My Italy

Although it was pleasant to watch the maid Nia clean up, it was not good to watch too much. It would make his heart beat faster and his breathing speed up, which made him feel like he had a nosebleed.

Sometimes I wonder, since nylon was not invented in this era, why does it have such great charm that it makes me lose?

Forget it, don’t think about it so much, let’s go to another place to calm down.

Carlo, who was forced to leave his room, planned to play a game of chess with his brother.

I forgot to mention one more thing, Carlo's brother Prince Vittorio is two years younger than him and is currently in a rebellious state. Carlo, as a person who has been there, naturally understands this very well. For Vittorio, whose aura gradually filled the air, Carlo was able to capture him easily.

As expected, Carlo's arrival was warmly welcomed by his younger brother.

"Carlo, it's you."

Vittorio, whose breath of greenery could not be suppressed, greeted his brother cordially. However, his fighting eyes did not reveal much affection. It's not Vittorio's fault. It would be the same for anyone who took his pocket money one after another. Although he took it out himself, how could he be willing to do so.

That's right, Carlo even defrauded his own brother of his pocket money. But it’s not his fault, because his younger brother Vittorio was a little rich man. At that time, he was fascinated by money and couldn’t help but transfer it to himself. Although he regretted it afterwards, he couldn’t help but later several times.

In fact, this can't be entirely blamed on him. Vittorio's monthly pocket money is 20,000 lire, and he currently uses it sparingly, so he has naturally accumulated a lot of money, and Carlo happened to have a plan to spend money. Naturally, he turned his attention to his cute brother.

"Vittorio, did you miss me?"

Carlo went up and killed him with a slap on the head, completely ignoring the anger in Victor's eyes.

"You are not allowed to touch my head again."

"Okay, I won't touch it anymore."

Looking at Vittorio who was about to explode, Carlo put down his hand with a victorious smile, which naturally caused Vittorio's anger level to rise sharply.

Once this person becomes angry, his rationality plummets, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Carlo naturally strikes while the iron is hot.

"How about we play a game with a chance of winning something?"

"Just come."

Faced with Carlo's invitation to fight, Vittorio agreed without hesitation.

After a while, Carlo left with a victorious smile, leaving only his brother's frustrated expression.

Carlo was very satisfied when he put the trophies he won back into his small vault and looked at the neatly stacked banknotes. The first fund needed for the plan is enough now. As long as the results are achieved, people will see the benefits, and then follow-up funds will be easy to handle.

Today is truly a perfect day. With such a good mood, Carlo waited until a piece of news came, which immediately made his mood not perfect.

"You said Tesla is unwilling to come to Italy?"

Seeing Carlo's unbelieving expression, Domingo, the newly appointed confidant, could only bite the bullet and nod.

This is going to be difficult.

Yes, this news disrupted Carlo's plans. Tesla was a key figure in his plan. For the inventor of alternating current, Carlo never thought that he had a reason to refuse.

Yes, electrification is what Carlo wants to start, and Tesla is at the center of it. The second industrial revolution is very important to Italy. It is also one of the few opportunities for Italy to overtake in corners.

And Domingo actually brought him such news, and he threw the water glass in his hand at him on the spot. It was considered that Carlo had good cultivation skills.

Seeing Carlo's expression of wanting to eat someone, Domingo felt a little regretful. It was not that he regretted the next task, but that he regretted not kneeling down to beg Mr. Tesla. He never expected that Mr. Tesla would be so valued by the prince. And from my previous experience, I didn’t find anything unique about this person that made the prince value him so much.

But now the regret medicine is no longer available, so I can only wait for His Highness's punishment.

Looking at Domingo who looked like a dead father, Carlock controlled his impulse, calmed down and asked.

"Then tell me how this Tesla rejected you."

Carlo's mind was now filled with questions about why Tesla would say no, so he wanted to know why.

