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 headache-ridden expression on the old man's face, Cosentz's expression became interesting. "What's wrong, 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 Cosentz burst into laughter. Being able to make Garibaldi impatient was considered a skill.
"So, I should thank him."
"Hey old friend, which 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 long ago, even if it is a letter from the king."
Cosentz's attitude of "I have already seen through your true nature" made Garibaldi dissatisfied. He turned and shouted towards the house. "Locke, you will cook for the two of us tonight. Mr. Cosentz, today
I don’t plan to eat here if 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 as he wished. "Locke, I want to eat here today. I have a good appetite today and can eat two people."
"Got it, Mr. Cosentz."
After hearing Locke's answer, Cosentz looked victorious, and Garibaldi was so angry that his teeth itched.
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."
However, 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 intention of going out now. And my time has passed.
I don’t want to get attention again because it will upset too many people.”
Cosentz believed that what Garibaldi said was the voice of an old friend. However, he also noticed the wording in it. It was him, not them.
"Old man, it's not good for you to do this. Don't you want to give up on us?"
Faced with Cosentz's questioning, Garibaldi was very candid. "I'm sorry, this is my selfishness. I can't let you keep accommodating me. It's unfair to you."
When Garibaldi said this, he 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 relentlessly. 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 guy."
"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 young version of the old king. So when I received his letter
At the first moment, I had the idea that I was 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 care of their self-esteem, he put more responsibility on himself.
"Garibaldi, you still have such a temper and put everything on yourself."
Cosentz looked at his old friend and sighed involuntarily.
Facing Cosentz's words, Garibaldi waved his hand and said, "It's nothing. I owed it to the boys before. They followed me on the battlefield and fought hard, but I couldn't give them any explanation."
Cosentz knew that what Garibaldi said was that he had recruited volunteers several times before and then disbanded them after they were used up. He thought that he was short of an explanation for these followers, and now the young king was a good opportunity, so he hoped
Can 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 seek rewards. Otherwise, we would have left long ago like Depretis and others."
Garibaldi knew very well what Cosentz meant. 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 have to 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 the words really seemed to be asking. Although he stopped asking, he paid attention to Garibaldi's state.
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."
After saying 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.
