When the government was finally preparing for the disaster, someone took action to start the disaster relief before they did, and everyone must have guessed that yes, the Savoy family, as a royal family, took the lead in starting a large-scale relief. Funded by the royal family, ships carrying grain from all over Europe were sent to southern Italian ports.

As the king, Carlo certainly did not miss this opportunity, and he personally distributed relief food to the affected people, so that the suffering victims could feel the care and condolences from the royal family. In Naples, Bari, Taranto and other places, this young majesty can be seen.

"May God bless you."

Carlo placed a relief meal in the hands of a hungry victim, and the expression of gratitude on his face was about to overflow.

"Thank you, your gracious majesty, thank you, your gracious majesty."

After seeing off the victim, Carlo continued to say the same thing to the next victim, gaining another heart's heart.

This continued until sunset, when Carlo returned to his Alton estate in Palermo with a sore arm.

This manor is also the property of the royal family, and as for the Norman palace where his father lived before, because of the assassination, Carlo didn't want to live anymore, so he changed it.

Of course, this time Carlo condolences to southern Italy, and the protection work is not imstrict, it is simply three steps, one post, five steps and one tip. No one would see another assassination, and it would be too much to say.

So in addition to the strict guarding of the manor, the police also protect the manor with the same attitude.

Of course, Carlo's kindness in distributing food to the victims will not be affected by this, and every victim who can walk in front of Carlo has been strictly inspected to ensure that he will not be harmed in any way by His Majesty.

And Carlo, who returned to the residence, didn't care about his sore arms, and asked the guards beside him. "Your Excellency the Chief of the Guard, have you come back?"

"Your Majesty, the chief of the guard has not yet returned."

"Then when he comes back, call him over at once."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After a few orders to the guards, Carlo had time to deal with his arm.

"Nia, come and rub my arm for me, I found out that you have been rubbing it a lot better yesterday."

With Carlo's call, the soft little maid appeared in front of him.

The gentle little hand pinched Carlo's shoulder, making him can't help but let out a snort, while the faint aroma and white and tender roundness stimulated his senses from time to time, making him a little addicted.

"Nia, yes, it's pinching here, it's so comfortable, don't stop, by the way, I'm also a little swollen under my abdomen, help me pinch it." Si~, it hurts, it hurts. ”

Nia, who was red-faced, slapped Carlo hard and made him gasp.

"Dada~"

Just as Carlo was about to quarrel with the little maid for a while, a knock on the door disturbed his interest.

"What's the matter?"

Faced with being disturbed, Carlo didn't care about continuing to play with the little maid, and immediately asked.

"Your Majesty, the chief of the guard is back."

"Let him come right away."

Temporarily ignoring the opportunity to promote a relationship with the little maid Nia, Carlo immediately summoned the chief of the guard who had just returned.

By the time the dusty chief of the guard appeared in front of Carlo, the little maid had long since disappeared.

"Captain Guard, how about this meeting?"

Without waiting for the chief guard to speak, Carlo spoke first. Although this seems to be a bit of a snub to the chief of the guard, on the other hand, it can also be seen that Carlo attaches great importance to it.

"Your Majesty, I have met Mr. Garibaldi this time, and he is very grateful for the assistance you have sent, but he thinks that the victims of the disaster in various parts of Italy are in greater need of the royal family's assistance, so he said that he will not need to send him funds next time, and he will find a way to solve the difficulties of the Red Shirts."

"Then Garibaldi agreed to meet?"

"Your Majesty, he agreed?"

Hearing the news made Carlo feel that the trip was worth it. That's right, the most important thing for him to come to Palermo this time, in addition to disaster relief, was to meet Garibaldi.

Because he knew that Garibaldi was no longer needed by the government after the agreement between Italy and France, and he did not want to wait until the national hero was disappointed and returned to the small island of Caprera to figure out a solution, because if he did, his every move would be closely watched.

"Did Mr. Garibaldi say when we would meet?"

"Your Majesty, the sooner you tell me, the better, so I'll meet tomorrow morning."

"Well, tomorrow I will announce my rest to the public, just in time to see His Excellency Garibaldi."

