On the way, because there were more than 100 elite cavalry soldiers in the team, robbers and bandits did not dare to come forward, which made the road smooth and at the same time made Ernst a little boring.

The route home was Rome-Florence-Bologna-Venice, followed by direct entry into the territory of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, starting with Villach and following the official road towards Vienna.

The journey from Rome to Florence was about a day and a half, and Ernst and his party arrived in a hurry before dark, and with the Pope's letter, living was not a big problem.

Inside the luxurious carriage, Ernst, who was in a daze, was woken up softly:

Rubbing his eyes and looking at the young and handsome English chamberlain (butler) in his twenties in front of him, Ernst asked with some doubts: "The Bonarroti family?" ”

"Yes, Lord Count, we are going to rest at House Bonaroti tonight."

Stretching his waist, Ernst thumped his numb legs, and then slipped out of the carriage under the service of Bert, the officer of the guard.

The cold air outside was very different from inside the carriage with a stove, and the icy snow crashed against Ernst's face and he couldn't help rubbing his hands and putting them to his lips.

"Madame Beyolai is reluctant to come out in such cold weather."

Madame Beaulay was Ernst's wet nurse, but now she was primarily responsible for the duties of Ernst's housekeeper, and was Ernst's greatest assistant in daily life, along with Bert, the chamberlain.

"Mrs. Beullay lives in the warm south, and she is not used to such a cold life."

Seeing Bert's explanation, Ernst couldn't help but smile: "I'm not to blame, but Bert, you are familiar with Madame Yulai." ”

"During training, Mrs. Bioulai often brought us food, and these are all stories that Mrs. Bioulai tells us in our spare time, and there are things about her."

"Did Mrs. Biulay tell me something about her youth? For example, love history and the like......"

As he spoke, the guards around him couldn't help but laugh when they thought of the chubby Mrs. Beoulay, but there was no ridicule or deliberate targeting in this smile, and some were just warm and cordial, just like the usual jokes of the family.

"The ghost weather in Florence is much worse than in Rome, and I don't know who said that Florence is the most beautiful city in Italy, is it because of the damn weather?"

Taking off his stiff gloves and taking a breath, one of the guards complained very disgruntled about the title of the most beautiful city in Florence, to which several guards began to make fun of him.

Looking at the noisy but very warm scene in front of him, Ernst couldn't help but smile, and glanced at Bert, the squire who had been silently following next to him, Bert seemed to understand what Ernst meant and began to explain the situation of the Bonarroti family.

"The Bonaroti family is a family with the title of earl, and the rise of this family dates back to two hundred years ago......"

Seeing that Bert had the meaning of a tirade, Ernst hurriedly dissuaded: "I am not interested in the matter of aristocratic history, let's talk about the current situation of this family!" ”

"Yes, this Count of Bonaroti is only in his thirties this year, he was succeeded to the title just a few months ago, he has two daughters, and he has no heir."

When he was still in Rome, Bert was already prepared for the nobles he might meet on the way, so he was very clear about their situation, and of course there were some secrets that he could not inquire about.

"No heirs? Could it be that the side ......?"

"There are a lot of side children, but it seems that Count Bonaroti has no intention of choosing from them."

Bert's words are not surprising to Ernst, who is like this, whether it is the East or the West, after all, you need to give all your things to all strangers who are not very familiar, I believe that no one will want to!

"It seems that he needs to put all hope in his wife's belly."

"Not so, there is news in Rome that the Count of Bonarroti seems to want his daughter to inherit the title, or the son of his future daughter."

This time, Ernst finally showed a little surprise, his daughter inherited the title, which was not in line with the national conditions, the king of Italy would not agree, and the Italian nobles would not agree.

"He's young, Lord Earl."

A word woke up the dreamer, yes, he was still young but in his thirties, and if he could wait for the birth of his grandson, then everything would be negotiable.

Shrugging his shoulders, Ernst said, "It's just that from counting on his wife's belly to counting on his daughter's belly, there is no difference." Fortunately, he is young and has the ability to wait, and I only hope that this painstaking Monsieur Earl will have good luck. ”

As the carriage creaked forward, Florence was in sight, and Ernst, who had just returned to the carriage, was reading a book when he saw Bert riding his war horse close to the window of the carriage.

"Lord Count, there is Florence ahead, would you like to go for a walk around the city?"

Glancing at the already gray sky, Ernst shook his head and said, "Let's go directly to the Bonaroti family!" I hope to be able to get back to Vienna as soon as possible. ”

"Do your bidding, Lord Count."

……

The Bonarroti family, a century-old family who owned thousands of acres of land in Florence and were employed by hundreds of peasants and servants, was a major member of the City Council.

The Count of Bonarroti was a young man who loved literature, and after inheriting the throne a few months ago, he longed for nothing more than to have a son, because, as rumored to be, he did not want to give everything he had, including titles and wealth, to unfamiliar relatives. But there was something wrong with the rumors, and he did not pin his hopes on his daughter, because he was the patriarch of the Bonarroti family, and he could not give his title and wealth to the children of other surnames.

Just when Count Bonaroti was worried about the matter of the heir every day, Ernst arrived, and received a letter from Ernst passing through this place, and the Count of Bonaroti cheered up and began to prepare for what was to come.

Of course, he is a nobleman, and everything will be managed by the butler, and the only thing he needs to do is to cheer up and give the distinguished guest the impression that the Bonarroti family is very welcoming.

For the busyness of the family, the two little angels of the Count of Bonaroti saw it, and they were very puzzled about who the guest was, and how much his father and mother valued him so much.

At the age of seven, when they were at their most innocent, the two sisters came to their mother's room, and looked at their mother, who was dressed under the service of a personal maid, and asked her sister, "Mother, who is Count Ernst?" ”

Seeing her two treasures enter the door, Countess Bonaroti motioned to her personal maid to stop what she was doing, pinched her little daughter's tender face and replied with a smile on her face: "Count Ernst is a prince of the Habsburgs and the second son of Archduke Ferdinand, the crown prince of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, and he is not an ordinary guest!" ”

"Prince of Austria-Hungary, then why is his title just an earl!"

Seeing her daughter's rare doubts about the aristocratic system, Countess Bonaroti was very happy to explain, she was the daughter of an Austrian nobleman, and she was very clear about the situation of the Austro-Hungarian royal family. However, after the explanation, she did not forget to ask her daughter not to say anything about it at the banquet.

Nodding ignorantly, feeling that the two little ones who had obtained the secret were very satisfied and left their mother's room, and looking at their backs, Countess Bonarroti couldn't help but shake her head, how good it would be if it was a son, it is estimated that her husband would not be as worried as he is now!