Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 255

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 255

“Me! I want to be Vivaldi!”

“Do you think Vivaldi was as frivolous as you? Marcello suits you better.”

“But Vivaldi wasn’t as ugly as you, Philip, was he?”

Smack!

“Ow!”

Philip, gritting his teeth and ignoring Norman, looks around the street again.

“So they rented the entire old town?”

“Only 30 percent.”

Eisenstadt, with a population of about 10,000, has almost nothing to see except for the Esterházy Palace of the Esterházy family, which was the greatest patron of Josef Haydn, the father of the symphony, and the place where Haydn stayed the longest.

Because of this, the number of tourists isn’t that high either, so I understand it was easy to rent.

The deadline is 25 days. They had to film diligently.

“This isn’t the only location we have.”

Venice demands brutal prices for renting even one street. That’s why they rented various locations in different countries.

“We decided to renovate the insufficient parts like those buildings or handle them with CG.”

Even so, it was cheaper than filming in Venice.

“Parts like the waterways?”

“That’s right.”

Things like bridges connecting waterways and gondolas too.

“Ah, is this it?”

Johann looks at a tall, three-story, square-shaped building with an orange roof.

‘It really is similar.’

A building that became the Grimani Palace just by adding a few stones and slightly touching up the exterior.

Philip furrows his brow.

“This place…”

“Do you know it?”

“No, it’s just that my teacher once said this place might be Strauss’s villa.”

Johann’s eyes waver slightly.

“Oh, really?”

“But it’s all just speculation.”

Because no materials to prove this have been found anywhere.

‘That’s right.’

But it is indeed Strauss’s villa.

To be precise, it’s Eduard Strauss’s secret villa.

‘And the place where Eduard hid everything about Strauss.’

Johann looks at the building again.

‘Why didn’t I notice when I absorbed and read Casanova?’

With just this slight touch-up, it transforms into Grimani’s palace. I also absorbed and read Michelangelo and architects.

I even absorbed and read Eduard during the Queen Elizabeth Competition.

It’s truly puzzling.

‘Maybe it’s because I’ve done too much reading.’

Johann, who read so many beings that even ‘The One Who Became a Star’ couldn’t handle them all. It could be said that knowledge and memories not immediately needed getting buried was a natural phenomenon.

“Let’s go in.”

As they pass through the arched entrance, Norman and Philip swallow nervously again.

People in old-fashioned clothes sitting here and there or standing and chatting.

Seeing men with white hair holding tricorn hats and women wearing white aprons, it momentarily feels like time-slipping to old Europe.

“Are we filming a ballroom scene today?”

The women look like maids, but the men look like nobles.

“That’s servant attire though?”

“Huh?”

“Purple coats with gold buttons.”

Plus white wigs and tricorn hats.

All the clothing worn by servants belonging to the Grimani family.

“The, the material looks so good though?”

It might be a mistake, but the white stockings covering their shins look like silk.

“It is silk.”

“…They dress servants in silk?”

“It’s the Grimani family.”

The Grimani, who were among the most powerful families in the Venetian Republic.

“At that time, servants weren’t just simple laborers but moving decorations that displayed the nobility’s dignity. What would happen if such servants walked around looking shabby?”

They would have been pointed at not only by other nobles but even by commoners.

“Especially the Grimani had no choice but to pay more attention to that aspect.”

That’s why Grimani servants wore clothes made from more expensive materials than most lower nobles.

“It’s nothing special to me, but thank you for the compliment, Chang. How do you like my mansion?”

As Ewan McGregor, fully made up as Michele Grimani, approaches, Johann smiles gently.

“Well. It’s a bit smaller than I expected.”

Originally, the Grimani Palace is twice as wide as this.

The Grimani Palace is a castle on the waterways where dozens of servants could move around without feeling crowded, and from which one could never leave without the master’s permission.

“Haha. Let’s substitute that with studio sets and CG.”

“Johann.”

“Sean?”

Johann turns his head at the deep voice and is surprised.

Sean Bean, one of Hollywood’s premium actors.

An actor under Rocky Management, with whom he became close while taking profile photos several times.

