Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 258

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 258

“That child cannot become a clergyman.”

A dark secret room.

Albise Malipiero, a clergyman aspiring to become a cardinal, shakes his head firmly.

His origins are lowly.

His character and thoughts are vulgar and shallow.

The type who could never become a clergyman.

This was the conclusion Albise had reached after observing Casanova for the past year since first being introduced to him at a banquet.

“There’s no need to create unnecessary obstacles.”

Their plan was already uncertain even if everything went smoothly.

“I suppose so…”

Michele Grimani’s eyes turned cold.

In his mind, Casanova’s fate was being decided.

Casanova walks quickly down the corridor.

Michele’s gaze toward him had become cold.

Recently, even Michele’s mistress had been pushing him away. She who should have been his shelter if he were ever expelled from Grimani’s palace.

“Why on earth.”

At 14, Casanova couldn’t make sense of this sudden situation, but he knew one thing.

‘At this rate, I’ll be thrown out.’

Onto the streets without a penny.

“That can’t happen.”

It absolutely couldn’t happen.

Bang!

“Kyahahaha! Try to catch me!”

“Where are you? Here?”

“Kyaak. Chang, that’s not me.”

“But it’s a butt?”

Potter Chang playing hide-and-seek with women who were blindfolded and wearing only underwear.

Casanova’s eyes widen in shock.

“…Chang, the young master has come.”

“Who… ah.”

Potter Chang, who was lowering his blindfold, discovers Casanova with a hardened expression and chuckles.

“Go play on the bed.”

Chang glances at the women rushing to the bed and sits on the sofa, bringing a wine bottle to his mouth.

“Kugh. What are you doing? Sit down since you’re here.”

“…Why?”

Casanova sits in front of Chang, who arrogantly props his legs on the table, and asks his question.

In Grimani Palace, where no one except the owner Michele was allowed such pleasures.

But Chang was different. Even though such vulgar laughter echoed through the corridors, no one cared.

“You’ve only made a mere 4 pieces of pottery so far.”

Slave Chang, who despite Michele’s expensive investment and care, had only made 4 pieces of pottery.

Given Michele’s temperament, he should have been expelled already.

Yet instead, the entertainment provided to Chang had become even more varied.

“Jealous? Have a drink.”

“Chang.”

Crash!

The wine bottle Chang threw grazed past Casanova’s head and shattered against the wall.

Casanova’s expression freezes in shock.

“If you came here begging for help, you should crawl, you brat. How dare you carelessly call an elder’s name?”

“I’m… sorry…”

It was humiliating. To be treated this way by a slave.

But he needed to know. The reason for being treated so well despite making so few pottery pieces.

Watching Casanova tremble with fear and humiliation, Chang brings a new wine bottle to his mouth.

“Kugh. Kid, do you know the difference between you and me? Between a slave captured from the East and a commoner receiving a master’s patronage?”

No. That kind of thing was meaningless.

“You’re someone who might be useful, but I’m someone who is needed.”

“Needed…?”

“Whose mansion do you think those 4 pieces of pottery you dismissed entered?”

They must have entered the mansions of nobles, officials, clergymen, and other figures who could help Michele.

“And it will continue to be so. In other words, whether I make one piece of pottery a year or ten pieces, I’m needed until Eastern pottery is no longer rare.”

In fact, the less he made, the more they’d appreciate it.

“But you?”

Chang’s eyes and mouth twist.

“You who connects everything to women?”

Music, instrument playing, poetry.

All the subjects the teachers praised him for having talent in – his motives for learning them were impure.

“Do you think the master didn’t know? Even about you lusting after his concubine?”

“Gasp?!”

“What? Did you think there were secrets in this mansion? You foolish one who can’t see an inch ahead. Young fool, the only reason the master kept you around was because your skills were useful.”

That clever mind that could recite poetry after just a glance.

That musical talent that could play quite pleasantly despite not having learned instruments for long.

“But what good is it when you can’t prove your necessity… Moreover, you’re in a state of desperately needing the master’s help.”

Michele knew this well. That was Casanova’s greatest weakness.

“…So if I just prove that I’m needed, everything will be tolerated? Like you?”

“Don’t you think it’s too late?”

“You said before. When you think it’s too late is the fastest time.”

“…Uhahaha!”

“I’ll see you again next time.”

Casanova’s expression darkens as he stands up.

“He knows well that I need help… I’ll have to change that thinking.”

He had to make them cling to him.

Make it so they couldn’t do without Casanova himself.

Casanova gritted his teeth and closed the door to Chang’s room where laughter of debauchery erupted again.

“Cut-! …Okay! Everyone did great work, let’s prepare tomorrow!”

The withdrawal from Eisenstadt.

The move to other location sites.