"Your Highness, Mr. Tesla couldn't believe it when he heard that His Highness invited him to come to Italy to serve as the director of the Electric Power Research Institute. He said that he was not knowledgeable enough to take on such an important task, so he planned to study for a while before coming back. "

After hearing Domingo's explanation, Carlo didn't know what to say.

But now that Tesla has said no, it needs someone new. But this thing is not like Chinese cabbage, so he can choose whatever he wants. Although Carlo knew about alternating current, alternating current was just a term here, and he did not have the actual manufacturing ability.

And he didn't know that he would travel through time, and he didn't prepare any information.

So now that he is blind, what should he do with the electric power research institute he prepared?

Thinking of this, the money I took from my brother today is no longer good. What should I do next?

Carlo, who was full of worries, sent the frustrated Domingo away, but he thought about it all afternoon and couldn't figure it out. Even the little maid didn't smell good. In this mood he waited until dinner came.

In Christian teachings, the supper is sacred, and Jesus ascended to heaven after eating the Last Supper. Therefore, it can be seen that Europe attaches great importance to dinner, and the Italian royal family is no exception.

When dinner came, the family sat neatly at the dining table. The servants served a sumptuous dinner, and his father, Umberto I, sat at the head seat, but his slightly tired eyes showed that he had been very tired recently.

There was no way. After all, he had only been on the throne for a year and had many government affairs that needed to be handled by him. It was normal for him to be a little confused at the beginning.

Sitting next to him was his mother, Queen Margarita. The passion between the two of them had been tempered by many years of life. It was impossible for them to treat each other as if they were guests, but it did not reach the point where they were inseparable. They could be regarded as between two things.

Below are the two princes Carlo and Vittorio. Although Carlo was upset by Tesla's rejection, how could he show it at this time? Of course, he looked very happy.

However, compared with Carlo, Vittorio was far behind. He stared at Carlo with an expression of bitterness and hatred. Facing his younger brother who couldn't cultivate enough, Carlo couldn't help but tease him with his eyes again, just in time to vent his depressed mood today.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Give me the money!"

"Why should you pay back what you won based on your own ability?"

"You still haven't paid it back?"

"Don't even think about it."

"Wait for me!"

Bypassing the two princes who were looking at each other, next were the two sisters, Princess Yolanda and Princess Mafalda. However, compared with the two princes who were "communicating cordially", they were much simpler. They were sitting quietly on the chair with their eyes wide open, waiting for their meal.

Taking advantage of the time before eating, Umberto, a father, spoke. "I'm going to Sicily for an inspection next. Carlo, Vittorio, you must listen to your mother and don't cause trouble."

Obviously, the exchange of eyes between the two made his father notice.

"Umberto, are you going to Sicily for an inspection?"

Before the two of them could answer, Queen Margalida, the wife, spoke.

"Yes, this is a common thought between the Prime Minister and I. At present, I have never been to Sicily and Sardinia in the whole country, and I cannot favor one over the other."

Facing his wife's question, his father Umberto sounded a little apologetic. Over the past year, he has spent too much time on military and political affairs, and in order to better understand the actual situation in various places, he has visited everywhere, leaving much less time for his family.

"Father, how long do you need to inspect this time?"

At this time, his younger brother Vittorio couldn't help but interrupt and ask.

"It will probably take about ten days."

Father Umberto's words gave Vittorio a different look in his eyes.

"Vittorio, don't hear anything bad said about you when I come back."

After his father saw the signs on the spot, he immediately gave a warning and his thoughts disappeared.

Seeing his brother being scolded, Carlo hurriedly stepped forward to add something. "Father, please don't worry, I will watch over my brother."

"Yeah, good, Carlo."

Carlo's words successfully attracted his father's attention.

But this made Vittorio's fire rise again, for which he secretly glared at Carlo.

Of course, Carlo, who was in a better mood and didn't have the knowledge of a little kid, wouldn't take this to heart.

This is where the life-filled dinner begins.

The next day, my father left Rome for Sicily under the protection of the captain of the guard, Felicius.