Just as Palmerston and Minister Russell were rushing to Windsor Castle in a carriage, Cavour and Victor Umberto, who had arrived from Windsor Castle, also returned to the hotel.
As soon as he entered the room, Victor Umberto quickly closed the door, and then asked Cavour the question buried deep in his heart.
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, I don't understand why you are so happy? Prince Albert does not seem to agree to our request!" Victor Umberto asked Cavour in confusion.
Cavour smiled and explained to Victor Umberto, "Your Highness, Prince Albert has agreed to our request in disguise!"
"This..." Victor Umberto, who was slightly lacking in political acumen, thought for a moment, but still could not understand the subtext of Prince Albert. He shook his head and responded to Cavour, "Your Excellency, Prime Minister, please forgive me.
I'm stupid! Didn't Prince Albert always emphasize that the Kingdom of Britain will not intervene in the situation on the Italian Peninsula?
How can this be considered a promise to us!"
Seeing that Victor Umberto had not yet understood the art of language, Cavour had no choice but to patiently explain to Victor Umberto.
"Your Highness, during our conversation, did Prince Albert say [As long as the Kingdom of Sardinia does not officially take any action to disrupt the Italian Peninsula, the Kingdom of Britain is willing to guarantee the security of the Kingdom of Sardinia!]"
After Victor Umberto thought for a moment, he responded to Cavour with a puzzled expression, "Prince Albert did say this, but it does not mean that the Kingdom of Britain is unwilling to support the Kingdom of Sardinia to unify Italy."
What a righteous act!”
"No!" Cavour shook his head, and the old god replied calmly, "That's not how this sentence is understood! If Prince Albert really meant this, then he wouldn't have to explain it again and again!
What Prince Albert means is [as long as the Kingdom of Sardinia does not send out regular troops, then the Kingdom of Britain is willing to guarantee the security of the Kingdom of Sardinia!]"
"This..." Victor Umberto scratched his head, his eyes still showing clear stupidity, "This doesn't seem to make any difference!"
Looking at Victor Umberto, who was "unsatisfied" in front of him, Cavour sighed softly, and simply spoke directly, "Your Highness, as long as the Kingdom of Sardinia does not dispatch regular troops to confront the Austrian Empire head-on,
If you choose to rely on other methods to incite the people in the Italian Peninsula to overthrow the monarch other than the Kingdom of Sardinia, then the Kingdom of Britain is willing to provide guarantees for the security of the Kingdom of Sardinia!
In other words, as long as we do not choose to dispatch regular troops for a head-on confrontation, any other method can gain the support of the British Kingdom.
As long as we have the protection of the British Kingdom, we need not fear the threat of the Austrian Empire."
After listening to Cavour's explanation, Victor Umberto showed a look of surprise and couldn't help but murmured, "So that's it!"
Not long after, Victor Umberto suddenly thought of another question. He frowned slightly and said with a hint of anxiety, "Your Excellency, Prime Minister, your explanation just now is ultimately just your guess!
If your guess is wrong, will the Kingdom of Sardinia have to bear certain consequences?"
Naturally, Cavour had already thought of Victor Umberto's worries.
Cavour still maintained his patience and explained slowly to Victor Umberto, "Your Highness, this is a commonly used saying in the diplomatic field!
No one knows whether the ambiguous words are a deliberate trap or sweet honey!
We can only rely on past diplomatic experience to roughly judge Prince Albert's intentions."
"So, if our guess is wrong, wouldn't it put the Kingdom of Sardinia in danger?" Victor Umberto asked Cavour nervously.
"Your Highness, this is a necessary price!" Cavour said sadly to Victor Umberto, "In the final analysis, we are just a medium-sized country on the Italian peninsula!
Compared to other countries in the Italian peninsula, we do have some strength!
But compared with a behemoth like the Kingdom of Britain, we are just a chess piece, a chess piece that leverages the hegemony of the French Empire.
We must abide by our responsibilities as chess pieces.
Otherwise, we are not even qualified to act as chess pieces.
If we are unwilling to follow the footsteps of the great powers, then we can only choose to become a dessert on the menu of the great powers!"
After hearing Cavour's explanation, the pride in Victor Umberto's heart also disappeared and was replaced by an inexplicable sadness.