The 25 days of filming in Austria had ended.

“Wahhh!”

“Uahhh!”

Hayden Christensen, freed from Casanova, also laughed, and Johann forced a smile toward Emily.

* * *

“Are you really not coming with us?”

Early morning, Hayden Christensen shows his disappointment. Ewan McGregor and Sean Bean feel the same.

“As I mentioned before, I have some business to attend to. I’ll be there by the day after tomorrow at the latest, so please continue filming ahead of me.”

“It’s because of that… matter, isn’t it?”

The news that shook Austria, no, the entire world two days ago – the discovery of Mozart’s unpublished sheet music. Johann was the discoverer.

It seemed to be because of that matter.

‘To discover sheet music while browsing a flea market.’

It was truly laughable.

“I understand. If it’s because of that matter, it can’t be helped.”

“Haha. See you in two days.”

Johann sighs as he sends off the actors and production team.

‘It’s finished.’

The filming of the most important parts of Season 1.

As Johann reflects on the past 25 days of filming, Norman and Philip approach him.

“So what happens to Casanova now?”

Although they watched from the sidelines throughout the filming period, they’re quite confused since the shooting order was all mixed up.

“He memorizes the Bible.”

It’s not because he sees through the plan of Michele, who wants Grimani to produce a cardinal of the Venetian Republic like their ancestors hundreds of years ago, and Albise who joined hands with Michele.

It’s because that’s the surest way to increase his own value.

The Baroque era when religion held sway. Memorizing the Bible was bound to be a tremendous merit.

This was the period when Casanova studied for the only reason that wasn’t about women, when he studied with all his heart.

“Because of this, Michele realizes Casanova’s genius.”

Not just clever, but an incredible genius.

He revives the plan that had been discarded.

Michele knew that due to the interference of families rivaling Grimani, not only he but even his children couldn’t become cardinals.

So their first plan was to make Albise a cardinal first.

“A clergyman who raised an outstanding disciple. This was quite a big merit at the time.”

Because it was a means to prove one’s faithfulness.

Meeting an outstanding disciple and raising them properly was proving God’s will.

Especially if someone who had never taken disciples before raised an outstanding one, they were bound to receive extra points.

Originally, Casanova’s usefulness was only up to being this outstanding disciple. But when Michele learned of Casanova’s genius, he decided to modify the plan.

“Let’s put him in an important position. Let’s make him Albise’s right-hand man.”

So that even if Albise betrayed them someday, Casanova could lend strength to Grimani.

“Of course, it wasn’t that there were no other people around him who showed genius like Casanova.”

Rather, there were many. Because Grimani sponsored a great number of people.

“But no one had as good social skills as Casanova. The fact that Casanova continued living in the Grimani palace was also one of the important reasons.”

But Grimani wasn’t the only one making such plans.

Other families were also making such plans, and inevitably those they were raising would clash with Casanova.

From this point, Casanova’s relationships become complexly entangled.

“Wow!”

At this time, first love comes to Casanova like fate.

“But since he’s already become a priest, he tearfully sends her away and shows his genius even in university life…”

He receives news that his first love died after suffering terrible treatment from scoundrels.

“He also learns that Michele and Albise were involved in his first love’s death.”

“What?!”

“They didn’t directly commission it. However, he learned that it was those two who helped his first love marry into that place.”

The reason was simple. They sent his first love far away so she could never appear before Casanova again.

Learning this, terrible darkness comes to Casanova’s heart.

Thanks to the potter Chang, Casanova, who learned various things from lowly entertainment to sophisticated entertainment and how to deal with people, goes crazy with rage.

“This ends Season 1.”

Originally he planned to end with entering university, but he modified it because this way seemed much more interesting.

“Wow…”

“It’s going to be interesting!”

They’re not saying this just because they appeared in it. Not only each character but the story itself is very exciting.

Content that breaks the prejudice about Casanova, who is simply considered a symbol of womanizing.

“Thanks for saying that. And good work during this time.”

“Yeah! Ah, it was fun!”

“Did you say it goes up tomorrow?”

“That’s right. Since the interview is tomorrow. See you in Vienna tomorrow.”

“Okay. Have a good date, see you tomorrow.”

“Ah! Really, if I could also play together… Mmph! Mmmph!”

When even Philip, who was covering Norman’s mouth and dragging him away, disappears from sight, Johann turns around.

And he smiles brightly seeing Lynch who had approached and the Japanese man in his 50s standing beside him.

“It’s been a while, Toru.”

Toru Iwata.

He was the eldest son of warehouse keeper Ichiro Iwata, who managed Inoue’s treasures.

* * *

After lunch time, a sign is erected at the arched entrance of the mansion.

Under Demolition

No Entry

Beep! Beep!

