My Italian

When Howard was prosperous in the Far East, Carlo was not very satisfied with his life as the behind-the-scenes messenger.

Because he found that it was too difficult to push Italy to make small moves against France, and those seasoned officials were simply reluctant to do so. Even the young officials on his side are worried about this. Fear of attracting retaliation from France. The Army did not know the reason and did not express its position, which made Carlo who was pushing him extremely helpless.

Has the blood of the Italians been exhausted by the Roman Empire?

However, it is not without good news that among the lower-level officials, there are many people who support measures against France. However, these people cannot influence the political situation at all. If the two sides are evenly matched, they can still play a role, but in the current situation, it is difficult for them to play a role.

"These people are really difficult to handle."

Carlo, who had just talked with Speaker Leslie, sat down on the sofa and complained about the government's problems.

"Your Majesty, I don't think this matter should be rushed, but patience."

Baron Filimic, who had just sent the Speaker away, saw the frustrated King, and immediately stepped forward to comfort him.

Facing the persuasion of the head guard, Carlo raised his head to explain. "Patience is not suitable for the current situation, this is a decisive battle for me, I can't lose, you understand."

It's obvious that Carlo is a little impatient now, but it's not his fault. Although he is only in his teens on the outside, he is a thirty-year-old soul on the inside. He tastes the taste of power, and of course he doesn't want to lose it like this. In addition, for Carlo, who is familiar with history, Italian power should be controlled by himself. After all, such strange things happened to him, so he has a certain arrogance more or less. Even if he is inexperienced and his methods are not as clever as those old foxes, but they know the trend of history, can they know this?

"This time, no matter what, I will push Italy to participate in the Far East."

Seeing Carlo gnashing his teeth to show his attitude, Felipe Mitch gave advice at this time. "Your Majesty, perhaps you can ask His Excellency Allejad about this matter."

Ask the palace steward?

Carlo looked at his captain in confusion.

"Your Majesty, His Excellency Al Rajad has served the royal family for more than 40 years, and he also met Prime Minister Cavour."

The captain of the guard stopped talking here, but Carlo understood.

It seems that this old man, who usually does not show the mountains and dew, has such rich experience before.

Now that the captain of the guard has made such a clear statement, Carlo will of course listen.

Carlo appeared in front of him in the afternoon when the palace steward was resting.

"I didn't expect your residence to be so frugal."

Carlo was amazed by the residence of the palace steward in the palace. A rattan chair, a small table, a standing wardrobe, and a single bed, this is the configuration of the palace chief's residence.

For Carlo's visit, Alegad stood up to show his respect, and then explained the reason. "It's nothing, it's a habit for many years, and I don't want to change it when I get old."

Looking at the frail old man in front of him, Carlo didn't know what to say, so he had to talk about the information he had learned. "It's surprising that I heard about the past experience of the general manager."

"Your Majesty, this must have been told to you by the captain of the guard."

Facing Carlo's words, Al Rajad did not deny it, but directly stated the source of his news.

"That's right, if the captain of the bodyguard hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known that the headmaster had such a great reputation."

Carlo also did not deny it.

"This Felipe Mitch is really causing me trouble."

After the old man muttered, he raised his head and looked at Carlo. "I don't know, Your Majesty, do you have anything to do with me?"

Facing the old man's question, Carlo immediately revealed all the problems he encountered.

"Um... That's it."

After listening to Carlo's remarks, Alejad asked his own question. "Why is His Majesty so intent on intervening in France's plans in the Far East? There is a high chance of failure."

Facing the old man's question, Carlo answered seriously. "It's for the market."

"market?"

"Yes, the current situation in Italy is very unfavorable. Domestic industrial products are becoming more and more sluggish because of German competition. If there is no solution, it will get worse and worse. At that time, Italian industrialization is likely to regress. So find a market for it. It is imminent, and currently only the Far East market can accept and accommodate Italian industrial products, but this market is greatly influenced by its government, and we must gain its favor…”

"So your solution is to help when France is fighting against it?"

Before Alejad had finished speaking, the old man said it directly.

"That's right."

Carlo doesn't deny it at all.

Director Alejad asked another question. "Then have you ever thought about how France will react when it finds out about our actions."

"I have thought about it, and there is a solution." Facing the question, Carlo was quite confident. "If France is threatening war, then we are just showing the military alliance of the three countries."

Facing Carlo's answer, Al Jade did not give an answer, but continued to ask. "What if they use tariff trade as a means?"

"If this is the case, then we are not without countermeasures, but I believe that the French are not necessarily willing to accept such a lose-lose result. Of course, if the French are obsessed, then opening up other markets can also help us through the difficulties. The key is the Italian industry. There must be a way out for products, otherwise industrialization will be impossible.”

Of course, Carlo knows that Italy is currently exporting various agricultural products and wine to France, which can make Italian farmers a lot of profit, but in order to industrialize, there must be trade-offs. Of course this is the worst-case scenario, and Carlo doesn't think that's going to happen.

Obviously, Al Rajad also thought no, so he said with satisfaction. "Since Your Majesty already has confidence, then I will give the last force to His Majesty as an old bone."

