[Comprehensive] Mr. Erdao, a human trafficker

"Oh, by the way, are you okay, we were just trying to avoid them."

Giotto said to the innocent who was dragged in by G in the darkness, the light from the gap hit his face, and his smile was warm.

Hu, Heidengxiahuo, the more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes. Erdao looked at his smile, and was still thinking about where he had seen similar people.

"It's okay." He said casually.

Then he heard a rustling sound, and the person who had just covered his mouth moved away, and the figure by the gap also took a step back, being submerged in darkness again.

After a while, only the young man with dark gray hair was left in the temporarily broken-in warehouse.

The warehouse that was completely isolated was extremely silent.

After a while, the last breath in the warehouse completely disappeared.

Prussia and Austria are at war, and Italy, riding on Prussia's tailwind, is now defeating Germany steadily, and even the newspapers are full of joy.

... If you don't look at the Italian army's defeat in every major battle.

Hu Erdao caressed the newspaper that still smelled of ink, and continued to read.

The headline of the newspaper was "Venice, Italy! 』

Not long after the war was declared, King Emanuele II of Italy led the main force of Italy and was defeated by Archduke Albrecht Friedrich Rudolf of Austria, who had only half his strength. Prussian Prime Minister Bismarck failed to contain the Austrian army in Italy.

Then the Italian Admiral Persano led an Italian fleet—composed of eleven ironclad ships and 22 wooden warships—to attack the island of Lisa in the Adriatic Sea.Austria, led by Rear Admiral Tegthof, set out to sea to meet the fleet, consisting of seven ironclads, one unarmored warship, and several wooden warships.Two Italian ironclad ships were sunk and forced to retreat.

It can be called a tactical cancer.

However, due to the development of the international situation, Venice was finally handed over to Italy in the so-called "Third War of Independence", which caused heavy damage to Italy.

"Tsk, Mafia."

A family with powerful armed forces, a form of power that has gradually emerged since the Pope still ruled Europe in the fifteenth century, uses the family as a unit of title, and connects each member closely.

The so-called "Mafia".

In Italy, mafia always has multiple meanings, MortoAllaFranciaItaliaAnela (Italian desire to destroy France), Arabic "place of refuge", Italian concept of "heroic"...and so on.

"Well, where do I start?"

It would be ecstatic if the etiquette master came to the world in this era, this era of gorgeous clothes.

The gas lamp by the wall emits bright light, illuminating the young man who is reading letters at the desk. His black-gray hair looks like a faint mist under the light, his eyes are slightly drooping, and the quill in his hand is in the bottle. Dip it in ink, and the dark blue ink surface reflects a beautiful face with no expression.

"Giotto Pengorie, Gutlin Jeremiah...?"

The surname Vengley is also well-known in Palermo. From Giotto's name, it can be seen that they are not nobles, because Italy has been divided and closed all the year round, and even the new nobles under capitalism are considered Not on—obtain a knighthood by donating money to buy land.

Italian traditional aristocrats follow the European tradition. In order to express their blood status, nobles will add a middle name between their first and last names.

For example, "von (von)" in Germany, "de (de)" in France, "ton (ton/don)" in Spain and Portugal...

In order to gain status, many of the new aristocrats pretended to add a middle name to their names, and in the end they either violated a taboo or made a fool of themselves.

It's like wigs have changed from a gentleman's aristocratic accessory to a butler's standard.

Lorenzo Pongelet was a businessman who climbed from the bottom. When he was young, he took advantage of the business opportunities of war and his style of "regardless of the nationality of the opponent" to successfully win a large amount of wealth by taking advantage of the turmoil of the nineteenth century.

He himself is good at management and invests in various industries. Today, he is also a decent upper-class person in Palermo District, and has contacts with various nobles.

Giotto Vongolle is the nephew of Lorenzo Vongolie. Lorenzo has no children, so Lorenzo took his nephew with him early and received a high-level education. In the future, he will hand over his entire family property to his nephew.

"Giotto."

He faintly called out his nephew's name, watched the young man's movement of climbing the iron fence stop, and turned his head very slowly.

"uncle."

The young man laughed.

"Come down, call G, and I will explain something to you."

Lorenzo wanted to sigh a little. His nephew was smart, and his knowledge of etiquette was impeccable, but he recently started to rebel. He always took the housekeeper's child to the slums, and then ran home in a mess.

...It's a good thing it's not disheveled, otherwise Lorenzo would have wondered if the kid had gone out to fool around.

Even in Rome, the number of slaves is only a lot, let alone a chaotic place like a slum.

"The Duke's Palace sent me an invitation letter. In order to celebrate Venice joining Italy, the Duke's Palace will have a banquet soon."

The Duke mentioned by Lorenzo Vongollie is the brother of the current King Vittorio Emanuele II, Vito Emanuele Savoy.

"Is it Elena's invitation?"

After receiving the invitation letter and opening it with one hand, Giotto asked.

Elena Emanuele Savoy is the only daughter of Duke Vito, only one or two years older than Giotto, and the two have a good friendship.

"See for yourself," Lorenzo said.

"Spett. Vogonla"

With the same title, Giotto read the invitation letter at a glance.

The time, place, and form are all there, but the characters only have a surname.

"That's it. I don't plan to go this time. Giotto, you and G will go." Lorenzo said with a smile. He is 56 years old this year, with a lot of silver in his brown hair, and his eyes are behind clean monocle glasses. Still sober and gentle.

With weather-beaten wisdom.

Giotto looked up at him, with the same admiration in his childhood, and he smiled, "Well, I see."

He looked sideways at G who was standing on the side of the study near the door, "G, are you okay?"

G nodded seriously.

The author has something to say: Venice returned to Italy - "Prague Peace Treaty"

Italy is really a big pit in terms of war alliances. Look at World War I and World War II...they are all historical traditions.

Vittorio Emanuele II: Gu also worked very hard, the main force has been brought out, what do you want Gu to do!

Bimax: Trash!

By the way, Cavour is a figure of Italian moderates, amazing!

How aggressive should the hawks be? ? ?Violent revolution?