"I wish you a success in Austria, Your Highness."

Aegron held the wrinkled hand of the other party, "Thank you, I will work hard, Mr. Marshal."

Marshal Marmont was obviously a little depressed. He neither overwhelmed the young man on the other side in his momentum nor defeated the other party in the debate, so he felt frustrated in his heart.

Now that he is facing loss of power, he knows in his heart that his era has passed and the younger generation will fill the gap.

Talleyran once told him privately that he thought that the Roman king, who was almost adult, would achieve something. He was skeptical, but in his heart he hoped that he could really do something in Austria.

So when he visited Austria, he came over to see the old friend's son.

As a result, this visit was not a pleasant one. He found that he could not wash away the title of "betrayer" in front of this young man - this title will also accompany him for the rest of his life.

As His Highness said, only history can make a judgment.

"You may be the best solution to be an Austrian prince." He glanced at the young man in a gloomy manner, and then sighed. "Thirty years ago, the disputes in France were bloody; I think these disputes will never end in the next few decades, and whoever gets into trouble will be unlucky. Stay away from those vortexes, and you can get a peaceful and rich life. This may be God's last mercy for Bonaparte - Your Highness, take care of yourself."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

As he walked out the door, the officers waiting for him outside quickly stood up from the sofa, paid tribute to the marshal, and prepared to leave with him.

"Marson, can I invite you all for lunch?" Egron chased after him and asked Marshal Marmon. "After all, I haven't had a chance to meet the Frenchman for a long time."

The marshal turned around and looked at the young man. He was a little surprised at first, and then seemed to understand something.

Then, he hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Of course, your highness, this is our honor. But... please forgive me for being unable to participate. I will still go to meet Metternier and have lunch with them."

Then, he turned his head and looked at the officers in front of him sternly, "It is a rare honor for you to have a dinner with Your Highness. If anyone dares to disrespect Your Highness later, you will bear the consequences!"

"Yes!" These officers did not dare to neglect and stood attentive.

So Marshal Marmon left the room and left the officers behind.

Aegron looked around the officers. They were all in their thirties, wearing new uniforms, and were quite tall. They all looked like they had experienced the battlefield.

However, none of them dared to look at him now.

Aegron could understand their feelings - they had no idea what attitude they should deal with this young man with a very special identity, so they could only act respectfully and seriously and coldly.

If you have a great conversation with Napoleon's son, if you are sued for a lawsuit when you return to China, wouldn't it be a big problem?

"Everyone, I am really sorry, because I have put you in a dilemma because of my willful behavior." So he apologized with a smile, "But I think that eating a meal will not affect your future, and since the Marshal left you, he will not take this matter to heart... So, I suggest you let go of your concerns and treat it as a lunch and satisfy the curiosity of me, a poor man. For reasons you all know, I will always be full of favor and respect for the Fa** people."

After saying that, he signaled the officers to sit down again.

At this time, Chanel also came over with a plate and put the prepared meals on the coffee table one by one.

"This is just a light meal, so it's a bit simple, please don't mind." Aegron picked up the tableware, cut open the grilled chicken's belly, and then cut it into small pieces to eat. "Okay, let's start."

Driven by the young men, these officers also started to eat, but they were obviously a little restrained.

"Who are here, has anyone participated in the recent battle in Spain?" asked Egron.

What he called "Spain's Battle" did not refer to the war in the late empire's expedition to Spain, but the war in 1823 when the Bourbon royal family sent troops to help the Spanish Bourbon royal family quell the rebellion.

The officers looked at each other and nodded one after another.

"Oh! That's great, there's a group of real combat heroes in front of me." Aegron laughed immediately, "Can you tell me about your experience in combat? Just treat it as a dessert for lunch. I'm very interested in this kind of story. Gentlemen, can I satisfy my little curiosity?"

"Your Highness, if you don't mind, let me tell you about my experience in this war." At this time, an officer finally spoke and responded to Egron.

Aegron immediately looked at the officer.

His face is square and looks honest, but his eyes are very agile, and his shrewd light flashes at any time, proving that he is very scheming.

Perhaps because he has been traveling outside for many years, his skin is dark and his hands are covered with calluses, but his strong body looks particularly straight and looks energetic against the military uniform.

His eyes flashed, and a flattering smile appeared on his face.

It is obvious that he wants to take the opportunity to get in touch with himself.

Very good, dare to take risks, he likes such people.

Although this kind of guy who is tempted by the tendency to be inclined to be unpopular, it is also very useful. Especially since Egron urgently needs to accumulate connections, he looks at the other party very affectionately.

"Okay, please tell me!" He nodded.

Then, the officer Taotao started talking nonstop.

I have to say that he is not a good narration person, he has poor eloquence and a heavy French accent. Egron felt a little troubled to listen, but he still listened to the other party's story with the greatest enthusiasm.

When he was half full, the officer finally finished speaking, and then looked at the boy carefully like a student waiting for the teacher to judge.

"Thank you for telling me this, sir. I thank you for everything you have done for your country and admire your courage and perseverance." He laughed kindly, "I think that with a loyal and fearless guardian like you, France will be safe no matter who is on the throne."

Seeing Egron so kind, the officer was obviously flattered, and his smile was even more flattering. "Your Highness, I grew up in the era of the empire. Although he unfortunately left the world because of fate, he was still a hero. I eagerly hope that you can achieve great things in Austria and live up to his reputation."

