"Does Mr. Mazzini live here? I'm from the Kingdom of Sardinia and I'm here to visit today!"
Facing Cavour's cordial inquiry, the old woman showed a blank expression on her face.
After thinking carefully for a long time, the old woman shook her head and replied to Cavour respectfully, "Dear sir, among all my tenants, there is not a tenant named Mazzini. I wonder if you remember
wrong!
And people who can be your friends should not live here!"
The old woman's answer made Cavour wonder if his intelligence was really wrong.
Did Mazzini live somewhere else?
Later, Cavour also thought carefully about the scene of his secret meeting with Garibaldi in London.
At that time, Garibaldi told him firmly where Mazzini lived in London.
Considering Garibaldi's character, there was no need to deceive him on this issue!
After all, both Cavour and Mazzini fought for the cause of Italian unification.
However, the two people have certain differences on the issue of unification.
Immediately afterwards, Cavour began to wonder if Mazzini had not used his true identity when renting a house.
A republican like him would himself be under surveillance by the authorities in London.
In order to get away from the surveillance in London, renting an apartment under an impersonation is a must.
After thinking about this, Cavour immediately changed his mind and asked if any of the old woman's tenants had an accent like his.
As he said this, Cavour showed the old woman what it means to be native (Italian) English.
The old woman did not answer Cavour's question immediately, her eyes became wary, and her tone of voice became particularly unkind, "Dear sir, this is London, not your country!
If you don't leave here, I'm going to call the police!"
Looking at the old woman who looked at him like a ferocious beast, Cavour knew that the other party should regard him as a secret policeman from another country lurking in London.
In this situation, explanations had no effect. Cavour put his hands into his pockets and groped for them.
After watching Cavour's actions, the old woman subconsciously took a step back and warned Cavour: "What do you want to do!
Believe it or not, I’m going to call the police right now!”
Under the vigilant gaze of the old woman, Cavour took out a banknote with a face value of 50 pounds from his pocket (it was more like a check with a face value of 50 pounds than a banknote), and then quickly handed the banknote into the old woman's hand.
The old woman carefully looked at the 50-pound note in her hand. After confirming that the note was not counterfeit, her eyes immediately changed from the previous vigilance to a kind one, and a flattering smile appeared on her lips.
In 19th-century Britain, a single woman could live well on only £60 a year.
A 50 pound note is equivalent to nearly a year's rent for two people, which is a lot of extra income for an old woman!
"Sir, there are few people who can be as generous as you!" the old woman said in a particularly respectful tone.
Judging from the way Cavour casually handed her 50 pounds, the rich and fat man in front of her was probably not someone she could afford to offend.
Even if she chooses to call the police, the police may not choose to accept the case.
If things go wrong, she will be detained in order to satisfy this gentleman's request.
After all, in this kingdom made of money, whoever has the most money can have the greatest say.
Every slum dweller understands that fairness and law will never be on the side of the poor.
"Dear madam, I would like to ask if there is a tenant who speaks in a tone similar to mine!" Cavour asked the old woman again in native English.
After thinking for a while, the old woman nodded and responded to Cavour, "Sir, there is indeed one of my tenants who speaks with a similar accent to yours!"
"Can you please take me to see him?" Cavour then responded to the old woman.
"Sir, I would like to ask you what your relationship is with him!"
The old woman wanted to find out the identity of the person in front of her, but in order to prevent Cavour from feeling resentful, she specifically added, "If it's not convenient to explain, you don't need to say it.
It's just that I hope that when you arrest the gentleman, you can do it when he leaves the apartment. I don't want to leave a bad impression on other tenants!
This will make my business worse!"
"Don't worry, madam!" Cavour assured the old woman, "I am not a secret policeman who specially arrested him. On the contrary, the two of us are good friends who have never met each other!"
"Can we become good friends even if we have never met each other?" The old woman looked at Cavour with puzzled eyes.
"Of course!" Cavour responded to the old woman confidently, "We have a common ideal, and we work hard for this common ideal!"
"Okay! You gentlemen always like to say things that old women like me can't understand!" The old woman sighed softly. She understood that the person in front of her was not someone who wanted to arrest the tenant. "Please follow me.
Bar!"
After saying that, the old woman turned around and entered the apartment. Cavour followed the old woman's footsteps and entered the apartment together.