“Ah, is today when Casanova meets Albise Malipiero? The filming has progressed quite a bit?”

Casanova, who met the clergyman Albise at age 13.

In terms of filming content, it’s the end of episode 3, where Casanova’s relationships begin to truly intertwine.

“That’s right. Hayden is getting his makeup done.”

There was much discussion about whether to use a child actor or not, but it was ultimately decided that Hayden would play Casanova’s boyhood.

They plan to use the power of makeup and CG.

“That works out perfectly.”

Michele, who invited Albise at the time and held a small banquet to naturally introduce Casanova.

“We can have these friends appear at today’s banquet. Ah, let me introduce you to each other. These are Norman and Philip, genius violinists who will lead the future classical music world. By the way, they’re called competition hunters.”

“Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Ewan McGregor.”

“I’m Sean Bean, musicians.”

“…It’s an honor to meet you. I was deeply moved by Michael Collins. I’m Philip Dupon.”

“Wow, a Hollywood actor… Ah! Eugene Victor Norman! Please call me Norman!”

“Haha. I didn’t expect young people to remember that movie.”

Michael Collins is from 2005, a whole 12 years ago.

“Please take care of us with today’s performance.”

“Yes! Don’t worry!”

Ewan and Sean Bean burst into laughter at Norman’s bright demeanor.

“Writer!”

“Ah, Mr. Hayden.”

Johann waves at Hayden running toward them, then turns his head at a glaring look from beside him to look at Philip.

“What?”

“Writer? …Don’t tell me you’re the writer of this drama?”

“Yeah.”

“Crazy.”

So that’s why he took away the phone.

Philip’s mouth fell wide open.

* * *

Matthew narrows his eyes as he watches Norman and Philip leave for makeup.

“Vivaldi and Marcello.”

Or their disciples.

“Let’s judge after watching today’s performance.”

It’s not about pushing forward blindly.

If Norman and Philip’s acting skills don’t support it, Vivaldi and Marcello will just pass by as minor roles as originally planned.

But if there’s potential, they’ll appear a bit more.

Whether they’ll become Vivaldi and Marcello, or disciples, hasn’t been decided yet.

“Okay. Let’s do that. If the performers actually play, the actors will be able to immerse themselves that much more.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

He accepted it because their appearance would make the content richer. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have accepted it no matter how much the writer requested.

“Hmm. Then in the scene where Michele greets Alvise, we’ll only show the lower half of his face…”

“Then I’ll look around the mansion a bit more.”

“Ah, sure.”

As Johann walks away, leaving Matthew lost in thoughts about directing, Emily and Rick follow along.

“But can you really install a kiln here?”

It’s a square-shaped building. No matter how he thought about it, there was no space to install a pottery kiln.

“That’s why the setting is that the place for firing pottery was made elsewhere.”

However, except for the time spent firing pottery, he must stay in this Grimani Palace at all times.

“Surveillance?”

“It’s more for the purpose of showing off and protection.”

Although Grimani is the most powerful family in the Venetian Republic, they don’t have absolute power to crush all nobles.

“If the potter Chang were hidden outside, someone would definitely kidnap him.”

No matter how careful they are, in the end, Grimani’s employees would have to move to bring the pottery Chang made into the Grimani Palace.

“If you monitor them, you’d find Chang without much difficulty.”

Also, monitoring Chang would be difficult.

Even if they use many people for surveillance and provide luxurious treatment, if Chang sets his mind to it, he would eventually escape.

But if he spends all his remaining time, except for pottery firing time, in the Grimani Palace – a castle on water that he can never leave without the owner’s permission – these problems disappear.

“Ah, so that’s why they’re open about it from the start.”

An Eastern potter you can meet anytime you want.

It’s confidence saying try to scout him if you can.

“Chang also won’t think of leaving Grimani while watching nobles bow and scrape, asking for pottery.”

“Right.”

Since he’d receive similar treatment to Grimani anyway, why would he respond to scouting offers?

“It won’t happen, but even if he gets kidnapped while coming and going, Grimani will step forward to rescue him, right?”

“Correct. It’s a hundred times better to accept limited freedom than to foolishly run away and become a slave again.”

