Although it is pleasing to the eye to watch the maid Nia sweep, it is not good to watch too much, it will cause his heart to beat faster, breathe faster, and feel like he wants to leave a nosebleed.

Sometimes I think, this era has not invented nylon, why is there such a great charm to make me retreat?

Forget it, I don't want to do so much, let's calm down in another place.

Carlo, who was forced out of his room, planned to play a game of chess with his brother.

I forgot to mention that Carlo's younger brother, Prince Vittorio, is two years younger than him, and is currently in a state of rebellion, and Carlo, who has come over, naturally knows this very well. For Vittorio, who gradually permeated two of them, Carlo was simply handy.

Sure enough, Carlo's arrival was warmly welcomed by his brother.

"Carlo, it's you."

Vittorio, who couldn't be covered by the green breath, greeted his brother cordially. However, his eyes full of fighting spirit did not reveal much family affection. It's not to blame Vittorio, whoever takes his pocket money one after another is the same, although he took it out himself, but how could he be willing.

That's right, this guy Carlo even cheated his brother on pocket money. But this is not to blame him, who made his brother Vittorio a little rich, at that time he was fascinated by money, and he couldn't help but transfer it to his own hands, although he had regrets afterwards, but then he couldn't help but go a few times.

In fact, this can't all be blamed on him, Vittorio has 20,000 lira of pocket money a month, plus he currently uses it less, so he has naturally accumulated a lot of money, and Carlo happens to have a plan to spend money, so he naturally hit the idea on his cute brother.

"Vittorio, did you miss me?"

Carlo went up to a slap on the head, completely ignoring the anger in Victor's eyes.

"Don't touch my head again."

"Okay, I'll stop touching it."

Looking at Vittorio, who was already about to explode, Carlo lowered his hand with a triumphant smile, which naturally made Vittorio's anger rise sharply.

As soon as this person is angry, his reason plummets, and at this moment, Carlo naturally strikes while the iron is hot.

"Why don't we have a game, the kind with the lottery."

"Come on, come on."

In the face of Carlo's appointment, Vittorio responded without hesitation.

After some time, Carlo left with a triumphant smile, leaving only his brother's depressed expression.

Putting the winning loot back in his small vault and looking at the neatly stacked bills, Carlo was very satisfied. Now the first amount of money needed for the plan is sufficient, as long as the results are produced then people can see the benefits, and then the follow-up funds will be easy to do.

Today was a perfect day, and with such a good mood, Carlo waited until a news arrived, which made his mood immediately imperfect.

"You said Tesla didn't want to come to Italy?"

Looking at Carlo's expression of disbelief, Domingo, the new henchman, could only nod stubbornly.

It's hard to do.

True, the news disrupted Carlo's plans. Tesla was a key figure in his plan, and Carlo never thought of the inventor of alternating current as a reason to refuse.

That's right, Carlo wants to embark on electrification, and Tesla is at the heart of it. The Second Industrial Revolution is very important for Italy, and it is one of the few opportunities for Italy to overtake in corners.

And Domingo actually brought him such news, and being smashed at him with the water cup in his hand on the spot is considered a good cultivation kung fu for Carlo.

Seeing Carlo's expression of wanting to eat people, Domingo regretted it a little. It's not that he regrets the next task, but he regrets that he didn't kneel down and beg that Mr. Tesla, he never expected that the other party would be so valued by the prince. And the experience that I had known before did not find anything unique about this person that made the prince value it so much.

But now the regret medicine is no longer available, so I can only wait for His Highness's punishment.

Looking at Domingo, who looked like a dead father, Carlock restrained his impulses, calmed down and asked.

"Tell me how this Tesla rejected you."

Carlo's mind is now full of questions about why Tesla would refuse, so he wants to know why.