Then, the old woman told Cavour that the guest with the same accent as him lived in a room on the fourth floor (also the top floor) of the apartment near the end of the corridor.
Under the guidance of the old woman, Cavour walked up the wooden stairs.
Accompanied by the "click" sound of leather shoes on the rotten and damp wooden board, the old woman said to Cavour, "Alas! That friend of yours is really a withdrawn person, except during daily meal times.
, I never saw him leave the room.
Several times, I knocked on the door and asked him if he wanted to clean the room, but he refused!
If he didn't come out to look for food at a fixed time every day, I'd probably wonder if he had died in the room!"
Soon, Cavour and the old woman arrived on the fourth floor, and they walked to the door of the room one after the other.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The old woman gently knocked on the door. After a while, a tired voice came from the room, "Who!"
"Sir, I am your landlord!" the old woman responded to the tenant in the room.
"I already told you, I don't need cleaning!" The voice in the room was impatient.
A trace of displeasure also flashed across the old woman's face. To be honest, she didn't want to have too much interaction with this tenant.
If it weren't for the fact that this house was not easy to rent, he would have kicked him out long ago.
"Sir, I have a gentleman here who wants to meet you. Would you like to meet him?" the old woman continued to ask.
There was a deathly silence in the room. After a while, a voice continued to be heard in the room, "I have no friends in London. Please drive him away!"
At this moment, Cavour spoke to the people in the room and said, "Sir, I got your address from Garibaldi!"
Please see me for the sake of my hard work. No matter what the final result is, I will be satisfied!"
After a while, the door to the room opened, and a man with a beard, a smooth forehead, and sharp ears who looked like an elf appeared in front of Cavour and the old woman.
He is the spiritual leader of the Carbonari Party and the most wanted criminal in the Austrian Empire - Giuseppe Mazzini.
Seeing this, the old woman saw the situation and left, leaving only Giupese Mazzini and Cavour.
Giupese Mazzini looked at Cavour in front of him with undisguised disgust in his eyes.
In his eyes, the Austrian Empire that blocked the unification of Italy was certainly abominable, but Cavour, the accomplice of the feudal kingdom, was no better.
Mazzini really didn't understand why Garibaldi got entangled with such a person!
"Mr. Mazzini, shouldn't you invite me to sit in your revolutionary shrine?" Cavour said to Mazzini in a brisk tone, trying to create a less tense atmosphere.
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"Come in!" Mazzini responded calmly.
After entering the room, Cavour found that Mazzini's room was too simple. Apart from a desk, a few chairs, and a camp bed, there was nothing else in the room.
"sit down!"
Mazzini invited Cavour to sit down on a chair, and Cavour sat down on the chair.
Immediately afterwards, Mazzini asked Cavour, "Mr. Cavour, I don't know what you want to see me for!"
"Mr. Mazzini, your living environment is really an eye-opener for me!" Cavour didn't seem to want to answer Mazzini's question immediately, but responded to Mazzini in a nonchalant manner, "Only such an environment
Only then can we create great thinkers and practitioners like you!"
Facing Cavour's compliment, Mazzini did not feel a trace of joy, but instead became more vigilant.
"Mr. Cavour, if you are unwilling to clarify your purpose, then I can only ask you to leave here!" Mazzini wanted Cavour to give an ultimatum.
"Okay!" Cavour understood Mazzini's attitude. He shrugged and said to Mazzini, "Mr. Mazzini, I want to beg you to launch an uprising against Austria in Lombardy and Venice.
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After Mazzini heard Cavour's request, his first reaction was that the Kingdom of Sardinia wanted to cause trouble.
"What do you want to do?" Mazzini asked Cavour vigilantly.
"We have the same idea as you, we want to unify the Italian peninsula!" Cavour said to Mazzini without hesitation.
"If you want to unify the Italian peninsula, you have to sacrifice our comrades?" Mazzini said to Cavour with an angry smile.
Cavour was silent for a moment and responded to Mazzini in a deep tone, "Mr. Mazzini, I can solemnly swear to you that their sacrifices are meaningful!
The new country will never forget their contributions!"
"Hmph! A new country?" Mazzini snorted again and said to Cavour in a disdainful tone, "Mr. Cavour, the new country you are talking about is the country of you property owners, the country of Savoia.
The country of the Italian royal family is not the country of the deeply oppressed Italian nation and people!"