The laid-back life on Caprera Island was once again interrupted by Carlo's letter.

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

Looking at the old man's headache on his face, Cosentz's expression became interesting. "What's the matter, old man. Your Majesty, is it annoying you again? ”

"Yes, you're right, I now regret sending you to Rome."

Garibaldi's answer drew Cosentz out loud, and it was a skill to make Garibaldi impatient.

"In that case, I should thank him."

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

"I'm on my side."

Cosentz's answer gave Garibaldi a distressed expression.

"Alright, old man. I don't know about you yet, and if I had provoked you, you would have thrown this letter away, even if it was from the king. ”

Cosentz's attitude of "I have already seen through you" caused Garibaldi to be dissatisfied, and he turned his head and shouted into the house. "Locke, I'll cook for the two of us tonight, Mr. Cosentz, I don't plan to eat here today."

"Yes, sir."

Locke's answer came from inside the room.

"Old bastard, I didn't say that."

Hearing Garibaldi's words, Kosenz would not have gotten his way. "Locke, I'm going to eat here today, I have a good appetite today, I can eat two people's servings."

"Got it, Mr. Cosentz."

After hearing Locke's answer, Cosentz had a triumphant expression on his face, and Garibaldi's teeth itched with anger.

But jokes are jokes, and the business still has to be dealt with, I saw Cosenz put away his expression and asked with a serious face. "And what are you going to do?"

"I don't know."

However, after seeing the still somewhat incomprehensible expression, Garibaldi explained. "That King Carlo has always wanted to toss my old bones, but I really have no plans to go out now. And my time is over, and I don't want to get noticed again because it would upset too many people. ”

Garibaldi's words, Cosenz believes are the voice of an old friend. But he also noticed the wording, and 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?"

Garibaldi was very frank in the face of Cosenz's questioning. "I'm sorry, but it's my selfishness. It's not fair to you that you can't accommodate me all the time. ”

At this point, Garibaldi paused and continued. "Remember what you said of the young monarch when you came back from Rome?"

"How can you not remember, young and old, at a young age, he has a demeanor that is not inferior to his father."

"Actually, I think so too, but this majesty is now chasing after us, and if he doesn't give him some benefits, he won't let us go."

"And then?"

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

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

"You're not stupid, Kosentz."

Garibaldi burst out laughing as he spoke.

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

"Have you ever met this King Carlo before, and how do you know this character so well?"

"Intuition!"

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

"It's really intuitive, I had this kid at the funeral was not simple, and when it came to the enthronement ceremony, the feeling was even stronger, and there was a feeling that I was watching a young version of the old king. So the first time I received his letter, I had the idea of being targeted, in order to make this king give up, so I pushed you out, old friend, you won't blame me. ”

Faced with Garibaldi's sincere words, Cosenz did not know what to say.

In fact, he knew in his heart that this was just Garibaldi's excuse 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."

Cosenz looked at his old friend and sighed involuntarily.

And in the face of Cosenz's words, Garibaldi waved his hand and said. "It's nothing, I owe it to the lads before. They fought with me on the battlefield, and I couldn't give them any explanation. ”

Cosenz knew that Garibaldi was talking about several previous calls for volunteers, and when they ran out, they were disbanded. He thought that he had an explanation for these followers, and 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 fellow, we are all voluntary, and we don't want to pursue returns, otherwise we would have left long ago, just like De Pretis and others."

What Cosenz meant, Garibaldi knew very well, that the Red Shirts who were still supporting him were indeed the kind of people who did not ask for anything in return, and it was precisely because of this that he felt a little guilty about it.

"Don't convince me, Kosentz, I know that. But I have to give them an explanation, you are my most trusted friend, can you take care of them? ”

Hearing Garibaldi's words, Cosenz was a little surprised, and at the same time felt a little bad in his heart.

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

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

Although Garibaldi gave an explanation, Cosenz still felt that something was wrong, because it really seemed like he was asking for a lonely thing. Although he stopped asking, he paid attention to Garibaldi's state.

Compared with before, there are more age spots on the face, the waist is more hunched, and the energy is much weaker than before.

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

And at this moment, Kosenz didn't want to fight with him anymore.

The change in Cosentz's expression was observed by Garibaldi. "Why, I think I'm too old to walk."

"Nope."

"Why not, your thoughts are written on your face, thinking I can't find out."

"You guy is still so hard-mouthed, I really shouldn't care about you."

"I need to be cared for, not at all. Ever since I started running the boat, I knew that I was in good health and could live at least ninety-nine. ”

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

"Forget it, I can't say it, let it be."

With that, he left the garden.

"Wait, you remember to make a trip to Rome. I don't want to be bothered by the king. ”

"Got it, it's annoying."

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