While Palmerston and Minister Russell were on their way to Windsor Castle in a horse-drawn carriage, Cavour and Victor Umberto, who had travelled from Windsor Castle, also returned to the hotel.

As soon as he entered the room, Victor Umberto quickly closed the door and asked Cavour questions that were buried deep in his mind.

"Your Excellency, I don't understand why you are so happy? Prince Albert doesn't seem to have acceded to our request!" Victor Umberto asked Cavourdo, confused.

Cavour smiled and explained to Victor Umberto, "Your Highness, Prince Albert has agreed to our request in disguise!"

"This ......" Victor Umberto, who was a little lacking in political acumen, thought for a moment, but still did not understand the subtext of Prince Albert, he shook his head and responded to Cavour, "Your Excellency, please forgive me for being stupid! Didn't Prince Albert always insist that the Kingdom of Britain would not intervene in the situation on the Italian peninsula?

How can this be considered a promise to us!"

Seeing that Victor Umberto had not yet learned the art of language, Cavour had to patiently explain to Victor Umberto.

"Your Highness, during our conversation, did Prince Albert say that [as long as the Kingdom of Sardinia does not officially act to disturb the Italian peninsula, then the Kingdom of Britain is willing to vouch for the safety of the Kingdom of Sardinia!] 】」

Victor Umberto pondered for a moment, then replied to Cavour with a puzzled expression, "Prince Albert did say this, and that doesn't mean that the Kingdom of Britain is unwilling to support the just act of the Kingdom of Sardinia to unify Italy!"

"No!" Cavour shook his head, and the old god replied, "That's not how it is understood! If Prince Albert really meant that, then he didn't have to repeat the explanation!

Prince Albert meant that "as long as the Kingdom of Sardinia does not send a regular army, then the Kingdom of Britain is willing to guarantee the safety of the Kingdom of Sardinia!" 】」

"This ......," Victor Umberto scratched his head, his eyes still showing a clear stupidity, "it doesn't seem to make a difference!"

Looking at Victor Umberto, who was "not going in with oil and salt" in front of him, Cavour sighed lightly, and simply spread out his words directly, "Your Highness, as long as the Kingdom of Sardinia does not send regular troops to confront the Austrian Empire head-on, and chooses to rely on other means to incite the people in the Italian Peninsula to overthrow the monarch except for the Kingdom of Sardinia, then the Kingdom of Britain is willing to provide security for the Kingdom of Sardinia!"

In other words, as long as we don't choose to send a regular army to fight head-on, any other method can get the support of the Kingdom of Britain.

As long as we have the protection of the Kingdom of Britain, we need not fear the threat of the Austrian Empire."

After listening to Cavour's explanation, Victor Umberto showed a sudden expression, and couldn't help muttering, "I see!"

It didn't take long for Victor Umberto to suddenly think of another question, he frowned slightly and said with a slight hint of apprehension, "Your Excellency, the explanation you just gave is just your guess in the final analysis!

If your guess is wrong, will the Kingdom of Sardinia bear certain consequences?"

As for Victor Umberto's worries, Cavour had naturally thought of it a long time ago.

Cavour remained patient and explained to Victor Umberto slowly, "Your Highness, this is a common phrase in the field of diplomacy!

No one knows whether the ambiguous words are a deliberate trap or sweet honey!

We can only rely on past diplomatic experience to make a rough judgment of Prince Albert's intentions."

"So, if we were wrong, wouldn't we put the Kingdom of Sardinia in danger!" Victor Umberto nervously asked Cavourdo.

"Your Highness, this is the price of necessity!" Cavour said to Victor Umberto in a sad tone, "After all, we are only a medium-sized country in the Italian peninsula!

Compared to the rest of the Italian peninsula, we do have some strength!

But with the Kingdom of Britain

Compared to such a behemoth, we are nothing more than a pawn, a pawn to pry the hegemony of the French Empire.

We have to obey our responsibilities as pawns.

Otherwise, we wouldn't even be qualified to act as pawns.

If we are not willing to follow in the footsteps of the great powers, then we can only choose to become a dessert on the menu of the great powers!"

After hearing Cavour's explanation, the pride in Victor Umberto's heart also disappeared and was replaced by an inexplicable sadness.

It was a few more moments before Victor Umberto adjusted his condition and asked Cavour what he was going to do next.

