Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 257

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 257

“You’ve investigated a lot about Esterházy.”

Victor Esterházy’s expression hardens stiffly.

The fact that Eduard Strauss and the head of the family at that time were close friends is something almost no one knows anymore.

No, no one does.

If there were, it would have been known long ago.

“To be precise, I was very interested in Eduard Strauss.”

“In Eduard Strauss, you say?”

Usually, wouldn’t people be interested in Johann Strauss II, the King of Waltz?

“He was an unfortunate genius who suffered despite having talent born once in a hundred years, crushed by talents born once in a thousand years. Have you perhaps heard the final designated piece from the Queen Elizabeth Competition I participated in?”

“I heard it… My goodness.”

Light as clouds that reminded one of a large family’s outing on a sunny hill.

“It was Strauss!”

Johann nods his head.

“Eduard had a love-hate relationship with his brothers.”

He hated them, but loved them.

“He was always dreaming of such a scene in one corner of his heart.”

“That’s right. He was.”

The records left by the head of the Esterházy family at that time also say so.

That’s why he was truly pitiful and heartbreaking.

So the descendants of Esterházy left records saying to warmly welcome Eduard and his descendants.

Perhaps it’s because he said he likes a figure who connects with the will that the descendants of Esterházy have continued to uphold.

Victor Esterházy’s wariness melts away gently.

He lets out a sigh.

“Then you must also know that my circumstances are not good.”

Victor sighs again.

“Of course, even though circumstances are difficult, if not for that incident, I would never have opened that mansion.”

Eight years ago one day, his beloved grandson, who wouldn’t hurt even if put in his eyes, came to him saying he had found descendants of Strauss, bringing poorly recorded musical pieces.

“They were musical pieces uploaded to a place called SoundCloud.”

There were even unreleased pieces unknown to the world, pieces that only descendants of Strauss would know.

At that time, Victor felt both relief and frustration simultaneously.

So descendants of Strauss are alive.

Then does that mean that mansion must continue to remain as it is?

For Victor, who had the duty as the current head of Esterházy to continue the ancestral teachings, it was both fortunate and unfortunate.

But even after several years passed, the descendants of Strauss never came, and Victor, realizing that Strauss had forgotten about Esterházy, decided to open the mansion when the production team of Casanova came looking.

And thanks to that, he was able to catch his breath.

“Did you perhaps experience some trouble?”

“…It was the betrayal of a trusted friend.”

Ten years ago, it was the betrayal of a friend of sixty years.

“They said they would develop Eisenstadt.”

Starting with attracting factory complexes, they planned to make Eisenstadt into a big city like Salzburg, like Linz.

Since it was the word of a friend who worked in a government administrative agency, he believed it completely.

“I took out loans using not only spare assets but also real estate as collateral for investment.”

He borrowed money not only from the family’s assets but also from family members, purchasing land where factories and residential complexes were supposed to be built at prices several times higher than the market rate at the time.

But immediately after, his friend suddenly disappeared without a trace.

It was a scam. A scam orchestrated by his trusted friend and the landowners.

“I’m barely holding on thanks to the income from the purchased rice fields, farms, and buildings…”

He’s barely paying just the interest.

But he can’t resell the real estate he bought either.

Eisenstadt, with a population of only about 10,000 people. In this small city, selling all the numerous properties he had bought was not an easy task.

No, even if he sold everything, it would barely pay off the debt to the bank.

Then how would he repay the money borrowed from family members?

That’s why, unable to endure it anymore, he rented out that mansion. To catch his breath even a little.

Just as Victor was letting out a deep sigh, Johann, who had been quietly listening to the story, opened his mouth.

“I’ll give you 30 million euros.”

Flinch!

“…Are you making this proposal knowing the market value of that mansion?”

The mansion is worth about 2 million euros at most.

30 million is an amount equivalent to 15 times that.

“It’s a mansion you’ve continued to protect following ancestral teachings, isn’t it? It could be an act of abandoning the family’s honor, so shouldn’t I offer at least this much?”

“You desire that mansion to that extent.”

“It’s Eduard’s secret villa, after all. Who knows? I might receive his energy, or find treasures he hid.”

“Hah…”

Victor stared at Johann blankly.

“Then I’ll contact you.”

“I’ll always be there, so please come comfortably anytime. Please go in carefully.”

After Victor, who asked for just a little time to think, left, Johann turns toward the filming location and speaks.

