

This is a middle-aged man of about forty or fifty years old, tall, ruddy complexion, broad forehead, deep eyes, although the dark brown hair is slightly thin, but it can still be seen that he used to look good when he was young. At the same time as the boy looked at him, he also looked at Aglon at the same time, his eyes were sharp and sharp, and he could see that he was sophisticated and scheming.

"My name is Phoenix-Gordon, and I'm not a diplomat, just a civilian, Your Highness." Before he could ask any questions, he saluted the boy respectfully, "I have come to Vienna on a journey, and I was about to leave, but on a whim, I wanted to come and visit you, so that my visit would be worthwhile, so I asked Mr. Genz to accommodate me...... I hope you don't get angry. ”

"I don't believe that any passerby can accommodate Mr. Gentz." "If you're not a diplomat, you're probably a terrible person, or a dangerous outlaw. ”

Choked by him like this, the two people opposite couldn't help but look at each other and smile.

"You're going a little bit too far." After laughing, Mr. Gordon calmly replied, "But maybe it's not without reason. ”

"Well, even outlaws are more interesting than mediocre." Aglon spread his hands, "So is there anything about your visit to me?" ”

"For no other reason than a curiosity—what did Napoleon's son look like?" Mr. Gordon replied indifferently, "Although I had heard the descriptions of Mr. Metternich and Mr. Gentz before, my strong curiosity drove me to see it with my own eyes. ”

Aglon froze.

Not just because of what he said, but also because of the language he spoke – this time he had switched to French.

There is no doubt that the aristocracy of the European continent will speak French these days, and a veteran of the diplomatic arena like Mr. Gentz is even more proficient, but it is absolutely meaningful to go out of his way to speak French in front of him.

Egron glanced at Gentz and saw that he was still expressionless, with no intention of stopping him, so his heart became even more curious.

The slight excitement and uneasiness left him a little distraught, but he quickly recovered and calmly looked at the other man again.

"Then you've seen it now." He also answered in French. "What advice do you have?"

Mr. Gordon did not answer immediately, but continued to look at the boy, sometimes thoughtfully, and seemed to have a lot of emotion.

"I really didn't expect that there would only be so little left of the ashes of twenty years." Suddenly, he let out a small exclamation. "Poor France, everything is in vain!"

Aglon frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"In fact, Monsieur Gordon is an important assistant to His Excellency the Duke of Orleans." Mr. Gentz, who was impatient, added. "He probably remembered something from the past."

"Duke of Orleans......" Aiglon suddenly stopped.

"You see, everybody can't escape the label on their head." Phoenix-Gordon smiled bitterly, "Your Highness, he is right, but my visit to you this time is really just a whim of my own, not an order from His Excellency the Duke...... Can you enjoy it for a few more moments? I'd like to talk to you a little bit more. ”