A trailer making heavy sounds as it passes through the arched entrance toward the rear.

“Careful! Slowly!”

A Japanese man in his 40s waving a warning baton.

“Heave-ho!”

A biracial black man in his 40s carrying a large cutting machine toward the kitchen.

Emily, who had already arrived in the kitchen, sticks out her tongue.

“So this is how the CIA works…”

Disguised as cleanup staff for the filming location, who could suspect them?

“Even Victor Esterhazy wouldn’t suspect, right?”

“Haha.”

‘They’re not CIA though.’

They’re a smuggling and excavation team for acquiring or excavating treasures worldwide and smuggling them to Japan on behalf of the head of the Inoue family.

But since secrets are better when fewer people know them, he deliberately doesn’t say anything.

Toru, who sensed Johann’s feelings, also doesn’t object.

“You said it was this place?”

“There’s no other place suitable for hiding an entrance besides here.”

“Hmm…”

“Found it!”

Johann and the others, whose eyes lit up, approach the person who was scanning the wall with some machine.

That person spits excitedly.

“Th-there’s an empty space behind here!”

The thickness is approximately 80 centimeters.

That’s not all. An empty space was also discovered under the floor, 2 meters thick.

Toru looks at Johann, and Johann nods.

“Understood. Break it.”

“Yes! Stand back!”

As Johann and the others step back, the worker with the cutting drill rushes toward the marked spot.

Whirrrrrr!

Water spraying mercilessly and the cutting drill spinning fiercely as it bores into the wall.

Stone dust flew along with sparks.

Crash! Bang!

Since rapid oxygen influx could risk damaging the treasures, they first drill a small hole to remove the stale air inside, then a large hammer pounds the wall after introducing new oxygen.

As the hammer begins pounding the wall in earnest, Lynch looks at Johann.

Isn’t it about time to tell him?

Johann grins mischievously at this.

“Would you be angry if I told you to wait more?”

“Not exactly, but…”

“It’s all the records of the Strauss family that Eduard Strauss is known to have burned completely.”

Shiver!

Lynch and Toru look at Johann in shock.

‘This was it!’

The great musical family born from Austria, Strauss.

The sheet music known to be lost, expected to be worth at least a million pieces, lies beneath this place.

‘Austria would have no choice but to bow down!’

Austria, the home of classical music.

It was a treasure they could never turn away from.

It was the moment Lynch looked at the wall in disbelief.

Crash! Rumble!

The lower part of the wall broke.

That was only for a moment.

As the replacement workers began hammering the wall, it quickly crumbled. It revealed a black space containing stairs leading downward.

The moment everyone had been waiting for.

Everyone’s hearts beat violently.

Lynch, Emily, Rick, and even the excavation team who had done this many times before.

They anxiously watch the excavation team enter first, worried there might be traps.

How much time had passed like that?

Crackle!

-All clear.

“…L-let’s go down.”

Gulp!

Swallowing the saliva that naturally gathered, they descend the stairs.

One step, one step.

They descend into a space sealed for over one hundred and twenty years.

Unlike then, carrying LED lamps.

And then…

“My God.”

“Crazy…”

Shelves filling the vast space with pillars erected here and there, and wooden boxes stored on those shelves.

When everyone froze at that tremendous sight, Toru handed Johann a cutting tool with trembling hands.

Johann smiled gratefully as he received it and walked to the nearest box, bringing the cutting tool to the lock.

Crack! Screech!

Papers inside the box breathing oxygen for the first time in over one hundred and twenty years.

Johann looked at the sheet music on top and chuckled.

“Do Not Weep.”

An unpublished piece that the ‘King of Waltz, Johann Strauss II’ composed for the grief-stricken Joseph Franz I but never released, delivering it only to Joseph Franz I.

This piece greatly contributed to Johann’s decision to upload the Strauss legacy, thought to be lost due to Eduard Strauss, to SoundCloud.

Finding such a piece first in the first box he opened, how could he not smile?

Johann looked at the Lynches who were frozen in a daze.

“How about keeping the unpublished pieces in America and using the published ones for diplomacy with Austria?”

Then later, if diplomacy with Austria starts to go wrong, they could gradually hand over the unpublished pieces and related materials to negotiate.

“That’s an excellent idea.”

There couldn’t be a better method than this.

Johann nodded at those words and looked at Toru.

“Then let’s move them.”

To America.

They had to move them to America first to be able to use them for diplomacy.

‘If we hand them over directly from here, we’d only gain a few measly benefits.’

This place is strictly Austrian territory after all.

“Yes!”

Toru nodded vigorously and gestured to his team members, and they rushed toward the boxes.

Thus, the million or so pieces of treasure forgotten by the world began to be moved to America.

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