Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 129
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 129
The filming was over.
Ignoring the rude questions.
After giving autographs to the onlookers, they headed to the car in high spirits.
“What should we do with 70 dollars?”
“First, let’s get some food…”
“Since we’re going to the brewery next, how about buying some wine?”
“That’s a good idea!”
“Food…”
“Be quiet, Johann. You had a sandwich on the way here.”
“That was just a snack.”
“If you ate it at lunchtime, it was lunch.”
How unreasonable.
It seems like he’s become more strict since dating Emily.
Johann, who was pouting his lower lip in complaint, suddenly had a realization.
“Instead of going straight to the brewery, how about we look around the original site of La Purisima Mission…”
“Hey, Jefferson.”
The teenage youth approached again.
He was wearing a sports jersey, apparently a jock.
“I guess my words don’t sound like words to you?”
At his condescending gaze looking down, Mark, Emily, and the production team stepped forward.
“Hey, behave politely!”
“That’s the police station over there, right?”
“Whoa, whoa, calm down.”
He hurriedly raised both arms and looked at Johann with a sly smile.
“We’re just cousins fooling around.”
“C-cousins?”
‘Cousins?’
It seems the youth in front of him is also a Jefferson.
One who dislikes him, just like Lisa Jefferson.
Johann stopped Mark and Emily, saying it was fine, and stood in front of the youth.
“Huh. So what’s your question?”
Damn the money.
He just wanted him to ask his question quickly and get lost.
“Oh, it’s nothing much. Just wondering what I should call the yellow kid adopted by the loser who ran away from home.”
Thud!
Everyone around turned pale.
“Hahaha! RJ, wasn’t that too polite of you to ask?”
“I’m naturally quite polite, you know. Right?”
While answering his girlfriend clinging to his side, his eyes remained on Johann, demanding an immediate response.
“This bastard!”
“It’s okay.”
“Johann!”
Johann stopped Mark and Emily and looked at the youth with his usual indifferent eyes.
“You’re also a Jefferson?”
“That’s right! A real Jefferson, qualitatively different from a yellow like you!”
‘How dare this monkey!’
Johann’s status had risen thanks to the loser who ran away from home.
Becoming a billboard star and appearing on a show with Mark Wahlberg would have been impossible without that loser.
Still, seeing his stiff attitude was irritating.
He was angry that Johann dared not bow his head even when facing real Jefferson blood.
‘I can’t even live in a big city, yet you dare!’
Not being able to live in a big city was because of his own father, but he blamed Johann for that too.
“What’s your middle name?”
“Ha! It’s Liam…”
Thwack!
Johann kicked Liam in the stomach.
“…Aaaaah! What, what are you doing!”
‘What?’
Liam, who was sent flying backward and rolling on the ground, blinked his eyes. The impact to his abdomen seemed to have made him momentarily dizzy.
Soon he regained his senses, and in his anger-filled eyes, he saw Johann walking steadily toward him.
‘This bastard!’
“Ugh!”
Liam tried to get up but clutched his stomach and fell to his knees.
In the meantime, Johann approached and slapped Liam’s cheek again with emotionless eyes.
Smack!
Liam fell over as if bounced to the side.
“Kyaah! RJ! RJ!”
‘So noisy.’
Johann frowned and grabbed Liam’s hair to lift him up.
“Aaaaah!”
“Shut up. Don’t cry like a scared dog.”
“Huh?!”
Terrible killing intent engulfed his entire body.
Liam, who had lived comfortably since childhood and was experiencing such killing intent for the first time, turned pale.
The people rushing over also hesitated and stopped.
“You, you! Do you think you’ll be safe after this…?! I’m…!”
“A Jefferson. A branch family.”
Hesitation!
Johann stared into Liam’s wavering eyes for a moment.
“I’ll probably be fine. No matter how much I’m the adopted son of someone who abandoned his rights and left, I’m direct lineage, and you’re just branch family.”
As with any family, the difference between direct and branch lineage was enormous for the Jeffersons too.
The reason was simple.
The Jefferson family provided seed money when branch family members became independent, but this money wasn’t free support—it was a loan.
In other words, all descendants of branch families who became independent under the Jefferson name became debtors to the main family.
Although they didn’t demand repayment or charge interest, so all Jeffersons didn’t consider it debt, the fact that they were debtors didn’t change.
“So lower your eyes. Before that meager power and money gets taken back.”
Thump!
Liam’s heart sank.
“Is, is that possible…”
Clap clap clap!
“Excellent, isn’t it?”
“…Lady Lisa!”
Liam’s face brightened immediately. Then he shook off Johann’s hand and stepped back.
“Lady Lisa! That, that monkey bastard!”
“Really incomparable to that toad Larry.”
“L-Lady Lisa?”
Lisa Jefferson didn’t even glance at Liam. She only gazed at Johann with proud eyes.
