The Shadow of Great Britain Chapter 1199 - 134: The Sinister and Cunning Academic Direct

Garibaldi glanced at the people present, clenched his fist, and got up: "I’m really sorry for causing trouble for everyone. Honestly, bringing to Gottingen, you’ve all already done a great deal. I really have no reason to ask you to safely get to the port."

"No, no."

Arthur raised his hand to signal Garibaldi to sit: "Giuseppe, I’m saying this not because I feel you’ve burdened us. On the contrary, if we didn’t all admire you and the courage of the Young Italy mbers, we wouldn’t have risked losing our heads to get you here. However, given the current situation, running around is certainly a path to death. So, I suggest you and your companions should settle in Gottingen first, wait until things calm down, and then we’ll take you to the port."

"But..." Garibaldi learned from the experience: "Sir, if a few Italians who don’t speak German co to a small town like Gottingen, it’s quite conspicuous. Won’t that cause you trouble? How will you explain it to the police?"

"How to explain it to the police?"

For Arthur, this question posed no difficulty. Because he never needed to explain anything to the Gottingen police.

If they insisted he explain, Arthur could also ask Police Chief Schmidt for an explanation about the day he was detained by the police departnt.

However, despite the simplicity of the issue, Arthur still paused in silence as if montarily stumped.

Soon after, he proposed: "It’s simple, Alexander brought so chefs, right? You and your companions can also pretend to be chefs for Mr. ndelssohn and Mr. Heine... Oh, oh, no! Damn, I almost forgot that part. You should go pretend to be a chef for Mr. ndelssohn and ; Gottingen’s students all think Heinrich spends his days in Paris gnawing on black bread. I can’t fulfill many of the students’ wishes, so it’s best to respect their fantasies."

"Huh?" Heine raised his eyebrows and said: "Why would they have such an idea? My life is tight, but ordering a chicken at Waai’er Restaurant every now and then is no problem."

Arthur shrugged: "Who knows? Aren’t people’s fantasies about literati always like this? Frustrated, wearing shabby clothes, living with not enough food, passing by luxury stores near Fry Square and even glancing at them is a luxury."

Heine couldn’t help but sneer: "Let them imagine a luxurious life, they can’t. Let them imagine a life of hardship, they outdo each in misery. I originally didn’t want to return to Germany temporarily, but since Alexander dragged back, I’ll show them what real progressive poets are. The nonsense they’re playing with now, I finished playing with back in the day!"

Upon hearing this, Arthur hurriedly reminded: "Don’t go too far, if you make too much noise and attract Prussia’s and Austria’s secret police, I can’t guarantee what might happen."

Heine, disdainful: "Them? Trust , I know my limits."

Then, Arthur turned his attention to Garibaldi again: "Or, Giuseppe, you have another option. Mr. ndelssohn and I have been arranging an opera; you can pretend to be a mber of the music troupe we hired. An Italian working in a music troupe is perfectly normal. But, if this is the case..."

Arthur cast his gaze toward Nourri, smiled apologetically: "This might require Mr. Nourri’s cooperation. After all, Felix and I can’t form a music troupe by ourselves. Although we’ve worked hard, to catch up with the performance in Leipzig and seize the opportunity to get Giuseppe and his companions to the port, we still need a bit of your help."