Chapter 872 The disappearing Medici family
Eastern Venice.
Treviso City.
"This court sentenced, Mr. Mattes Albercio won the case."
The majestic judge knocked the gavel: "Silent!" and then pointed at the old man in his sixties sitting in the dock. "Mr. Adrian Casanova, you must hand over the house in the south of the city to Mr. Albercio within a week, otherwise this court will sentence you to imprisonment or whip."
"They are liars!" A boy of eight or nine years old behind Casanova suddenly stood up and shouted, "I can testify for my grandfather..."
Two court executives, who are similar to the bailiff, immediately controlled the child, and then looked up at the judge: "Do you want to lock this kid up?"
The old man Casanova immediately defended the judge anxiously: "Look, he is just a child, please forgive him. I After returning, the house will be vacated immediately..."
The fat white man sitting in the plaintiff's dock said coldly: "No, according to the agreement, the items in the house also belong to me. You only need to sign the property documents."
The old man turned his head and looked at him loudly: "Even if the agreement is true, it only contains the mortgaged house! The things in the house are left by my grandmother, and you cannot take them away!"
The plaintiff Albercio's lawyer snorted disdainfully and turned to the judge, "Judge, it is obvious that the furnishings in the house are part of the property and Mr. Casanova has no right to deal with it."
The judge knocked the gavel without thinking: "The court supports your claim. After the recession, the house at 71 Orang Street will be seized until the handover is completed."
The little boy yelled with struggle: "This is not fair! You must have collected their money, and the paintings do not belong to them..."
A executor immediately slapped the boy in the face and interrupted his words.
The judge glanced at the boy coldly and knocked the gavel hard: "What's his name? Anyway, it's from the Casanova family. I'll sentence you to three months in prison for contempt of court."
Casanova was instantly panicked, kneeled in front of the judge, begging, "For God's sake, please let him go! I want nothing, give the house and the paintings to Mr. Albercio."
The judge glanced at him, ignored him, stood up and said, "Add."
The old man walked out of the Treviso District Court in a daze, his eyes red.
He looked at the Holy See on the other side of the street, drew a cross on his chest, and murmured, "O Almighty God, Ricardo is still so young. Please give up your kindness for the sake of the Medici family..."
Two vicious strong men came to him, and Casanova recognized them, they were the thugs of the Albercio family.
"Old guy, come in with me," a strong man gestured behind him, "Transfer the property first and sign the documents."
He said as he was about to grab Casanova's collar.
At this moment, a "Gem VI" carriage stopped beside him. A well-dressed man with obvious Gallic features walked down, then quickly walked towards Casanova, and bowed to him, "If I admit it wrong, you are Mr. Adrian Casanova, right?"
The old man nodded nervously: "It's me, my respected sir."
"Ask the absurdly, is your father's name Paul Ferdinando Casanova?"
"Yes, sir, that's my father."
"Very good." The Gaulian smiled and nodded, speaking half-baked Italian, "A friend of yours would like to invite you to Florence."
Casanova immediately became alert. He had previously believed in Albercio and mortgaged real estate to invest in the "steamship shipping industry", but he lost all his money and owed a large amount of debt.
The thug at Albercio's house immediately shouted, "What are you doing? This old guy owes my master money. He doesn't want to go anywhere before he finishes it!"
The Gauls frowned slightly, blocked the man with their bodies, and asked Casanova kindly: "You seem to be in trouble?"
The old man sighed, "I was plotted against me, and the court sentenced me to lose the case and to repay the debt."
The Gauls hesitated for a moment and asked again, "How much does that cost?" "1800 Dukat..." The old man stuttered.
1800 Ducat is more than 16,000 francs. The Gauls were obviously embarrassed and said to the thug: "Someone will come to deal with this matter. Now, I must take Mr. Casanova away."
"Don't think about it!"
The thug said as he touched the stick behind him, but the Gauls's cane was pressed against his chest.
In the car not far away, Albercio shouted dissatisfiedly, "What are you doing?"
The thug turned and said, "A foreigner wants to take Casanova away, master."
"Bare, drive him away!"
"Yes, master!" The two thugs immediately pulled out the stick.
The Gaul sighed, and the cane was slashed, and the two of them screamed and squatted down. "Bad!" Albercio roared, and four more thugs immediately surrounded him.
The door of the "Gem VI" carriage opened, and two men in black walked down, pulled out their pistols and pointed them at the thugs, and spoke in French: "Sir, please go first."
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The Gauls holding the cane once again made a gesture to Casanova: "Your old friend is still waiting for you."
The latter looked at the man in black's pistol and suddenly stepped back stubbornly: "No, unless you bring Ricardo with you too!"
"Ricardo?"
"He is my grandson."
The Gauls narrowed his eyes: "He has the blood of the Medici family?"
The old man was startled, hesitated for a moment before nodding, "Yes, yes..."
"Where is he?"
"In the imprisonment room of the court."
"Okay, I promise you that you will see him soon. Now you leave here with me."
At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the room of Mr. Hahn, the gentleman of Gaul, Casanova met his grandson.
He hugged the boy happily and bowed to Hahn to thank him: "You are such a great man, may God bless you. How did you save Ricardo?"
"Well... I advised that judge with kind words." Hahn added in his heart that Pistol is good at persuading others.
Casanova saluted again and thanked him, then looked around the men in black in the room and asked Hahn, "You mentioned just now that I would like to go to Florence to do something very important?"
"Yes, Mr. Casanova." Hahn shook his head, "Actually, I would rather call you Lord Medici. And my friend wants to help you restore the glory of the Medici family."
"Restore... Medici family?" Casanova was stunned.
He only heard this sentence mentioned by his grandmother when he was very young, and he hasn't heard it again in more than half a century.
Yes, he is the descendant of the last princess of the Medici family, Anna Maria Luisa de Medici's only illegitimate son.
(This chapter ends)