“They say that one month after Eduard announced that he had burned everything of Johann II and Josef after Johann II’s death, 17 carriages left Vienna. One of them was the carriage Eduard rode, heading to this place.”

Flinch!

“Su, surely not?”

Emily and Rick, who had stopped, look at Johann with eyes filled with shock.

“Yes. And following that, the remaining 16 carriages also arrived here, at that mansion.”

Hearts tremble. Stomachs churn.

“Why would that mansion have no space to store food ingredients like wine?”

“Th, that’s why you were trying to buy it with that money?”

“When the food coordinator raised that question, I became certain.”

That the records of over a million sheet music and other materials left by Johann Strauss I and II, Josef, and Eduard would be sleeping underground.

“Crazy…”

Goosebumps all over their bodies make it hard to walk.

Then suddenly, one question flashes through both their minds.

“If it’s everything of Strauss, it would be a treasure of immeasurable value…?”

Why did he offer only 30 million euros?

Why didn’t he mention this part to such a pitiful person?

Behavior that’s hard to see as typical of Johann.

Johann grins and picks up his phone.

“Yes, Lynch. Are you perhaps interested in something that could strengthen diplomatic relations with Austria? It seems possible if we just catch a few scammers.”

Everything of Strauss that Eduard hid doesn’t belong to Esterházy.

They’re things that have been stored without even knowing they existed, and storage fees have already been paid.

‘The friendship between Eduard and Esterházy, and the pieces Eduard composed for the Esterházy family.’

Not only that, but Eduard also helped people belonging to the Esterházy family establish themselves in Vienna.

That’s why Eduard also said he was grateful for selling the mansion.

‘So if I buy it for 30 million euros and even catch the scammers, I’m paying more than enough.’

Emily and Rick looked at the grinning Johann as if they were fed up.

* * *

“Diplomacy with Austria…”

Tap tap tap.

Lynch taps the desk and chuckles.

“I don’t know what kind of trouble he’s planning to cause this time…”

He trusts him.

Because he has always repaid that trust.

“Yes, this is Lynch. The big star mentioned diplomacy with Austria. Yes, the big star who returned Mozart’s unpublished sheet music to Austria through Professor Sybil Ulrich a few days ago.”

News that would soon turn Austria, no, the world upside down.

“It seems we’ll need to mobilize branches worldwide.”

Lynch’s eyes gleamed.

* * *

Whoosh!

Lake Neusiedl, where the wind creates silver foam.

A shadow falls over Victor Esterházy as he gazes at his fishing rod.

“Why did you come out in this heat?”

Victor sends loving gazes to the Elderly Woman holding an umbrella and the Woman in her 30s beside her. Victor’s eyes waver at the musty smell of fertilizer brushing past his nose.

‘The skin that was white as snow has now become that soil.’

His Youngest Granddaughter who would have married a good man in Vienna if only he hadn’t been swindled.

While his Youngest Daughter before him had come to marry a wealthy man in Rust of her own accord, his Youngest Granddaughter’s marriage to Rust was entirely because of Victor himself.

“What are you worrying about so much?”

“…It’s nothing much. More importantly, is your Husband treating you well?”

Victor shakes his head at his Daughter’s question and looks at his Youngest Granddaughter.

“Ugh. Is that all you’re ever curious about when it comes to me?”

Of course he treats her well. He treasures her like gold, like jewels, like glass.

“Isn’t farming hard?”

“Totally! It’s totally my calling!”

Victor’s face crumples further as his Youngest Granddaughter rolls up her sleeves to show her muscles.

“Sigh. Really, I’m fine, Grandfather!”

“…Yes.”

He tries to respond, but Victor can see it.

The small shoulders that shrink and are weighed down, the calluses on her palms.

This wouldn’t have been possible if the Esterházy influence were still alive.

Victor looks at his Youngest Daughter.

His Youngest Daughter who made large investments because of him and lost everything, unable to help her own daughter. She must be living in a hell worse than his own.

‘She must be sick of looking at this Father…’

His Youngest Daughter who brought him to her house to rest, saying Eisenstadt would be noisy because of filming.

‘I’m the sinner. I’m the sinner…’

The more he thinks this way, the more Johann’s words come to mind.

‘With 30 million euros, I could repay some of the debt I owe these children…’

But the Mansion that ancestors had earnestly begged never to sell.

Just as his worries are about to begin again.