“How did a child like you become Larry’s son?”
“…It’s fate.”
Larry finding the forest, and taking Larry’s outstretched hand.
“Fate… That’s a wonderful word.”
Then giving the grapevine to Old Man Jefferson yesterday was also fate.
Lisa Jefferson looks at Liam.
“As of today, all of Liam’s debts will be collected.”
Thud!
“Wh-what?!”
“Did you think you could get away with spouting such nonsense to a direct descendant?”
“How is that monkey bastard a direct descendant! And Liam has been so loyal to the main family all this time…”
“Do you want your middle name taken away too?”
Having your middle name taken away means you’re no longer part of the Jefferson family. It means leaving the Jefferson family’s protection to become just one of countless Jeffersons in America, and you can no longer expect support from the main family.
“…!”
This is absurd.
This absolutely cannot happen.
“L-Lisa, you can’t decide that…”
“Yes, Father. I’ll collect Liam’s debt with the authority given to me. It’s nothing major… he dared to bare his teeth at a direct descendant. Yes. I’ll explain the details when you come home.”
Lisa ends the call and smiles brightly at Liam.
“I can decide it, can’t I?”
Thump!
Liam falls to his knees.
He has to reverse this. He has to reverse Lisa’s decision.
“Don’t think about opening your mouth to me, just call your father.”
To repay the debt and eliminate the bond, his signature is needed.
“Please! I beg you, please-!”
“Remove this.”
“Yes.”
Lisa Jefferson’s bodyguards swarm in and drag Liam away.
Liam struggled not to be dragged away, but he was outnumbered.
Liam’s girlfriend also read the situation and fled.
“I believe…”
Lisa Jefferson looks at Johann.
“Liam’s assets were… two buildings and one winery?”
“The vineyard is about ten thousand pyeong as well.”
At the secretary’s words, Lisa Jefferson nods.
“You take that.”
“I don’t want it.”
The people around who had been looking at Lisa with shocked expressions turn their gaze to Johann.
At Johann’s words, Lisa Jefferson grins.
“Why? It’s a gift from aunt to nephew.”
“It’s useless.”
It’s in Lompoc, not LA.
It’s far away and the real estate value is low.
It’s a burden.
“Hmm. What if I manage it in trust for you?”
“…What about the commission?”
“Puhaha! Why do you only say such cute things?”
“Let go.”
Johann swats away the hand grabbing his cheek, and Lisa laughs louder as she turns around.
“Then have fun playing. I won’t see you off.”
She disappears like a typhoon after stirring everything up.
People who are stunned by the series of events stare blankly at Johann.
“…Well done!”
“Why did you only hit him that much?! You should have knocked all the teeth out of a bastard like that!”
Despite seeing violence, they pat his shoulders.
They would have been disappointed if he had shown fear instead.
This America was that kind of place.
Emily also regrets that he didn’t hit more and subtly asks.
“What’s the identity of the Jeffersons?”
They looked like a noble family from a movie or drama.
People also prick up their ears.
“Don’t tell me it’s Thomas Jefferson’s…”
Thomas Jefferson, one of the founding fathers, the 3rd President of the United States of America, and Governor of Virginia.
“No, that’s not it.”
Johann firmly denies Emily’s words.
‘It’s not that person.’
“Then what exactly is it?”
“Well? I don’t really know either. Larry didn’t tell me.”
“Hmm. You seem to know…”
“I really don’t know.”
Johann shrugs his shoulders while looking at Emily and changes the subject.
“I was saying something earlier but got interrupted. Since we have time left, shall we also visit the original location of La Purisima?”
There was something he needed to find there.
People looked at Johann with lingering doubts, moving their lips before turning away.
* * *
Inside the moving car.
Lisa Jefferson narrows her eyes.
“That idiot Larry wouldn’t have told him about the relationship between direct and branch families… was it Mother?”
That’s highly likely.
“Just how much did she like him?”
How much did she like him to tell him even the family secrets, the relationship between direct and branch families?
“Hmm.”
“Will this be alright? Liam is on Rosa’s side…”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s better than Larry coming back.”
No matter how much they had practically disowned each other, Larry is still a son.
Lisa Jefferson didn’t want Larry to return.
“Rosa will feel the same way, won’t she?”
The other siblings would feel the same too.
“…Yes.”
“More importantly, Liam’s vineyard was in the north, right? Let’s do the variety restoration there.”
If the 120-year-old grapevine blooms again on that land, the land’s value will also increase. She planned to give it as a gift to her nephew who maintained the dignity of a direct descendant, and since it’s land entrusted by her nephew, she intended to make it as valuable as possible.
It’s compensation for receiving the gift of a 120-year-old grapevine and letting her see something interesting.
“Understood. I’ll give those instructions.”
“Where do you think our nephew will go next? Santa Maria? Monterey?”