After a night without a word, the next day Palermo started a new day.

And King Carlo, who lives in Arton Manor, announced that he would have a day off in the manor today, which made the police chief in charge of the outer security work breathe a sigh of relief. After all, for him, His Majesty's safety comes first, and he doesn't want to follow in the footsteps of his predecessor. a

It's just that he doesn't know that the person he needs to protect is no longer here.

Palermo's Avenida Sam, where ordinary people live, is full of life, and the children playing on the street are already building a picture of life by the women washing clothes by the well and the small traders and vendors selling on the street.

Carlo sat in the carriage and looked at the picture in fascination.

The carriage he rode in was very ordinary, without any pattern representing the family's logo, just like ordinary people using carriages. However, although the carriage is the same, the people are different, and the driver of the carriage is powerful at first glance.

The carriage didn't travel long down the street, and after a while it turned into an alley. The scene here is different, many young people gather here, and the queue is long.

"Your Majesty, this is the Red Shirts recruiting people, and His Excellency Garibaldi is waiting for you inside."

"I see."

The carriage stopped at the small gate beside it, and when the chief of the guard, Baron Felimich, had taken Carlo out of the carriage, and after signaling to a man standing at the small door, they entered.

As soon as you enter, the picture is different, there are a lot of people here, but they are all busy with their own things.

Led by the chief of the guard, Carlo and his party walked through them to a room on the third floor.

After a knock on the door, Carlo finally met the national hero again.

"Hello, Mr. Garibaldi, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Hello Your Majesty, forgive me for not being able to go down and pick you up in person, after all, I have a lot of people here, and it wouldn't be good if it attracted attention."

"It's okay, I'm not going to worry about it."

After greeting Garibaldi, Carlo continued to speak enthusiastically to another person on the side. "It is a pleasure to meet you here, Mr. Cosenz, and I know that a true Italian will never be able to accept the pain that others have imposed on him."

That's right, the one who deserves to talk about Carlo is this Garibaldi's friend Cosenz.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty. I don't know if Your Majesty is in a hurry to see us this time, is there anything important? ”

In the end, Garibaldi's right-hand man, Cosenz asked Carlo about the purpose of his trip as soon as he arrived.

"There's something urgent I want to inform you."

Carlo organized the language and spoke. "Do you know about the secret negotiations between the government and the French at the moment?"

Without waiting for the two to answer, Carlo knew the answer from their surprised expressions.

Although Prime Minister De Pretis is very secretive, how can it be hidden from Carlo's eyes, as a royal family, the Savoy family is very well informed in Rome.

Sure enough, the two of them were taken aback and replied in unison. "We don't know."

"Your Majesty, can you tell me what's going on?"

"Yes."

Carlo told the two of them about Prime Minister De Pretis's attempt to get rid of the Italian property in Tunisia, and their expressions became more and more serious as they listened to his words.

The two were not stupid either, and if the government had negotiated with the French, Garibaldi's formation of the Red Shirts would have been very embarrassing, because such an act without the support of the government was doomed to failure.

Garibaldi didn't care about failure, but no one would be happy to see the government's stabbing himself in the back.

And Garibaldi, who is used to being stabbed, is also unwilling to see such a result.

And now is not the period of the War of Unification, he can do everything he should be able to send money and give away people. Now facing France, Garibaldi has mixed feelings. But no matter how complicated it is, as an Italian, he must also be on the Italian side.

"Your Majesty thanks you for your information, it will give us time to prepare."

The personal thanks from the national hero did not satisfy Carlo, only to see him ask. "Your Excellency, may I ask you what you are going to do?"

In response to Carlo's inquiry, Garibaldi said after glancing at his old friend. "What else can be done is to disband them and let them go home."

Garibaldi's words made Carlo happy, didn't he come to Palermo this time to appear at this time?

"Two, it's a bit of a waste to let the Red Shirts disband like this. I don't think it's good at all that these young people, who are full of love for reading Italy in their hearts, are told that they are going to be disbanded after a lot of hard work, and that blows them and all those who are proud of the Red Shirts. ”

In the face of Carlo's impassioned statement, the two old men, who didn't know how much wind and rain they had experienced, didn't know that the young majesty in front of them had other ideas. Although I don't know what this majesty is thinking, it seems that it is not bad after several contacts, so Cosenz did not wait for his old friend to speak, and gave him a chance first.