Carlo, who got the happy result from the old man, then left after chatting a few more words.

After Carlo left, Alejad picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, is that Barker?"

"it's me."

"That's right, I want to invite you for a cup of coffee."

"When the time comes, let's meet at the same place. I haven't tasted old Rooney's craftsmanship for a long time. I don't know if I have regressed."

After putting down the phone, Alejad changed into dark clothes and went out with a hat on.

There is a coffee shop called Rooney at the corner of Bonnier Street in Rome. This coffee shop is a few years old. The neighbors who live here know this, and the old Rooney is a very good person, so everyone likes to drink coffee here. .

Today, an old carriage was parked in front of the coffee shop, and an old man with gray hair stepped out of the carriage.

Seeing the customer coming, Rooney, the shop owner, immediately greeted him, but looking at the visitor, the old shop owner was a little curious. "You are?"

"Rooney, you don't even recognize me?"

"You are Mr. Allejad. I didn't recognize you. We haven't seen each other for almost 20 years. How are you?"

"Not bad, being a housekeeper in a big family."

The old shopkeeper wiped his hands and quickly gave directions. "Quick, please, please, please."

"Give me a quiet place, I'll talk to others later."

"no problem."

Alejad was led to a corner by the window, which was not only quiet, but also unobtrusive, and could see the outside, which was indeed a good location.

"Rooney, how have you been all these years?"

"Thanks to Your Excellency, life is not bad. I even have a grandson now."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Speaking of which, Rooney would also like to thank Alejad. At that time, his coffee shop was spotted by someone and used various methods to coerce it to resell it. Fortunately, Alejad, who was a guest at the time, stood up and stopped all this, so old Rooney He has always been regarded as a savior.

Since a benefactor who has not met for more than 20 years has appeared, then Old Rooney must do everything in his power to satisfy him.

So after a few chats, Old Rooney resigned, and he needed to go to the kitchen to prepare it himself.

Before Alajad waited long, an old man with the same white hair appeared in front of him.

"Alejad, you are not living in the palace, why do you invite me for coffee when you are free?"

The old man broke his mouth as soon as he sat down.

"Balk, if it weren't for your mouth, you would be sitting in the position of Minister of War."

Allejad didn't say it was okay, when he talked about the old man, he immediately raised his voice. "You think I'm willing to say that they're all a bunch of incompetent guys. If you don't scold them, you won't know what you're doing at all."

This grumpy old man's full name is Boras Balk, and he has a lot of prestige in the army. If he hadn't broken his mouth, he would have taken over as the Army Chief of Staff or the Army Minister. Although what he said was well-founded, he still offended a lot of people, so he couldn't sit in these two seats.

"Okay, let's not talk about you. I'm looking for you this time to ask, isn't your army a hawk? Why don't you support His Majesty's plan?"

Hearing Alajjad speak, Balk immediately patted his thigh and said. "I know this."

Balk then explained the reasons in detail to Al Rajad. It turned out that the reason why the army did not express its position was mainly due to the issue of the senior army. They had concerns about Carlo's acceptance of the red shirt army, so they were not very willing to give support in this matter.

After hearing Balq's remarks, Alejad said with a bit of a laugh. "Isn't Garibaldi dead, you are still worried about the red shirts?"

For Garibaldi's grievances with the army, Allejad is very aware of it, and it can be written in a book. But the people are gone, and the army still has a cup of bow and snake shadow, which is a bit incredible.

Facing the incredible expression on Alegad's face, Balk's expression did not change. "Of course we know that Garibaldi is dead, but some of the changes in the king worry many people who want to limit the red shirts to a certain range."

Hearing Balk's words, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Alejad's expression became serious, he took a sip of coffee and said. "So how big is the limit?"

"It's best to limit it to the third regiment of the guards."

Hearing the conditions put forward by Balk, Al Rajad stood up immediately, and then stared at Balk stubbornly. "This is impossible to accept. The conditions are a bit excessive. They should not interfere in the affairs of the Guards. You should be clear about this."

Balk, who was hit by an innocent disaster, said with a wry smile. "I also know that this request is a bit excessive, but I'm just a messenger."

"You should stand up and express your opinions."

Having said this, Al Rajad gave Balk a meaningful look and said something. "You must know that you are the kingdom's army, and your Majesty will grow up eventually."

Balk, who was a little hairy at the sight of Alegad, nodded and said with a stagnant expression. "I think it's enough to limit the scope to the Guards. Of course, the size of the Guards cannot exceed 10,000 people, otherwise many people will be uneasy."

"I would like to report this condition to His Majesty, but based on what I know about His Majesty, he will seriously consider it."

After speaking, Alejad stopped drinking coffee and immediately boarded the carriage and left.

Rooney, who came out with two cups of carefully brewed coffee, looked at the empty table with a surprised expression.

In the evening of the same day, Carlo agreed to the Army's request to limit the Red Shirts to only the Guards, and to limit the size to 10,000.

After Carlo nodded in agreement, the army also joined the camp supporting Carlo's proposal, forming a pattern of military support and government opposition.

This made Prime Minister Depretis have to face up to this wave. You must know that the government is not monolithic, and some people agree with Carlo's proposal.