Ring ring! Ring ring!

“Wait a moment. A call came… Hm? This number?”

The Detective’s number from the fraud case.

‘Co-could it be?’

His eyes widen as he urgently answers the phone.

“Yes. This is Victor Esterházy. What’s the matter…?!”

Victor stood up.

Tears were already flowing from his eyes.

* * *

“…I’m sorry.”

Eisenstadt Police Station.

Victor coldly looks down at his bowed Friend, no, his enemies.

He had many things he wanted to ask when this moment came.

But facing them like this, those words won’t come out. What would be the point of asking why they did it?

After glaring at them silently for a while, Victor looks at the Detective.

“Thank you for your hard work, Detective.”

The Detective before him is the Esterházy family’s benefactor.

Flinch!

The Detective suddenly stiffens and asks cautiously.

“Master, do you happen to know anyone in America?”

“I have a few Nephews who married Americans…”

“Did any of them marry people from government agencies or politicians?”

“I don’t think so.”

He hadn’t heard such news.

“Ah, then what could it be?”

“Why do you ask?”

The Detective approaches and speaks carefully.

“These people, America caught them.”

America secured the whereabouts of those who had been living like emperors in Southeast Asia and elsewhere, and found all their hidden money.

“What does that mean…?”

‘Could it be?’

Someone suddenly flashes through Victor’s mind.

“Anyway, I don’t know who to thank, but thanks to them, we were able to protect much of the Master’s assets.”

The investment fraud worth hundreds of millions of euros that had turned Austria upside down at the time.

Perhaps because the amount was so large, they hadn’t even spent 40 percent of it, and if they liquidate all the gold bars, jewelry, stocks, bonds, paintings, etc., they should be able to recover 70 percent of the damage amount.

“It will take about a year to get everything back though.”

This is unavoidable due to legal procedures.

“Ah!”

“Master!”

Victor, who felt dizzy for a moment, waves his hand saying he’s fine.

“Thank you… for your hard work.”

“Not at all. I’m sorry we couldn’t arrest them sooner.”

Victor shakes his head saying it’s not their fault, asks them to handle the rest, and leaves the Police Station. Then about a hundred People rush toward him.

“Father!”

“Grandfather!”

“Master!”

Victor’s Family Members who were victims of the fraud.

Overwhelmed by their faces full of hope and anxiety, Victor struggles to speak.

“You’ve all… suffered a lot.”

“…Ahhh!”

“Ahhhhh!”

“Sob! No! Father suffered the most!”

People crying and laughing while shedding tears.

‘Thank goodness. Thank goodness.’

Now everyone can live with their shoulders straight like before.

‘I should sell the Mansion.’

To my benefactor.

Victor’s eyes gleamed.

* * *

The Cafe where Johann and Victor had talked a few days ago.

Victor watches Johann signing the contract and opens his mouth.

“Thank you.”

“Not at all. I’m more grateful.”

Victor had initially decided to transfer the Mansion for free, but Johann insisted on paying 10 million euros.

“I’m buying it for a whole 20 million euros less.”

‘Huh. There are such righteous people in this world.’

He’s trying to hide it. So that this side won’t feel indebted.

Victor’s expression becomes resolute.

“Esterházy will not forget your kindness.”

“Pardon?”

“I hope you’ll be able to create good music.”

“I hope you’ll smile a lot more from now on too, Victor.”

“Haha. Thank you.”

The two stand up and shake hands.

After Victor and the real estate agent leave, Johann grips the contract.

‘I hope you’ll become confident from now on.’

Screech!

With the sound of a chair being dragged, Lynch, who had been sitting in one corner of the cafe, approaches.

“Thank you for granting my unreasonable request, Lynch.”

“Haha. It wasn’t unreasonable at all, so don’t worry.”

They were fraudsters who had been on the CIA’s radar from the moment they were already wanted by Interpol.

They only watched because it was another country’s affair, but if they had been guys who could benefit America, they would have been caught already.

“So…”

“Not yet.”

Not yet.

The real estate purchase contract has been written, but administrative processing will take time.

Also, there’s still filming left.

“So please bear with it until then.”

“…This will be the longest two weeks of the year.”

“Haha.”

Johann bursts into laughter and looks at the mansion in the distance.

‘Now let’s begin.’

The meeting between Chang, the potter from the East, and Casanova.

For the next two weeks, it’s going to be frantically busy.

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