"Does Mr. Mazzini live here? I am from the Kingdom of Sardinia, and I am here to visit me today!"

Faced with Cavour's cordial inquiry, the old woman had a blank expression on her face.

After pondering for a long time, the old woman shook her head and replied to Cavour in a respectful tone, "Dear sir, none of my tenants has a tenant named Mazzini, I think you are not mistaken!

And the people who can be your friends won't live with me!"

The old woman's answer made Cavour wonder if his intelligence was really wrong.

Whether Mazzini lives elsewhere!

Later, Cavour also thought carefully about the scene of his secret meeting with Garibaldi in London.

At that time, Garibaldi told him in a firm tone that Mazzini lived in London.

Considering Garibaldi's personality, there is no need for him to deceive him on this issue!

After all, both Cavour and Mazzini fought for the cause of Italian unity.

It's just that the two people have certain differences on the issue of reunification.

Immediately afterward, Cavour wondered if Mazzini had not used his real identity when renting the house.

Republicans like him would themselves be under surveillance by the London authorities.

In order to escape London's surveillance, renting an apartment under an impostor is essential.

With this in mind, Cavour immediately changed his mind and asked if any of the old woman's tenants had a guest with a speaking accent like his.

Saying that, Cavour showed the old woman what is called earthy (Italian) English.

The old woman didn't answer Cavour's question immediately, her eyes began to become vigilant, and her tone of voice became extremely unkind, "Dear sir, this is London, not your country!

If you don't leave here, I'll call the police!"

Looking at the old woman in front of him who looked at him like a beast, Cavour knew that the other party should think of him as a secret police lurking in London in another country.

In such a situation, explanations were no longer useful, and Cavour put his hand in his pocket and fumbled

After watching Cavour's movements, the old woman subconsciously took a step back, and warned Cavour at the same time, "What do you want to do!

Believe it or not, I'm going to call the police right now!"

Under the wary gaze of the old woman, Cavour took out a £50 bill (more a £50 cheque than a banknote) from his pocket, and quickly handed it into the old woman's hand.

The old woman carefully looked at the 50 pound bill in her hand, and after making sure that the banknote was not a forgery, her eyes immediately changed from the previous vigilance to kindness, and the corners of her mouth also showed a flattering smile.

In 19th-century Britain, a single woman could live well for only £60 a year.

A £50 bill is exactly equivalent to nearly a year's rent for two people, which is a lot of extra income for the old woman!

"Sir, there are few people who can be as generous as you!" The old woman said in a particularly respectful tone.

Judging from Cavour's casual handing her 50 pounds, the rich fat man in front of her was probably not someone she could afford to mess with.

Even if she chooses to call the police, the police probably won't choose to accept it.

If it is not good, she will be detained and punished in order to satisfy the gentleman's request.

After all, in this kingdom made of money, whoever has the money can have the greatest right to speak.

Every slum man understands that fairness and the law are never on the side of the poor.

"Dear ma'am, I would like to ask if there is a tenant who speaks in a tone similar to mine!" Once again, Cavour asked the old woman in earthy English.

The old woman thought for a moment, then nodded and replied to Cavour, "Sir, there is indeed one of my tenants who speaks in a tone similar to yours!"

"Can I bother you

Take me to him!" Cavour then replied to the old woman.

"Sir takes the liberty of asking what is your relationship with him!"

The old woman wanted to find out the identity of the person in front of her, but in order not to disgust Cavour, she deliberately added, "If it's not convenient to explain, you don't need to say it."

It's just that I hope that when you arrest that gentleman, I don't want to make a bad impression on the other tenants when he leaves the apartment!

It's going to make my business worse!"

"Don't worry! Ma'am!" Cavour assured the old woman, "I'm not the secret police who arrested him, but we're still good friends who have never been masked!"

"Can you be a good friend without a mask?" The old woman looked at Cavour with puzzled eyes.

"Of course!" Cavour swore to the old woman, "We have a common ideal, and we work hard for this common ideal!"

"Okay! You gentlemen, you always like to say things that an old woman like me doesn't understand!" The old woman sighed lightly, she understood that the person in front of her was not the one who wanted to arrest the tenant, "Please come with me!"

With that, the old woman turned around and went into the apartment, and Cavour followed the old woman's footsteps into the apartment.

