Chapter 577 Isn’t it such a coincidence?


Chapter 577 Isn’t it such a coincidence?

“Aleppe, tell me a joke.”

“Sir, your nickname among the people of the Kingdom of Sardinia is the ‘Grand Duke of Red Eggplants’. ”

Frederick was chilled by this joke and felt that there was no need to turn on the air conditioner in the carriage.

These days, he has felt the Sardinians' crazy love for red tomatoes, mainly because most people here eat noodles as their staple food, and a spoonful of red tomato paste beats countless condiments.

In recent years, the Kingdom of Sardinia has imported a large amount of red eggplant seeds from the Duchy of Wesson, because the climate is better and the yield is high.

However, the Kingdom of Sardinia did not export half of the red eggplants, but continued to import cans from Wesson.

This land is like a black hole in the red eggplant, which cannot be filled no matter what.

Frederick didn’t want to hear the joke anymore. Seeing that he was still quite far away from the Borromeo Library, he asked Allep: “What’s the news in the city recently?”

Allep Pei asked: "Sir, do you really plan to build the railway to Phila City?"

Frederick blinked and said: "You continue."

Aleppe said: "Many people have seen the secret message you wrote to His Excellency Ludovico. His Majesty Francisco asked me to inquire privately. Is there such a thing?"

Frederick couldn't figure it out. He just wrote a play outline, how could it become a secret code for building a railway?

After a moment of silence, he replied: "You report it, those are just the outlines of the drama, don't read too much into it."

"However, it is forbidden to disclose any information about this matter to the outside world."


Frederick didn't know how this matter was misunderstood by others, but judging from the king's reaction, it seemed that it was not a small matter. It is estimated that the Venetians already knew about it.

He knew where the city of Fira was when he started chatting with Ludovico that day, and speculated that the railway going there would be the same as going to Venice.

This is an unexpected event, maybe we can take advantage of it.

Before arriving at the Borromeo Library, Frederick said nothing, thinking about the possible impact of this incident.

The Borromeo Library is quite large, with a five-story main building and three three-story auxiliary buildings on the left, right and back.

Nowadays, the library has been in decline for a long time. There are other libraries in the city to go to. There are no readers coming here. The three auxiliary buildings originally used for visiting scholars are rented to businessmen from other places. The main building is closed on weekdays.

There are only a few old priests left in the management staff. The only one who could walk out to greet Frederick today was an old monk named Anthony. The others were struggling to walk.

Frederick arranged for people to come in advance and gave them some money to hire people to clean. Now the library is quite tidy.

The layout of several floors in the library is the same. The vast hall is filled with bookcases and desks are placed against the wall.

There are many glass windows about one meter high and half a meter wide on the wall, and thin iron branches are inlaid with half a palm-sized piece of transparent glass.

But now only these glass windows are left, the rest were sold to make a living, and the window holes were sealed with boards.

Frederick opened a bookcase, and a strong and pungent herbal smell came out.

This herb is used to repel mice and bugs. The strong smell indicates that the cabinet has not been opened for a long time, and the smell indicates that it should be replaced regularly.

Take out a book and look through it. It is well stored and has no insects.

Frederick nodded with satisfaction, and Anthony breathed a sigh of relief. These books are the most valuable in the library.

Frederick turned to Anthony and asked: "Have you sold the books?"

Anthony said seriously: "We are all orphans. Archbishop Borromeo adopted us, and we have been keeping him As a father."

"Before his death, he asked us to keep these books and let the knowledge inside be used, and not let them become decorations in the bookcases of the rich."

" We heard that you built the Edelweiss Library and that you were Aunt Psyche's student, so we thought these books could be given to you."

Frederick nodded and asked. : "Do you think I should keep these books where they are, or transport them back to the Edelweiss Library?"

Anthony lowered his head and said: "It's up to you." Frederick thought for a while and said: "Then let's exchange books. Some books will be shipped over, and some books will be added."



"You still live here, I hire someone to take care of you."

Anthony thanked him immediately.

What he feared most was that Frederick would buy the library and drive people like him away.

Frederick said: "Let's go and have a look on the second floor."

He was a little worried that Anthony and the others had put all the good books on the first floor for him to see, while the ones gnawed by insects and rats were placed upstairs.

The layout on the second floor is the same, but there are readers here today.

A girl of eighteen or nineteen years old was sitting by the window, quietly flipping through a book. The sunlight shone on her long golden brown hair, as beautiful as a painting.

Frederick then randomly checked several book boxes, and the books inside were basically intact.

When he arrived on the third floor, Frederick asked Anthony: "Has the reader on the second floor come here often before?"

Anthony replied: "She just came this morning. It was the first time I saw her. "

Frederick turned his head and winked at Aleppe, who understood and left.

Aleppe came back when Frederick arrived on the fifth floor.

Aleppo reported in a low voice: "Her name is Bili Rey. She is twenty-one years old and is a well-known businessman in Milan."

"The Rey family was originally a relatively large merchant family in the city. Fourteen years ago, there was a sudden fire in their home. Except for a servant who risked his life to rescue her, the whole family was burned to death."

"Rey The family's property was managed by her uncle and had actually been embezzled."

"She was just an ordinary-looking girl before she was seventeen years old. That year she suddenly submitted the evidence collected over the years to the court. In the end, she won the lawsuit and not only regained the family property, but also took over the property of her uncle's family. "In the past few years, the Rey family's business has become more and more prosperous in her hands."

Frederick asked in a low voice: "Don't you think it's a coincidence?"

Aleppe nodded, what a coincidence.

Frederick frowned and thought for a while, then said: "I even doubt whether she is the real Bili Rey."

"Tell the Duke of Milan and check secretly. "

Aleppe asked: "Do you think there was something wrong with the fire that year?"

Frederick replied: "If it were a different time and place, I would not be like this. Doubtful.”

"His Majesty Francisco knows about what happened on the railway last night. There is no reason that the city of Venice doesn't know about it."

"I don't have an itinerary. The only place where I am sure to be found is here, and there is almost no defense."

Aleppe has been an assassin for many years and has rich experience. He nodded and said, "That's true. I would do the same thing if I chose a place that comes into contact with the goods."

The corner of Frederick's mouth curled up. Said: "Let's go, let's pretend we don't know anything."

He went downstairs, deliberately walked around the second floor, and then left.

Soon after, Anthony called a group of people over and cursed: "How did you work the day before yesterday? The top of the bookcase was not wiped clean, and there is still dust on the window sill."

"Hurry up, Archduke Wesson. If we see him like this again the day after tomorrow, I won’t let him beat you to death for being lazy even after you’ve collected enough money!”

(End of Chapter)

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