"Your Highness, this Mr. Tesla was a little incredulous after hearing that His Highness invited him to come to Italy as the director of the Electric Power Research Institute. He said that he did not have enough knowledge to take on such a heavy responsibility, so he planned to study for a while and come back. ”

Hearing Domingo's explanation, Carlo didn't know what to say.

But now that Tesla has refused, he needs a new one. It's just that this thing doesn't look like cabbage, so he can choose whatever he wants. Although Carlo knew about alternating current, alternating current was a noun for him, and he did not have the actual ability to manufacture it.

And he didn't know that he would cross, and all kinds of materials were not prepared.

So now that he is blind, what should he do with the electric power research institute he prepared?

Thinking of this, the money taken from my brother today is not fragrant, what should I do next?

Carlo, who was full of worries, after sending away the depressed Domingo, didn't figure it out after thinking about it for an afternoon, and even the little maid was not fragrant. With this in mind, he waited until dinner came.

In the doctrine of Christ, the supper is sacred, and Jesus ascended to heaven after eating the Last Supper. Therefore, the importance of dinner in Europe can be seen in general, and the royal family of Italy is no exception.

When dinner came, the family sat neatly at the table. The servants served a sumptuous dinner, and his father, Umberto I, sat in the main seat, but it was evident from his slightly tired eyes that he had been tired lately.

There is no way, after all, he has only been on the throne for a year, and there are many government affairs that he needs to deal with, and it is normal to be a little hurried at first.

And sitting next to him is his mother, Queen Margaerita, whose years of life have long since smoothed out their passion, and it is impossible to respect each other like guests, but it has not reached the point of incompatibility, which can be regarded as between the two.

Down are the two princes Carlo and Vittorio, although Carlo was upset by Tesla's rejection, but how could he show it at this time, of course, with a very happy expression.

However, compared to Carlo, Vittorio is far behind, and he stared at Carlo with a bitter and hateful expression. Facing his younger brother who couldn't cultivate at home, Carlo couldn't help but tease him with his eyes again, just to vent his depressed mood today.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"Give me back!"

"Why should you pay it back if you win with your ability?"

"You still haven't paid it back?"

"Don't think about it."

"Wait for me!"

Bypassing the two princes who made eye contact, the next two sisters were Princess Yolanda and Princess Mafalda. However, compared with the two princes who "communicated cordially", they were much simpler, sitting quietly in their chairs and waiting for dinner with their eyes wide open.

Taking advantage of the time before eating, Umberto, who is a father, spoke. "I'm going to go to Sicily to inspect next, Carlo and Vittorio, listen to your mother and don't be mischievous."

Obviously, the eye contact between the two made the father find out.

"Umberto, you're going to Sicily to inspect?"

Before they could reply, Queen Margaarida, who was his wife, spoke.

"Yes, that's what I think with the Prime Minister. At present, I have not been to Sicily or Sardinia in the whole country, so I can't choose one over the other. ”

In the face of his wife's inquiry, his father Umberto's tone was apologetic. In the past year, he has devoted too much time to military and political affairs, and in order to better understand the actual situation in various places, he has even made inspections everywhere, leaving much less time for his family.

"Father, how long do you need to inspect this time?"

The younger brother Vittorio couldn't help but interject at this time.

"It will take about 10 days."

Father Umberto's words gave Vittorio a different look in his eyes.

"Vittorio, don't hear anything bad about you when I get back."

After being seen by his father on the spot, a warning immediately made his thoughts disappear.

Seeing his brother being reprimanded, Carlo hurriedly stepped forward to make up a sentence. "Father, don't worry, I'll watch my brother."

"Well, that's good, Carlo."

Carlo's words managed to attract his father's attention.

However, this caused Vittorio's flame to rise again, for which he secretly glared at Carlo.

Carlo, who is not as knowledgeable as a child, and who is in a better mood, certainly doesn't take this to heart.

This is where the dinner full of life begins.

The next day, my father, under the protection of the chief of the guard, Felimici, left Rome for Sicily.