After a while, Victor Umberto adjusted his condition and asked Cavour about his next plan.
Either continue to stay in London or return to the Kingdom of Sardinia!
"Before leaving London, we must find a "helper" who can open up the Italian peninsula!
Only in this way can we break the deadlock in the Italian peninsula!" Cavour said to Victor Umberto
"Mr. Cavour, who is the helper you are looking for?" Victor Umberto asked Cavour immediately.
Cavour did not answer Victor Umberto, but said lightly, "Your Highness, it's better that you don't know about this kind of thing!"
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, I have the right to know the next destination!" Victor Umberto said to Cavour with reason.
Cavour then told Victor Umberto that Victor Umberto did not have to go with him, and that Victor Umberto only had to stay in the hotel.
Unwilling to do so, Victor Umberto wanted to express his opposition in the name of Victor Emmanuel II, but was told by Cavour that this decision had been made before they left the Kingdom of Sardinia.
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"Your Highness, the people I want to meet this time are members of the Carbonari Party in the Italian Peninsula, so I can't let you go with me!
Even if the French Empire catches him, it will be of no use!
I am just a member of Parliament with no rights. The French Empire and the Austrian Empire will not and cannot use this excuse to attack the Kingdom of Sardinia!
At worst, I'll just resign!
On the contrary, if you are exposed to be in contact with extremist forces, then the whole problem will become particularly difficult!
France and Austria are very likely to make a fuss about this, and the Kingdom of Sardinia will fall into a passive state!
So you still don’t want to go with me!"
After hearing Cavour's explanation, Victor Umberto chose to give up and go with Cavour, and repeatedly told Cavour to be careful.
Immediately afterwards, Cavour left the room under the watch of Victor Umberto.
Victor Umberto closed the door again and ran to the window near the street to observe.
About half a minute later, Cavour's figure appeared on the street, and he waved towards the street.
A carriage appeared in front of Cavour, asking him enthusiastically where he was.
Cavour spoke out the destination of his trip in fluent English, and the coachman warmly invited Cavour to get on the carriage.
The carriage carried Cavour along the Thames River, and soon passed the bustling wealthy area and arrived at the "civilian" area that was like a hell on earth.
The tight-fitting buildings and narrow streets seem to silently tell the poverty here. Through the carriage window, you can see that there is no gentleman like Cavour wearing a decent suit on both sides of the street.
Almost all the men walking on the street were wearing shabby gray coats that looked like they had not been washed for a long time. A few men also wore peaked caps on their heads, while the women wore white necks that were almost dyed gray and were wearing brown clothes.
The dress makes the whole person look very old.
Of course, most of the people who can walk on the streets are still decent people in a relatively sense, which is often referred to as the "blue-collar class" in later generations.
Many people do not even have a complete set of clothes, and a family huddles in a London basement sharing a set of shabby clothes and a bed.
If someone goes out to work, then this set of clothes will be used by someone else.
London not only has flowers and light, but also decay and darkness in its corners.
Because the roads in the slums were very congested, the driver carried Cavour and stopped for a long time. Finally, the driver arrived in front of an apartment.
Compared with the dilapidated buildings in the slums, this apartment seems a bit "out of place".
There are no signs of peeling off the exterior walls of the apartment, and the white walls look as if they had just been painted with white paint not long ago.
What's even more valuable is that there is a fence in front of the apartment, and within the fence there is a circle of green lawn and a few wild flowers.
An apartment like this can already be called a "luxury house" in this slum. Most of the people who can live in it are civil servants with relatively decent jobs (civilians in government or companies), or among workers.
Little boss.
Only such people would want to live here.
After all, the wages of these people cannot sustain the conditions for living in wealthy areas, but they are unwilling to condescend to live with workers. This prevents them from showing their "superior" status, so apartments like this have become their first choice.
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Cavour got off the carriage, walked slowly to the door of the apartment, and then gently knocked on the door of the apartment twice with his hand.
After a while, an old woman wearing a gray and white dress appeared in front of Cavour. After she glanced at Cavour, she asked lightly, "Who are you looking for!"
"Excuse me, does Mr. Mazzini live here? I am a guest from Sardinia. I passed by here by chance today and hope to visit Mr. Mazzini!"