Continue to stay in London, or return to the Kingdom of Sardinia!

"Before we leave London, we have to find a helper who can open up the Italian peninsula!

That's how we can break the deadpan of the Italian peninsula!" Cavour said to Victor Umberto

"Mr. Cavour, who is the helper you are looking for?" Victor Umberto immediately asked Cavourdo.

Cavour didn't answer Victor Umberto, but said lightly, "Your Highness, it's better that you still don't know about this kind of thing!"

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, I have the right to know where to go next!" Victor Umberto argued with Cavour.

Cavour then told Victor Umberto that Victor Umberto didn't have to go with him, and that Victor Umberto only had to stay at the hotel.

Reluctantly, Victor Umberto tried to oppose it in the name of Victor Emmanuel II, but was told by Cavour that the decision had been made before they left the Kingdom of Sardinia.

That is, Victor Umberto's father also agrees with Cavour!

In order to prevent Victor Umberto from becoming rebellious, Cavour revealed a little bit about it.

"Your Highness, the person I'm going to meet this time is a member of the Charcoal Burning Party in the Italian peninsula, so I can't let you go with me!

Even if it is captured by the French Empire, it will not help!

I am just a parliamentarian with no rights, and neither the French Empire nor the Austrian Empire will nor can use this excuse to strike against the Kingdom of Sardinia!

Big deal, I'll just quit!

On the other hand, if you are exposed to being in contact with extremist forces, then the whole problem becomes extremely tricky!

It is very likely that France and Austria will make a fuss about this, and then the Kingdom of Sardinia will fall into a passive state!

So don't come with me!"

After hearing Cavour's explanation, Victor Umberto chose not to go with Cavour, and repeatedly told Cavour to be careful.

Immediately afterward, Cavour left the room under the watchful eye of Victor Umberto.

Victor Umberto closed the door again, then ran to the window near the street to observe.

After about half a minute, Cavour appeared on the street, and he waved at it.

A carriage appeared in front of Cavour and enthusiastically asked where Cavour was.

Cavour spoke fluent English about the destination of the trip, and the coachman warmly invited Cavour to get in the carriage.

The carriage carried Cavour along the Thames, and soon crossed the bustling and wealthy district to the "commoner" district, which was like hell on earth.

The tightly knit buildings and narrow streets seem to speak silently of the poverty, and through the glass windows of the carriage, there is not a gentleman on either side of the street who wears a modest suit like Cavour.

Almost all the men walking on the street wore a shabby gray coat that looked like they had not been washed for a long time, a few men still wore some peaked caps on their heads, and women wore white necks that were about to be dyed gray, and wore brown-and-yellow dresses, and the whole person looked very old.

Of course, most people who can walk on the streets are still the same

Decent people in the relative sense, that is, what later generations often called the "blue-collar class".

Many more don't even have a full set of clothes, and families huddle in their London basements sharing a set of shabby clothes and beds.

If you go out to work, then the outfit will be used by whomever you want.

London is not only full of flowers and light, but also decay and darkness in its corners.

Due to the congestion of the roads in the ghetto, the driver took Cavour for a long time and stopped for a long time, and finally arrived in front of an apartment.

The apartment is a bit out of place compared to the dilapidated buildings in the slums.

The exterior walls of the apartment show no signs of peeling off, and the white walls look as if they have just been painted with white paint a while ago.

What's even more remarkable is that there is a fence in front of the apartment, and inside the fence there is a green lawn and a few wild flowers.

Apartments like this can already be called "mansions" in this slum, and most of the people who can live in them are civil servants with relatively decent jobs (government or company clerks), or small leaders among the workers.

Only such a person would have the will to live here.

After all, such people cannot sustain their wages in the rich area, but they are unwilling to condescend to allow themselves to live with the workers, which makes it impossible to show their "superiority", and apartments like this are their first choice!

Cavour stepped out of the carriage and walked slowly to the door of the apartment, then gently knocked on the door twice with his hand

After a while, an old woman in a long gray and white dress appeared in front of Cavour, and after glancing at Cavour, she asked in a faint tone, "Who are you looking for?"

"Does Mr. Mazzini live here? I am a guest from Sardinia, and I happened to pass by here today and hope to be able to visit Monsieur Mazzini!"

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