My Italy

The leisurely life on the island of Caprera was once again interrupted by Carlo's letter.

Looking at this letter with young handwriting, Garibaldi regretted his previous response to the young monarch.

Seeing the old man's headache expression, Cosentz's expression became interesting. "What's the matter, old man? His Majesty the King, is he bothering you again?"

"Yes, you are right. Now I regret sending you to Rome."

Garibaldi's answer made Cosenz laugh. Being able to make Garibaldi impatient was considered a skill.

"So, I should thank him."

"Hey old friend, whose side are you on?"

"I'm on my side."

Cosentz's answer made Garibaldi look distressed.

"Okay, old man. I don't know you yet. If I really offended you, you would have thrown away this letter, even if it is a letter from the king."

Cosentz's attitude of "I have already seen through your true nature" made Garibaldi dissatisfied, and he turned his head and shouted towards the house. "Locke, you will cook for the two of us tonight. Mr. Cosentz, I don't plan to eat here today because I have something to do."

"Okay, sir."

Locke's answer came from inside the room.

"Old bastard, I never said that."

After hearing what Garibaldi said, Cosentz would not do what he wanted. "Locke, I want to eat here today. I have a good appetite today and can eat enough for two people."

"Got it, Mr. Cosentz."

After hearing Locke's answer, Cosentz looked victorious, making Garibaldi's teeth itch with anger.

But joking aside, business still had to be dealt with. Cosentz put away his expression and asked with a serious face. "Then what are you going to do?"

"I have no idea."

But after seeing the still confused expression, Garibaldi explained. "That King Carlo has always wanted to mess with my old bones, but I really have no plans to go out now. Moreover, my era has passed, and I don't want to attract attention again, because it will make too many people uneasy. "

Cosentz believed Garibaldi’s words were the voice of an old friend. But he also noticed the wording, that was him, not them.

"Old man, it's not good for you to do this. Don't you want to give up on us?"

Garibaldi was very candid in the face of Cosentz's questioning. "I'm sorry, this is my selfishness. I can't let you keep accommodating me. This is unfair to you."

Garibaldi said this, paused and continued. "Do you still remember what you said about the young monarch after you came back from Rome?"

"How could you not remember that at a young age, he is as mature as his father?"

"Actually, I think so too, but His Majesty is now pursuing us. If we don't give him some benefits, he won't let us go."

"Then what?"

After hearing his friend's answer, Garibaldi looked at him without speaking.

He was a little confused by his actions, but Cosentz was not stupid and he suddenly reacted. "So you sent me to Rome, you treacherous fellow."

"You're not stupid, Cosentz."

Garibaldi burst into laughter as he spoke.

Although he was deceived by Garibaldi, Cosentz had a lot of questions in his heart that he wanted to ask, but now he asked the question that he wanted to ask the most.

"Have you ever met King Carlo before? How do you know his character so well?"

"intuition!"

Garibaldi's words made Cosenz look like he wanted to hit someone.

"It was really intuitive. I had a feeling at the funeral that this child was special. When the enthronement ceremony took place, the feeling became even stronger. It felt like I was watching a younger version of the old king. So when I received his letter At the first moment, I had the idea of ​​being targeted. In order to make this king give up, I pushed you out. Old friend, you won’t blame me."

Facing Garibaldi's sincere words, Cosentz didn't know what to say.

In fact, he knew in his heart that this was just Garibaldi trying to find a way out for the remaining red shirts. However, in order to take into account their self-esteem, they put more responsibility on themselves.

"Garibaldi, you still have such a temper. You put everything on yourself."

Cosentz looked at his old friend and sighed involuntarily.

When facing Cosenz, Garibaldi waved his hand and said. "It's nothing. I owed it to the boys before. They followed me to fight on the battlefield, but I couldn't give them any explanation."

Cosentz knew that what Garibaldi was talking about was that he had called for volunteers several times before and then dismissed them when they were used up. He believed that he needed to explain to these followers that the young king was now a good opportunity, so he hoped to find a way out for them.

"Actually, you don't have to be such an old man. We are all voluntary, and we don't want to pursue rewards. Otherwise, we would have left long ago like Depretis and others."

Garibaldi is very clear about what Cosentz means. The red shirts who are still supporting him are indeed the kind of people who do not ask for anything in return. It is precisely this that makes him feel a little guilty about this.

"Don't persuade me, Cosentz, I know this. But I must give them an explanation. You are my most trusted friend, can you take good care of them?"

Hearing Garibaldi's somewhat like Tuogu words, Cosentz was a little surprised, and at the same time he felt a little bad inside.

"What's the matter, old man? Are you hiding something from me?"

"No, absolutely not. It's just that recently I think about my comrades who fought for me before, and I feel a little sorry for them."

Although Garibaldi gave an explanation, Cosentz still felt that something was wrong, because his words really seemed to be bullying. Although he stopped asking questions, he paid attention to Garibaldi's condition.

There are more age spots on my face than before, my waist is more hunched, and my energy is much weaker than before.

These discoveries made Cosenz realize that this national hero had reached the end of his life.

At this moment, Cosentz no longer wanted to argue with him.

The changes in Cosentz's expression were all observed by Garibaldi. "Why, I feel like I'm too old to walk anymore."

"No."

"Why not? Your thoughts are written all over your face, you thought I couldn't find it."

"You guys are still so stubborn, I really shouldn't care about you."

"I don't need others to care about me anymore. I don't need it at all. Ever since I started running a boat, I knew that I was in good health and could live at least ninety-nine years."

Cosentz, who was amused by Garibaldi's words, looked at the man in front of him and felt so shameless for the first time.

"Forget it, I can't help you, just do whatever you want."

With that, he left the garden.

"Wait, you remember to go to Rome. I don't want to be disturbed by that king."

"I know, it's very annoying."

After seeing his old friend agree, Garibaldi smiled like an old naughty boy.