The old woman then told Cavour that the guest with the same accent as him lived in a room on the fourth (and top floor) of the apartment, near the end of the hallway.

Led by the old woman, Cavour walked up the wooden staircase.

With the "creaking" of leather shoes on the rotting and damp planks, the old woman babbled to Cavour, "Alas! That friend of yours is such a withdrawn man that I have never seen him leave his room except during his usual mealtime.

Several times, I knocked on the door and asked him if he needed to clean the room, and he refused!

If he hadn't come out every day to forage for food, I'd have wondered if he was dead in the room!"

Soon, Cavour and the old woman came to the fourth floor, and the two of them walked to the door of the room one after the other.

The old woman knocked softly on the door, and after a while, a tired voice came from the room, "Who!"

"Sir, I'm your landlord!" The old woman replied to the tenants in the room.

"I told you I don't need to clean!" There was some impatience in the voices in the room.

The old woman's face also flashed with a hint of displeasure, and to be honest, she didn't want to have too much contact with this tenant.

If it weren't for the fact that this house was not easy to rent, he would have driven him out a long time ago.

"Sir, I have a gentleman here who would like to meet you, would you like to meet him?" The old woman continued to ask.

There was a deathly silence in the room, and after a while, a voice continued to come from the room, "I don't have any friends in London, please get rid of him!"

At that moment, Cavour spoke to the people in the room, "Sir, I got your address from Garibaldi!

For my sake, please meet me, and I will be satisfied with the outcome!"

After a few more moments, the door to the room opened, and a man with a beard, a smooth forehead, and sharp ears that looked like elves appeared in front of Cavour and the old woman.

He was Giuseppe Mazzini, the spiritual leader of the Charcoal Burning Party and the most wanted criminal in the Austrian Empire.

Seeing this, the old woman departed in amusement, leaving only Jupese Mazzini and Cavour.

Jupese Mazzini looked at Cavour in front of him, his eyes showing undisguised disgust.

In his eyes, the Austrian Empire, which was preventing the unification of Italy, was hateful, but Cavour, an accomplice of the feudal kingdom, was no better.

Mazzini really doesn't understand why Garibaldi is entangled with such a person!

"Mr. Mazzini, shouldn't you invite me to your revolutionary shrine for a sitting?" Cavour spoke briskly to Mazzini

, he wanted to create a relatively less tense atmosphere.

"Come in!" Mazzini responded lightly.

Upon entering the room, Cavour found that Mazzini's room was too basic, with nothing but a desk, a few chairs, and a camp bed.

"Sit down!"

Mazzini invited Cavour to sit down on the chair, and Cavour sat down on the chair.

Immediately afterward, Mazzini asked Cavour, "Mr. Cavour, I don't know what you are looking for me!"

"Mr. Mazzini, your living environment is truly an eye-opener for me!" Cavour didn't seem to want to answer Ma Zhi's question immediately, but replied to Ma Zhini without a donkey's mouth, "Only such an environment can produce a great thinker and practitioner like you!"

In the face of Cavour's compliment, Mazzini did not feel a trace of joy, but became more vigilant.

"Mr. Cavour, if you don't want to make your intentions clear, then I can only ask you to get out of here!" Mazzini wanted Cavour to give an ultimatum.

"Okay!" Cavour understood Mazzini's attitude, and he shrugged his shoulders and said to Mazzini, "Monsieur Mazzini, I would like to beg you to start an uprising against Austria in Lombardy and Venice!"

Mazzini's first reaction when he heard Cavour's request was that the Kingdom of Sardinia wanted to make trouble.

"What do you want to do?" Mazzini asked Cavour warily.

"We share your thoughts and want to unify the Italian peninsula!" Cavour did not shy away from saying to Mazzini.

"If you want to unify the Italian peninsula, you will have to sacrifice our comrades?" Mazzini said to Cavour with a furry smile

Cavour was silent for a moment, then replied to Mazzini in a deep tone, "Mr. Mazzini, I can solemnly swear to you that their sacrifice is meaningful!

The new nation will never forget what they have done!"

"Humph! A new nation?" Mazzini snorted coldly again, and said to Cavour in a disdainful tone, "Monsieur Cavour, the new country you are talking about is the country of you propertied people, the country of the royal family of Savoy, not the country of the oppressed Italian nation and the Italian people!"

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