Logically speaking, it was already a bit taboo for him to say these words. It seemed that he really wanted to make friends with him.

"Thank you, I will work hard." Aegron thanked again, then reached out and patted his shoulder friendly. "By the way, what's your name?"

The officer straightened his back and replied in a low voice, "Your Highness, my name is Morseff, Fernan de Morseff."

After hearing this name, Egron disregarded himself at first, and then suddenly, he seemed to be touched, and looked at the other person in shock, with his eyes becoming strange.

"Fernan de Molsev?"

"What's wrong with you, Your Highness?" The officer was a little confused by his performance. "Have you heard of my name..."

The boy's expression slowly returned to normal, but his vision was still a little strange. "Well... I do have a little impression of this name."

Then he suddenly asked, "Sir, have you been to Greece?"

"I've been..." Fernande-Morsef's face suddenly became a little surprised and he looked at Egron carefully, "Your Highness, how do you know?"

"I have read about you in the newspaper, sir." Aegron looked at the other party with excitement, "The newspaper said that you are a fighting hero, fighting bloody battles to defend Ali Pasha of Ioanina. After hearing your deeds, I couldn't help but be full of admiration... God bless me to meet a real war hero today! A soldier who deserves the reputation of France!"

His expression was extremely sincere, obviously from the heart.

"Your Highness... I really didn't expect that your Austria could hear me." Morsef was a little embarrassed at first, but cleverly concealed the past. "I didn't think I was a war hero, because although I tried all my strength, I couldn't change the result in the end. The Pasha family was unfortunately killed... This was a nightmare for me, and I just wanted to forget it."

"Is this the humility of the hero? It's so admirable!" Aegron seemed to admire him even more and patted him on the shoulder again, "Okay, since you don't want to mention this, I won't mention it, but please allow me to pay sincere respect to you."

"If you wish to do this, I can only accept it with shame." Morsef replied with a wry smile, "Your Highness, but I think I am just doing my duty as a soldier, which is not worth mentioning."

But Egron did not forget this episode. He paced through the room and looked completely excited.

After a while, he stood in front of Morseff again, "Sir, have you got married?"

"Yes, I've been married for two years." Morsef nodded, "My son, Albert, was just born this year-"

"Oh, a happy and happy family with a wife and a child is really enviable!" Aegron clapped his hands with a smile. "God favors those brave and sincere defenders, and this is indeed what you deserve."

Then, he touched his pocket watch from his arms and handed him to the other party.

"Your Highness?" Morsef was a little shocked.

"This is my gift to your son." Aegron looked at the other party with a smile, "I sincerely hope that he can carry the courage of his ancestors and become a dignified and promising good man in the future."

Morsef took the pocket watch, then lowered his head with gratitude and saluted Egron.

"Thank you, Your Highness! I will bring this gift and your blessings back to France for him, and this will be the best gift he has received in his life."

At first, he just wanted to take the opportunity to make a relationship and leave a name in the young man's heart, but he didn't expect that he was so praised and loved by the former Roman king after meeting him.

His vanity was immediately greatly satisfied and he became very happy.

If His Highness makes a fortune in Austria in the future, then he will at least make more friends with a top noble, which will definitely be of great help to his future.

"It is my honor to know you, Mr. Morseff." Aegron smiled and filled with affinity. "I am really happy that I have the opportunity to see a French combat hero. Your glorious deeds have given me great excitement and encouragement, and made me understand that dilemma is just a tempering for me - yes, being able to see your existence itself is the best news that God has brought to me."

"Your Highness... you're too much..." Morsef, who was already dizzy, didn't know how to respond, so he could only repeat the humble words in a low voice.

Under Egron's repeated praises, the atmosphere at the dining table has become quite enthusiastic.

However, the other officers' expressions of looking at Morsef were already strange.

It can be seen that Egron's friendly performance just now has aroused the jealousy of these officers towards Fernande-Molsev.

Aegron struck while the iron was hot, and had a warm conversation with the officers, and they all gave them some gifts they had prepared.

It was not until lunch that Egron said goodbye to the officers.

It can be seen that they were all very happy, and that their vanity was satisfied by Napoleon's son.

Aegron stood at the door and said goodbye to them one by one.

"Major Morsev, I wish you and your family happiness forever." When it was Morsev's turn, Egron waved to him with a smile.

"Your Highness, I wish you all the best!" Morsef saluted Egron with excitement and surprise, and then turned around and left.

"Your Highness..." At this moment, an officer suddenly pulled the corner of Egron's clothes.

"Is there anything else? Major Villalai?" During the conversation just now, Egron had already known the other party's name, so he asked directly.

"You have to be careful of this man, Your Highness, he is not a good guy." The officer looked at Fernande-Molsev's back with a cold look. "We have rumors in private that he is not aristocratic at all, and that his surname is impersonated.

"It's okay, this era is more important than a title, right?" Egron replied with a smile.

"You are right to say that." Major Villalai smiled awkwardly, "But I promise you that he is not as brave and loyal as it seems. He is a sad deserter. On the eve of the Battle of Waterloo, he betrayed the French team, followed General Bourmont to the enemy, and ran to the Prussian army. His success began from that time!"

Aegron's face changed slightly.
To be continued...