Under the dark starry sky, Camillo Varney and officials from the Chambery provincial government stood at the entrance to the city of Chambery, waiting expectantly for the arrival of Jérôme Bonaparte and others, who were stationed in Chambery.
The city's National Guard took on the responsibility of leading the way for the French army.
Under the guidance of the National Guard of Chambery, the French army passed through the entire city of Chambery and finally settled in the wilderness northwest of the city of Chambery.
As more and more French troops arrived, Camillo Varney's feet began to tremble involuntarily due to excessive fatigue caused by standing for a long time.
At this moment, a pyramid-shaped cavalry unit, holding torches, slowly drove towards Camilo Varney's location from a distance. At the head of this cavalry unit was a man wearing a black-breasted uniform.
A middle-aged man in military uniform and wearing a Napoleon hat.
From the majesty revealed in this man's movements, Camillo Varney was certain that this man should be the monarch of the French Empire.
Therefore, the shrewd Camilo Varney hurriedly gave the order to the provincial officials behind him to stand at attention, and then ordered the accompanying band members to play the national anthem of the First Empire, "Ode to the Expedition."
Under the night sky, the band members performed their duties, and notes wandered from their fingertips to Jérôme Bonaparte's ears.
Jérôme Bonaparte, who was riding on his horse at the moment, heard the "Ode to the Expedition" coming from not far away. A smile appeared on his lips unconsciously, and he couldn't help but sigh, "This high-ranking official really knows how to do things."
ah!"
Later, Jérôme Bonaparte deliberately slowed down and listened to the "Ode to the Expedition" played by the band. When the band's "Ode to the Expedition" ended, Jérôme Bonaparte and others happened to arrive at Cal
Nearby Milo Varney.
Upon seeing this, Camillo Varney hurriedly ran to Jerome Bonaparte, pointed at Jerome Bonaparte on the horse, bowed and replied, "Welcome to Chambéry, Your Majesty, I
On behalf of all the members of the urban area of Chambery, we would like to extend a warm welcome to you!"
"Yes!" Jérôme Bonaparte replied dully, then turned over and dismounted.
"Your Majesty, be careful!" Camillo Varney hurriedly ran to Jerome Bonaparte and stretched out his hands in a gesture of loyal protection.
Jérôme Bonaparte, who got off the horse, glanced at Camillo Varney who was performing hard, and said with a kind smile on his face, "You... are very good!"
Camilo Varney bowed and humbled himself, "This is what I should do!"
"By the way! What's your name!" Jérôme Bonaparte asked Camillo Varnet again.
"Victor Camillo Varney, Your Majesty, just call me Varney!" Camillo Varney replied to Jérôme Bonaparte.
"Yes! I understand!" Jérôme Bonaparte nodded to Camillo Varney again, then stretched out his hand and said to Camillo Varney, "Senior Varney, I am very happy to be here in Chambé
See you here!"
Camillo Varney quickly reached out his hand and shook it with Jérôme Bonaparte, then lowered his head and leaned forward slightly and said, "Your Majesty, it is my greatest honor to meet you in Chambery!"
Looking at the flattering Camillo Varney in front of him, Jérôme Bonaparte couldn't help but said: Don't worry, we will have plenty of opportunities to meet in the future!
Later, Jerome Bonaparte briefly chatted with Camillo Varney. From Camillo Varney's mouth, Jerome Bonaparte learned about the people standing behind Varney.
They were officials of the Chambery government, and Jérôme Bonaparte also shook hands with them in turn.
How could these provincial officials, who rarely come into contact with even cabinet ministers, have the opportunity to shake hands with the monarch of the same country?
Not to mention, it was the same monarch who was a big country far beyond the Kingdom of Sardinia, so when every one of them shook hands with Jerome Bonaparte, there was a look of excitement in their eyes, and even a few
Government officials were even more excited and could not speak a complete sentence.
After briefly encouraging each official in the Chambery region, Jérôme Bonaparte pointed to the stars in the sky, turned to Camillo Varnet and joked, "Our Mr. Varnet,
You are not going to let me, a guest from a foreign country, live in the wilderness!"
Camillo Varney hurriedly responded to Jérôme Bonaparte, “Your Majesty, of course not!
I have already prepared a place for you!"
"That's a great feeling!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to Camillo Varnet in a joking tone again, "We don't have to live in the wilderness anymore!"
Then, Jérôme Bonaparte ordered Trochu to settle the troops stationed near Chambery, and he himself and some members of the General Staff, together with Camillo Varney, entered Chambery.
