"Your Majesty, please let me do what I can for you!"

Agelong was silent for a while, looking at the maid Chanel with her sincere face and tears in her eyes.

The sudden event had made it difficult for him to digest, and he had to think it over.

Could this be a feeler for the Austrians to see if they still have ambition in their heads? He thought first.

I don't think so. What's the point? It's strange that you don't have ambition. What temptation do you need?

However, everything has a contingency, just rely on a few words, a few actions to completely believe each other, that is too naive.

But he wanted to try.

He had accumulated enough repressions and resentments in his heart to try even a glimmer of hope.

He was in desperate need of outside help and a way to communicate information. If there was one person close to him that he could trust, it would be overwhelming help.

Maybe this is the key to getting out of this mess.

So, he wanted to try it anyway!

Having made up his mind, he hesitated no longer.

"Why are you so loyal to me? He asked.

The maid was slightly surprised.

"It is my duty to serve you, after all... My father served you."

"That's not a very solid argument." Aigron shook his head slightly, then frowned with physical pain.

'Your Majesty! Seeing his distress, the maid bent down again and took hold of his shoulder.

As she moved, the long hair from her turban swept his arms, and a faint fragrance passed to his nose.

But he was unmoved.

"But a dozen years ago, almost everyone in France swore allegiance to the Bonaparte family, and according to your logic, the new generation of French would immediately swear allegiance to me, but in reality this is completely impossible." Agron looked coldly into Chanel's face. "What is it that drives you to be so loyal? What made you insist on coming all the way from Bavaria, and waiting so long to see me again? You ought not to have been indebted to the Bonaparte family."

Under aiglon's questioning, Chanel was visibly embarrassed.

"You...... You...... Don't you believe me? ' "She asked carefully.

"I'm willing to believe you, but only if you convince me." Agron replied, "Go ahead. What do you want? For what reason are you loyal to me?"

The maid did not answer, but in the cold light her white face was almost transparent and glistening, and she looked pitiful indeed.

"Do you want a pecuniary title, or is it just for the so-called glory? If it is the latter, I advise you not to take risks in the heat of the moment, which will be of no use to you and very dangerous." Agron continued, "If you want a peconary title, I have nothing to offer you now. I cannot promise you anything."

"I want none of these things. I have only one object, Sire." Chanel whispered back.

"What?"

"Revenge, Your Majesty." Stars appeared at the corners of Chanel's eyes, but there was a touch of blood in her voice. "I need someone to pay for my family."

Agron stopped short.

"You said your father died in 1815. Did he die at Waterloo?" 'he asked a moment later.

"No, Your Majesty." Chanel shook her head. "He did not die in Waterloo, he died in the country, in his home... He was lynched, and so were my family."

The room fell silent.

"Allow me to finish with you.

My father was an ex-army officer. He didn't join the army in 1815. He was tired of fighting and just wanted a quiet life with his family. But...... Those bastards, those executioners! They killed everywhere, even my father. They surrounded our house and burned everything... My parents, my brothers, my neighbors, my relatives are all dead... Only one aunt managed to escape with me. I was only a few years old then, and God knows what trouble she had to go through to get me out of the country! My Aunt died soon after, and before she died, she told me that we must take our revenge and never forgive the sinners!"

Then she looked up at Agron, her eyes blazing with undisguised fire.

It is the light of vengeance, it is infinite hate.

"Sire, we shall take back the Empire, and we shall kill them all, every last one! Would you say so?"

Agron did not answer immediately.

He believed what he was told was true.

After all, if anyone could display such real, horrible hatred in front of herself through sheer skill, she must be one of the best actors in history, and one so capable of being relegated to the role of a court maid.

So, according to her story, her entire family died in the Royalist reprisal massacre of Bonapbonists in the South in 1815.

1815 was a disastrous year, the Royalists ruled France, napoleon landed and made another hundred days, then the Royalists fought back... After Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo and the fall of the empire for the second time, there were retaliatory massacres in various parts of France, some by bandits and some by Royalists, but they were no less brutal, no less ruthless.

This is described in Dumas' Count of Monte Cristo.

"Yes, my Lord, I beg your pardon, but as you will see, what I have said cannot be spared. It was at this time that the famous massacre in southern France took place. Two or three bands of vagabonds, detairon, Duchman, and Gravan, were openly assassinating people, and every one whom they suspected of bonapartist was in danger of being killed. No doubt you have heard of the massacre, your excellency?"

