Chapter 963: Chapter 871: The Disappeared dici Family
East of Venice.
Treviso City.
“The court finds in favor of Mr. Matteo Alberti.”
The stern-faced judge knocked on the gavel, “Silence!” Then he pointed at the elderly man in his sixties sitting in the defendant’s seat, “Mr. Adrian Casanova, you must transfer the house in the south of the city to Mr. Alberti within a week, or the court will sentence you to imprisonnt or flogging.”
“They are deceivers!” A boy of about eight or nine suddenly stood up behind Casanova and shouted, “I can testify for Grandpa…”
Two court officers, similar to bailiffs, imdiately restrained the child, then looked up at the judge, “Do you want us to lock this boy up?”
The elderly Casanova anxiously defended to the judge: “You see, he’s just a child, please forgive him. I’ll imdiately vacate the house after I return…”
The plump man sitting in the plaintiff’s seat coldly said, “No, according to the agreent, the items in the house also belong to . You just need to sign the property transfer docunts.”
The old man suddenly turned to him and exclaid, “Even if that agreent is true, it only ntions mortgaging the house! The things inside are left by my grandmother, you cannot take them!”
The lawyer of the plaintiff, Alberti, snorted disdainfully, addressing the judge: “Your honor, it is clear that the furnishings inside belong to the property. Mr. Casanova has no right to dispose of them.”
The judge, without hesitation, struck the gavel: “The court supports your claim. After the adjournnt, the house at 71 Orleans Street will be sealed until the transfer is complete.”
The little boy struggled and shouted, “This is unfair! You must have taken their money; those paintings don’t belong to them…”
An officer imdiately slapped the boy, interrupting him.
The judge coldly glanced at the boy, forcefully striking the gavel: “What’s his na again? Anyway, part of the Casanova family. For contempt of court, I sentence you to three months in prison.”
Casanova instantly panicked, kneeling before the judge, pleading: “For the sake of Jesus, please spare him! I’ll give Mr. Alberti everything—the house and those paintings.”
The judge glanced at him, ignoring his plea, then stood up and said, “Court adjourned.”
Dispirited, the elderly man walked out from the Treviso Local Court, his eyes red-rimd.
He looked toward the Holy See at the other end of the street, made the sign of the cross on his chest, and muttered, “Almighty Jesus, Ricardo is still so young, please, for the sake of the Casanova family, no, for the dici Family’s sake, grant rcy…”
Two fierce n approached him, Casanova recognized them, they were henchn from the Alberti family.
“Old man, co with ,” one man gestured behind him, “sign the property transfer papers first.”
As he said this, he reached to grab Casanova’s collar.
Just then, a “Gem VI” carriage stopped nearby, and a well-dressed man with evident Gallian features stepped down, quickly walked to Casanova, and bowed to him: “If I’m not mistaken, you are Mr. Adrian Casanova?”
The old man nervously nodded, “It is I, honorable sir.”
“May I ask, is your father nad Paul Ferdinando Casanova?”
“Yes, sir, that is my father.”
“Excellent.” The Gallian smiled and nodded, speaking in halting Italian, “A friend of yours wishes to invite you to Florence.”
Casanova imdiately beca alert. He had previously trusted Alberti, mortgaging his property to invest in so “steamship shipping business,” resulting in a complete loss.
The henchn from the Alberti family imdiately shouted, “What do you want? This old man owes my master money; before resolving it, he can’t go anywhere!”
The Gallian slightly frowned, using his body to block them, and kindly asked Casanova, “You seem to be in so trouble?”
The old man sighed, “I’ve been deceived, the court ruled against , and now I must repay the debt.”
The Gallian hesitated for a mont, then asked, “How much is needed?”
“1800 ducats…” the old man murmured.
1800 ducats is more than 16,000 francs. The Gallian seed sowhat troubled but said to the henchman, “Soone will co to handle this matter. Now, I must take Mr. Casanova away.”
“You dare not!”
The henchman reached for his stick behind him, but the Gallian’s cane was already pressed against his chest.
In the car not far away, Alberti shouted with discontent, “What are you doing?”
The henchman turned his head, “A foreigner wants to take away Casanova, master.”
“Useless, chase him away!”
“Yes, master!” Two henchn imdiately drew their sticks.
The Gallian sighed, his cane deftly moved in an arc, and the two n scread as they crouched down.
“Useless!” Alberti almost roared, and imdiately, four more henchn surrounded them.
The door of the “Gem VI” carriage opened, and two n in black stepped down, drawing pistols aid at those henchn, speaking in French, “Sir, please proceed.”
The Gallian, with his cane in hand, gestured to Casanova: “Your old friend is waiting for you.”
The latter glanced at the pistols held by the n in black and stubbornly retreated, “No, not unless you bring Ricardo too!”
“Ricardo?”
“He is my grandson.”
The Gallian narrowed his eyes, “Does he have dici blood?”
The old man was startled, hesitated for a mont, then nodded, “Yes, yes…”
“Where is he?”
“In the court’s holding cell.”
“Alright, I assure you, you will see him soon. Now, you should follow out of here.”
At three o’clock in the afternoon, in Mr. Hahn’s, the Gallian gentleman’s room, Casanova was reunited with his grandson.
He happily embraced the boy, then bowed to Hahn in thanks, “You are a truly good man, may Jesus bless you. How did you manage to get Ricardo out?”
“Well… spoke kindly to the judge.” Hahn internally added, a handgun communicates well with people.
Casanova bowed in thanks again, then glanced at the few n in black around the room, asking Hahn, “You ntioned earlier, you needed to go to Florence to do sothing very important?”
“Yes, Mr. Casanova.” Hahn quickly shook his head, “Actually, I prefer to address you as Your Excellency dici. And my friend wants to help you restore the dici Family’s glory.”
“Restore… the dici Family?” Casanova was stunned.
This statent was only ntioned by his grandmother when he was very young, and he hadn’t heard it in more than half a century.
Yes, he is indeed the last princess of the dici Family, the descendant of Anna Maria Luiza de dici’s only illegitimate child.
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