Under the leadership of Camillo Varney, Jérôme Bonaparte and others led their horses into the urban area of Chambery.
A very ornately decorated carriage was parked at the fork at the edge of the city. Behind this carriage were more than a dozen carriages, which were parked neatly in two rows.
"Your Majesty, please get in the car!" Camillo Varney bowed and responded to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Okay!" Jérôme Bonaparte nodded, gently stroked the horse's body with his hand, then handed the horse to the general beside him and said, "Take care of my horse!"
"Your Majesty, please rest assured!" The colonel selected by Jérôme Bonaparte straightened his body and said in a loud voice.
Jerome Bonaparte nodded slightly, and then said to Camillo Varney, "Let's go!"
Under the leadership of Camillo Varney, beside Jerome Bonaparte's carriage, Varney personally opened the door for Jerome Bonaparte, "Your Majesty, please come in!"
Jerome Bonaparte took a step forward and entered the carriage.
Just when Camillo Varney was about to close the door, Jérôme Bonaparte in the carriage smiled and asked Camilo Varney, "Mr. Varney, won't you take this train with me?"
A carriage?"
Varney shook his head and pointed at the carriage behind Jerome Bonaparte and said firmly, "The only person who can ride in a carriage with the monarch is the monarch, so please allow me to follow you!"
"Okay then!" Jerome Bonaparte shrugged his shoulders and watched Camillo Varney close the car door.
The remaining personnel were also organized by Camilo Varney. Those who needed to ride in cars and those who needed to ride horses were soon ready.
The carriage carrying Jerome Bonaparte drove slowly from the middle of the two carriages. After the carriage carrying Jerome Bonaparte passed the middle of the two carriages, the remaining carriages started
go ahead.
The carriage carrying Jerome Bonaparte, protected by more than a dozen carriages, headed towards the location designated by Camillo Varney.
After driving for a long time, the carriage finally arrived near the designated place of Camillo Varney.
The carriage protecting Jerome Bonaparte slowed down slowly, and the carriage carrying Jerome Bonaparte also started to slow down after it reached the front again.
At the same time, a palace building appeared in front of Jerome Bonaparte.
"This is... the old palace of the Duke of Savoy?" Jérôme Bonaparte on the carriage muttered in a low voice.
Based on his architectural impressions of Chambery along the way (mostly low-rise bungalows), this palace is most likely an old palace of the Duke of Savoia.
The carriage stopped in front of this palace, which was suspected to be the old palace of the Principality of Savoy. Before Jérôme Bonaparte could open the door, a figure appeared around Jerome Bonaparte's carriage, calling for Jerome Bonaparte.
M. Bonaparte opened the car door.
"Your Majesty!" the gentleman in front of him said to Jérôme Bonaparte in a fluent Parisian accent.
"Who are you?" Jérôme Bonaparte looked at the guy in front of him curiously. This was the first time he heard a Parisian accent outside of Paris this year.
"Your Majesty, please allow me to introduce myself! My name is Victor Wilson, and my hometown is from the Seine department (that is, Paris)." Wilson responded politely to Jerome Bonaparte.
No wonder the person in front of me can speak with a Parisian accent and has been making trouble for a long time. He is a native Parisian.
"How come you, a Parisian, are here!" Jérôme Bonaparte asked Wilson curiously.
Before Wilson could respond to Jerome Bonaparte, Camillo Varney responded to Jerome Bonaparte first, "Your Majesty, Mr. Wilson is the owner of this palace, and he
I also run a financially strong bank in Chambery!”
"A bank with strong financial resources?" Jérôme Bonaparte looked at Victor Wilson again, and then said to him with a smile, "Mr. Wilson, since you are a native Parisian and a banker!
I think the two of us have met before!"
"Your Majesty, I was honored to be invited by you to go to the Tuileries Palace!" Victor Wilson said to Jerome Bonaparte.
After Jérôme Bonaparte thought carefully in his mind for a moment, a figure of Miaohu appeared in his mind, and then he looked at Victor Wilson, but this figure could not overlap with Wilson.
At the same time, he apologized to Victor Wilson, "I'm sorry, maybe it's because it was so long ago that I have forgotten it! Can you tell me when you participated?"
Wilson's eyes were slightly dark. He shook his head and replied to Jérôme Bonaparte, "Your Majesty, these all happened a few years ago!
Since you have forgotten, forget it! Now please allow me to take you to visit this palace?"