"Your Majesty, what do you think should be done?"

Now that Cosenz has given himself a chance, Carlo certainly needs to take it.

"I also know the difficulties of the Red Shirts at the moment, mainly because the government is no longer willing to provide human and material support. With the government reaching an agreement with France, although the opposition from the people is still high, the government will not support it anymore. This is very bad for the Red Shirts, and it is something I don't want to see. I think it's important to keep the Red Shirts as a team with a legacy, and it's important for the kingdom, so I want to keep the Red Shirts alive. ”

Hearing this, Kosenz couldn't help but speak.

"But Your Majesty, don't you take into account the attitude of the military?"

The reason why the Red Shirts were disbanded several times was because of the military's hostility to this team that was not under their control, and of course because Garibaldi had a strong republican mentality.

And Cosenz pointed out this directly, also to see how Carlo could solve the situation of the military's opposition.

"Rest assured, I have fully considered the attitude of the military. I think that the integration of the Red Shirts into the Guards system would reduce the opposition of the military. ”

The Guards mentioned by Carlo were led by both the military and the royal family, and of course the Italian Guards were not as large as the Russians, with only two regiments of less than 7,000 troops, and they were stationed in Rome mainly to defend the royal family.

And when Carlo said this, he couldn't help but ask. "May I ask, how many Red Shirts are there at the moment?"

"There are currently 1,836 Red Shirts."

"Very good," Carlo was pleased with the number, and if there were too many Red Shirts, he would really have a hard time arranging it. "I don't think the formation of the 3rd Guards Regiment will disgrace the prestige of the Red Shirts."

Faced with Carlo's offer, Cosenz and Garibaldi looked at each other, and it was the national hero who spoke. "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your fancy to the Red Shirts, but this matter is very important, and we need to think about it."

In the face of Garibaldi's answer, Carlo nodded in agreement, and he didn't have the idea of the other party agreeing on the spot, but he couldn't help but ask. "That's fine, but can I ask how long I think about it?"

"How many more days will Your Majesty stay in Palermo?"

"I'll stay three more days."

"Then we will give His Majesty an accurate answer in three days."

Carlo, who was satisfied with the results, talked to the two for a while and left. In order to avoid attracting attention, Garibaldi and Cosenz did not see Carlo off. It wasn't until the Carlo carriage left that the two withdrew their gaze.

"What do you think of this Karlo's Majesty's suggestion?"

Cosenz was the first to hold his breath and asked.

"I don't know."

The white-haired old man replied helplessly in the face of his friend's inquiry, and the confusion in his eyes could be seen by everyone.

Although he had been mentally prepared for this result, he found that he still couldn't bear it after the real arrival. Why is it so difficult to serve my country!

But it's about the future of the lads, and he doesn't intend to decide directly.

"It doesn't matter what I think, let's ask the boys for their opinions, they follow me with anticipation, trust me, I can't be selfish to make decisions for them."

It seems that the government's decision has broken the heart of the national hero again, but there is nothing Kosenz can do about it.

Although his old friend has an extremely high prestige among the people, the government and military's fear of him has not been diminished in the slightest, and he may not be able to guard against him like a thief until his old friend dies.

Garibaldi is also a resolute person, and since he has decided, he has to carry it out. In the evening of the same day, he summoned all the Red Shirts, informed them of the situation, and let them decide for themselves.

The result made Carlo very satisfied, 1513 out of 1836 people chose to join the Guard, and did not let Carlo wait, and the next day Garibaldi sent someone to inform Carlo of the result, which made him can't help but hug the little maid next to him to vent the joy in his heart.

Even if the little maid's white and tender little hand beat Carlo's chest, it didn't make him have the intention of putting it down.

As for whether this was Carlo's uncontrollable or intentional behavior, it was not known, but he only felt good in his hand.

Carlo stayed for another day, leaving the chief of guard to settle the rest of the matter, and then he returned to Rome, where he had plans to do.