“Wouldn’t it be Bakersfield or Fresno, or maybe San Jose?”
From what she heard, he’s touring representative places in California.
Bakersfield and Fresno are cities representing the inland area, and San Jose is obviously one of California’s representative cities.
“Hmm. Have someone follow them and find out which way they’re going.”
Since her nephew had done something admirable, she wanted to find out where he was staying as his aunt.
The Secretary nodded.
* * *
“Hmm.”
“Hmm.”
A vast Plain filled with winter’s brown and yellow grass.
“Are you sure this is the right place?”
“According to the Guide’s explanation, this should be it…”
Except for the dead grass and Cracked Ground, there’s nothing but dirt everywhere, not a single brick in sight.
There’s not even a trace of the pink Wall that’s La Purisima Mission’s main attraction.
If they had come here unknowingly, they would have thought it was just an ordinary Plain.
But Johann is different.
‘The Main Hall was over there. That’s the Ranch. And that’s the Farm.’
The memories of ‘missionary’ Father Francisco Lasen overlay Johann’s vision.
About 300,000 acres.
La Purisima Mission wasn’t just a simple mission.
It was a kind of forward base and Village built to spread God’s word, where hundreds and thousands of people lived.
There were Chumash Indians who had converted to God, White Players, Black Slaves, and Hispanics too.
Countless races gathered under God’s grace alone to form a settlement.
“They say they collected everything useful from what collapsed in the earthquake…”
According to the Guide’s explanation, all the relatively intact debris from that time was collected and used to restore the current La Purisima Mission.
“Still, this was the Original Site, so they should at least preserve it minimally.”
“That wasn’t the time to think about such things.”
“True.”
The 1800s were a culture of practical pioneering and Survival. The concept of artifact preservation didn’t begin to be seriously discussed until much later.
“Ah, dangerous!”
Emily, who had been talking with Mark, urgently warns.
She saw Johann heading toward the Cracked Ground.
“It’s fine. Just watch.”
Johann waves his hand and looks down into the crack in the Cracked Ground, which appears to be about 10 feet (roughly 3 meters) deep.
‘Originally this was twice as deep and wide.’
The floor that collapsed downward due to the earthquake.
Father Francisco Lasen, the ‘missionary’ who died after being sucked into that crack.
This is the last place he remembers, and where his body was recovered.
‘I guess over 200 years, dirt and dust and stones accumulated and filled it in.’
“But really, why did we come here? You’re not even a Christian.”
“Just because. I wondered if there was anything they missed when they cleared this place to restore the mission back then.”
“What?”
“Puhahahaha!”
People laugh.
‘Even when he’s mature, a teenager is still a teenager!’
‘I felt it during the opening too, but…’
He’s really quirky.
“Sigh. There he goes being weird again.”
The occasional strange things Johann does.
‘Of course I like this side of him too!’
When he’s with people who don’t know Johann’s inner self well, she wishes he would restrain himself.
Emily makes a stern Expression.
“Would there be anything?”
“Looks like there might be?”
“Huh?”
“Over there.”
In the middle of the 10-foot Wall created by nature, there’s a triangular pointed protrusion.
“It’s metal.”
“…Huh? Huh huh huh?”
The eyes of the people who rushed over also widened.
“…”
People stare blankly at the box made of metal and wood.
The box that Johann dug out with the folding shovel from the Car Trunk.
“Is, is this really…”
“No way! It’s over 200 years old!”
If it really was from that era, it would have already rotted and decomposed.
But the style is exactly the same as what they’d seen from that era in movies.
The appearance of a storage container for keeping important things.
Even the lock.
“Step back.”
Everyone who had been gulping nervously looks at Johann.
Johann raising the folding shovel.
“Huh? Huh huh? Wait!”
‘Wait for what.’
Crash! Crack!
The lock breaks pathetically when struck by the shovel blade.
Johann opens the box without hesitation.
Then…
“There was a reason the box didn’t rot.”
Folded papers that look like architectural blueprints, a Bible, rosary beads, a silver cup, a small statue of Virgin Mary, and other precious-looking items are contained in the box.
“Crazy…”
“God.”
God had protected it.
That’s why the box didn’t rot.
Mark and other Christians knelt and made the sign of the cross at this miracle they witnessed in the present world, and Johann, who was examining the items in the box, takes out and opens a large book the size of an Album.
“Oh, found it.”
“What, what?”
“The Wall Painting they couldn’t restore because they didn’t know what Drawing it was.”
A Painting of Virgin Mary in the dark night, gently stroking her slightly swollen belly while gazing at the sky with a brilliant moon.
La Purisima, the conception of Virgin Mary.
It’s a Painting of Virgin Mary looking up at the sky upon realizing she has conceived God’s Child.
“…God!”
“Hallelujah!”
It was a discovery that would shake California’s, no, America’s Catholics.
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