When you can have anything you want, how important is mere freedom?

Chang is a character with this kind of setting.

“Ah. Huh? Wow, you sculpted this.”

A full-body statue of Ewan McGregor, no, Michele Grimani, displayed in the center of the wide hall.

Emily’s shoulders slightly shrink at his piercing eyes looking down quietly while wearing judicial robes.

But only for a moment. Her gaze turns to the large golden cross displayed on the wall behind Michele.

“Would they really erect statues like this in reality?”

“Yes.”

Michele Grimani actually erected his own full-body statue in front of a cross.

“Because he had to prove it.”

That he was an executor following God’s will and a guardian of the republic’s order.

Not just Michele. High nobles including Grimani always had to prove this.

The easiest way to make such proof was inevitably through art.

It happened to be the Baroque era when religion used art as a means for themselves.

“Look, you know immediately upon seeing it. What kind of person this is.”

“…I don’t think I could live like this.”

A life where you have to give meaning to every action.

It makes her chest feel stuffy.

“Haha.”

‘You only know that by living it.’

Living life, everyone has such moments.

Moments when you have to give meaning to every action.

Moments when you have to do that to survive.

As they pass through the hall heading toward the interior of the mansion, the smell of food faintly penetrates their nostrils.

“Ah, they must be cooking in the kitchen.”

Emily, who spoke casually, becomes puzzled.

“Are they actually making food? Didn’t they say kitchen scenes would be shot in the studio?”

That’s right. Johann understood it that way too.

That’s why Johann had been at ease.

“Right.”

What’s going on?

‘They shouldn’t be using the kitchen…’

Johann’s eyes waver as he follows the smell. He walks, trying to appear calm to avoid showing his anxiety.

Walking like that, when he arrives at the space with an open door, the place where the original kitchen was located, Johann’s eyes widen slightly.

“No! It needs more gloss! Put more honey on it!”

“Yes, Jimmy!”

In the fairly spacious area, several people are bustling around the period sink made of stacked bricks, making food.

Several burners are spewing flames, heating pans.

So it’s confusing and bewildering.

‘What is this?’

Johann looks at the traces of dust and old grime remaining here and there, despite his cleaning efforts.

“Ah, Writer! You’re here! How is it? This is food for today’s banquet – does it look like banquet food from that era?”

“…It’s excellent?”

A food coordinator who makes all the dishes appearing in videos, a kind of designer who decorates them to look delicious rather than taste good.

“I don’t know about the taste, but it looks delicious.”

“Hehe. That’s enough then.”

That’s sufficient.

Thanks to that, the food coordinator, feeling moved as if all of today’s hard work was melting away, sighs while looking at the space with soot marks everywhere.

“Sigh, you have no idea what a commotion we made turning this place into a workspace…”

Flinch!

Johann looks at the food coordinator.

“This wasn’t originally a kitchen?”

“No. It seemed to be used as a storage room?”

A storage room that wasn’t used at all.

There’s a cooking area built up with bricks in the center of this space and hearths on the walls, but the owner of this building apparently had no intention of converting it into a kitchen.

“Well, how many rooms are there in this mansion.”

If there had been space to store ingredients here, it might have been different, but it would have been better to just use it as storage rather than waste time scraping off all that soot and grime.

“Huh? Now that I think about it, that’s strange. Why doesn’t this mansion have an underground space?”

Underground space suitable for storing ingredients, wine, and such.

Having participated in various dramas and movies, he remembers that such mansions and palaces always had underground spaces, so he wonders, while Johann inwardly purses his lips.

‘There isn’t one.’

There is one. It’s a space as large as the width of this mansion, and the entrance is even located here.

‘It’s just that Eduard has blocked it off.’

After cramming everything of Strauss into it.

Johann looks at one spot and nods his head slightly.

‘That’s fortunate.’

It seems like it’s been left abandoned ever since Eduard Strauss’s death.

‘Now the problem is how to get it out…’

When and how could he extract it while making it seem like he found it by chance.

Johann began thinking again about this problem he’d been pondering since he first saw the photos of this place, but for which no answer had emerged.

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