My Italy

Cummins Street in Prague is nominally a street, but the narrow road can only pass a carriage, damaged street lights that cannot illuminate, garbage on the ground, and homeless people lying everywhere on the street, all tell the world that this is what it is. Better than the slums.

There are also very few shops here, except for a few groceries and cheap clothing stores, and there are bars with an unbearable environment.

In the evening and dusk, the people returning home went home like migratory birds, and Mr. Stella, like the crowd, strolled on the way home.

"Hello, Mr. Tesla."

"Hello, Mr. Ankos, I wish you a great business today."

Tesla greeted people he knew and walked home. Some people gave him small gifts on the way, but he politely declined them.

Tesla is also considered a celebrity here. Although he moved here not long ago, he still looms large here because he is the only college student living here and a student of Charles University, the first university in Central Europe. Although he is only an auditor, he is still so out of reach for the lower class people living here. So every time he comes home, he will get everyone's kindness, and he has successfully become the most hated person among the children here.

Speaking of which, Tesla is lucky to live here. He used to live in a better place than here, but unfortunately it was robbed and ransacked, so Tesla had no choice but to move here.

Although the living environment here is poor, the people are pretty nice, so he is still used to living there.

After arriving at the building where he lived, he opened the door of the apartment and checked whether there was any letter from him in the mailbox. Tesla went upstairs. However, the occasional creaking sound from the corridor floor made Tesla feel that maybe he should go back to the building. Talk to the landlady. The corridor should be repaired.

"Crunch."

Tesla opened the door to his room and had a clear view of the room. Like most bachelors, Tesla's room was messy, with garbage discarded everywhere, smelly sheets, and messy desktops all showing this. .

Throwing the books in his hands on the bed, Tesla lay down on the only chair to take a rest. Although he was a little hungry now, he planned to wait and see if Mrs. Clotte downstairs would send a small gift. He liked the pastries made by this wife the most, they were so delicious.

Okay, let’s stop pretending. The real reason is that Tesla has to run out of money and he must save money. At present, he can no longer maintain three meals a day unless he stops being an auditor. However, this is unacceptable to Tesla, so it can only find solutions from other aspects.

The current embarrassment made Tesla feel a trace of regret in his heart. If he had known that he would be in such a mess for money, he should have agreed to the Italian's conditions. Although the conditions offered by the other party were somewhat outrageous, he could still give it a try. Maybe the other person is not a liar.

Tesla was thinking about it when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside. The wooden corridor was like this. The slightest movement could be heard in the room. Tesla had been here for so long and was already familiar with it. When he heard it, he knew it was the sound of hard leather shoes. The footsteps became louder and louder, and they stopped when they reached his door.

"Ta-ta-ta~"

There was a knock on the door, which surprised Tesla. He didn't have many friends in Prague, so who would come looking for him?

Tesla opened the door, and a man in a dress and a top hat appeared in front of him.

"Hello Mr. Tesla, we meet again. Your place is really hard to find."

The visitor took off his hat, and Tesla recognized the visitor. This was the visitor from Italy.

Seeing Domingo in front of him, Tesla asked curiously. "Hello, Mr. Domingo, what do you want from me this time?"

"Can you invite us in?"

Following Domingo's words, Tesla discovered that there were two similarly dressed capable men standing on both sides of the door.

Thinking that he had nothing to worry about, Tesla stepped away from the door. "Then please come in."

As the three of them walked in, they couldn't help but frown when they saw that there wasn't even a place to sit in Tesla's room.

"Mr. Tesla, your life is really simple."

"Ahem~, I haven't cleaned it for a long time, it does look a bit messy."

Domingo, the leader, didn't care about this. No matter how he stood like this, there was really no way to stand in this place. In order to find Mr. Tesla named by His Majesty, Domingo found this place after another hard search. Thinking of the task assigned by Carlo, Domingo did not dare to neglect and immediately explained his purpose.

"Mr. Tesla, we are here for only one thing this time, and that is to invite you to Italy. This is a personal letter from His Majesty Carlo to you, and the reasons are all written in the letter."

Domingo then took out the letter written by Carlo and handed it to Tesla.

Tesla glanced at the pattern on the letter, took it, opened it and read it. This is an invitation letter. In the letter, Carlo describes his plan to build a large electrical research center and invite Tesla to work there. In the letter, Carlo also promised to give him a high salary of no less than 2,000 lire per month. .

Such promises and treatment moved Tesla's heart. Although he didn't understand why His Majesty Carlo of Italy valued him so much and the two had never met, his recent experience made him interested in meeting a friend of the king. Have a good understanding.

However, although Tesla has agreed in his heart, he cannot show it too obviously in terms of face. After all, he still needs to be shameless. So after reading the letter, Carlo spoke.

"I am very grateful to His Majesty Carlo for taking a fancy to me. I am honored for this..."

As soon as Tesla spoke, Domingo's expression changed a little, because he had heard these words before. It seemed that Tesla wanted to reject His Majesty's kindness again, but fortunately he was prepared.

I saw Domingo making a gesture behind Tesla's back, and the two capable men behind him immediately pounced on him. He threw Tesla to the ground who was about to say that he decided to accept the invitation. Then before he could speak, a man covered his mouth and nose with a pungent-smelling handkerchief, and within two minutes Tesla passed out. Before he passed out, his only thought was that he had been fooled. These people were either liars or kidnappers.

After finishing all this, the three people immediately packed the Tesla in bags, carried it to the carriage waiting outside the door, and drove away.

No one was alerted along the way, only Domingo sent a telegram to the post office in code, which translated to: Your Majesty, Truss has been captured.