"Vaguely. I was far away from France at the time. Go on."

"As SOON as I entered Nimes, I literally stepped into a pool of blood, for at every step I met several dead bodies, and the assassins were still killing, plundering, and setting fires. Saw the killing and destruction everywhere, I frighten panic -- not for myself (I was just a fisherman Corsica, honestly have nothing to fear, just on the contrary, that's just what we traffickers the most advantageous time), but for my brother, he is imperial soldiers, just back from the Loire army, with his uniform and his epaulettes, It's enough to worry about. I hurried to find the innkeeper. My conjecture was too good to be true: my brother had arrived in Nmes the evening before, and had just reached the door of the house where he wanted to lodge, when he was stabbed to death. I sought the murderers with all my might, but no one dared tell me their names, for they were too frightened. 】

To be fair, the slaughter didn't last long. The Bourbons hated the revolutionaries and the Bonapartes, but they didn't want to see order fall apart in France, so they quickly stopped the slaughter and restored order.

Moreover, the revolutionary ombudsmen were equally ruthless in killing aristocrats and rebels, and later "counter-revolutionaries".

In a sense, that was what the 30 years of the Revolution had been like, with no forgiveness, killing each other, counter-attacks and counter-attacks, eventually creating a whole era of bloodshed.

So for most people this is just a minor episode in history, a nightmare that has been forgotten and must be forgotten.

But for a certain group of people, they have lost everything.

Chanel's family was one of the victims in this little episode.

She was full of hate, she wanted revenge, but as a weak woman she was absolutely powerless, so she wanted to restore the empire, with the power of the empire to launch a counterattack, send all those enemies to hell.

She didn't care who was right, who started it and who had the most reason to kill, she just wanted to pay for her family's blood.

For that matter, she wants the empire back more than anyone.

That is to say... She was someone she could trust, and she was her hope.

"So your Majesty, you are my only hope..." Chanel's words also pulled him out of his thoughts. "You will restore the Empire, I am sure. So I beseech you, believe me!"

"All right, I believe you." Agron finally nodded slightly. "I wish I could get your help, Chanel."

Chanel opened her eyes wide, and for a moment her pretty face contorted with a mixture of grief and ecstasy.

'Your Majesty! Almost desperately, she dropped to her knees. "Thank you!"

"Keep it down." Agron stopped her. "This is not the time to get excited. Tell me, what's going on? How long have I been unconscious? Something happened in the coma."

"You were brought to the palace this morning, and have been unconscious all night. The physician has examined your wound, and you have been cured." Chanel collected herself and then whispered back, "Your Royal Highness is very sad. She was with you all day and hardly stopped crying, and at night they persuaded her to go away to rest. When she left, she was afraid that you would have no one to look after you, so she left me..."

So that's what happened. Agron finally understood.

He didn't think he would do such a heroic thing.

Perhaps what he had said to the princess had not been entirely false.

In this place, friendless, he did not want to see his only friend go.

Maybe even more than just friends...

Endless sleepiness and hunger, UU read www.uukanshu.com immediately made him uncomfortable.

"I'm hungry, you find me something to eat."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Chanel stood up.

"Wait! Don't speak French to me here anymore, and don't call me Your Majesty, even when we're alone." "The more habitual you become, the easier it is to slip up," Agron ordered.

"I understand, Your Majesty." Chanel smiled, her misery gone. "I just said that tonight."

With that, she left the room and returned with a new bowl of broth.

"Please open your mouth." She drew up a chair and sat down beside Agron.

Then she carefully fed the broth into Agron's mouth.

It must be said that she was quite professional despite her age, and Agron felt very comfortable in her service.

"Thank you." He whispered his thanks.

"You're welcome, Your Majesty... It's my pleasure to serve you." Chanel smiled, then thought, "No, your highness! Sorry, I was wrong again."

Do you think I can truly be Emperor again?

The question crossed Agron's mind, but he didn't ask it.

Sometimes, people need some kind of obsession to survive, and if she believes today that the empire is impossible to restore, then I'm afraid she will have a nervous breakdown in the second.

So even if it was to deceive herself, she would live with the fervent belief that the empire would be restored and that the day of revenge would come.

And that's something he can use.

For he knew that hatred was more enduring, more solid, more worthy of human life than love.