I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 872 The Disappearance of the Medici Family
East of Venice.

The city of Treviso.

"This court declares that Mr. Mathijs Albesio has prevailed in the case."

The dignified judge knocked the gavel and said, "Silence!" Then he pointed to the old man in his sixties sitting in the dock and said, "Mr. Adrian Casanova, you must hand over the house in the south of the city to Mr. Albesio within a week, otherwise this court will sentence you to imprisonment or flogging."

"They are liars!" A boy of eight or nine years old behind Casanova suddenly stood up and shouted, "I can testify for grandpa..."

Two court enforcement officers, similar to bailiffs, immediately restrained the child and then looked up at the judge: "Do you think we should lock this kid up?"

The old man Casanova immediately argued anxiously to the judge: "Look, he is just a child, please forgive him. I will vacate the house immediately after I return..."

The fat white man sitting in the plaintiff's seat said coldly: "No, according to the agreement, the items in the house also belong to me. You just need to sign the property documents."

The old man turned his head and looked at him, shouting, "Even if the agreement is true, it only says that the house is mortgaged! The things in the house are all left by my grandmother, you can't take them away!"

The plaintiff Albesio's lawyer snorted disdainfully and turned to the judge and said, "Your Honor, it is obvious that the furnishings in the house are part of the property and Mr. Casanova has no right to dispose of them."

The judge banged the gavel without hesitation: "The court supports your claim. After the adjournment, the house at 71 Oron Street will be sealed until the transfer is completed."

The little boy struggled and shouted: "This is not fair! You must have taken their money, those paintings don't belong to them..."

An enforcement officer immediately slapped the boy in the face, interrupting him from speaking.

The judge glanced at the boy coldly and slammed the gavel: "What's his name? Anyway, he is a Casanova. For contempt of court, I sentence you to three months in prison."

Casanova panicked instantly, knelt down in front of the judge and begged, "For God's sake, please let him go! I don't want anything anymore, the house and the paintings are all for Mr. Albesio."

The judge glanced at him, ignored him, stood up and said, "Adjourn the court."

The old man walked out of the Treviso District Court in a daze, with red eyes.

He looked at the Vatican at the other end of the street, made the sign of the cross on his chest, and murmured: "Almighty God, Ricardo is still so young, please have mercy on me for the sake of the Casanova family, no, please have mercy on me for the sake of the Medici family..."

Two fierce-looking men walked towards him. Casanova recognized them as the thugs from Albesio's family.

"Old man, get in the car with me," a sturdy man gestured behind him, "Sign the property transfer documents first."

As he spoke, he was about to grab Casanova by the collar.

At this moment, a "Jewel VI" carriage stopped nearby, and a well-dressed man with obvious Gallic features got out. He then walked quickly towards Casanova and bowed to him, saying, "If I'm not mistaken, you are Mr. Adrian Casanova, right?"

The old man nodded nervously: "It's me, dear sir."

"Excuse me, but is your father's name Paolo Ferdinando Casanova?"

"Yes, sir, that was my father."

"Very good." The Gaul smiled and nodded, speaking in half-baked Italian, "A good friend of yours would like to invite you to Florence."

Casanova immediately became alert. He had trusted Albesio before and mortgaged his property to invest in the "steamship shipping industry", but ended up losing everything and owing a large debt.

The Albesios' thugs immediately shouted, "What are you doing? This old guy owes money to my master, and he can't go anywhere until he gets it done!"

The Gaul frowned slightly, blocked the man with his body, and asked Casanova kindly: "You seem to be in trouble?"

The old man sighed and said, "I was tricked. The court ruled that I lost the case and I have to repay the debt."

The Gaul hesitated for a moment and asked again, "How much does it cost?" "1800 ducats..." the old man stammered.

1800 ducats is more than 1 francs. The Gaul was obviously a little embarrassed and said to the thug: "Someone will come to deal with this matter. Now, I must take Mr. Casanova away."

"Don't even think about it!"

The thug said as he reached for the stick behind him, but the Gaul's cane was already pressed against his chest.

In the car not far away, Albesio shouted in dissatisfaction: "What are you doing?"

The thug turned around and said, "A foreigner wants to take Casanova away, master."

"Get rid of this rubbish!"

"Yes, master!" The two thugs immediately drew out their sticks.

The Gaul sighed, and with a stroke of his staff, the two men screamed and squatted down.

"Waste!" Albesio roared, and four thugs immediately surrounded him.

The door of the "Jewel VI" carriage opened, and two men in black stepped out. They drew their pistols and pointed them at the thugs, saying in French, "Sir, you go first."

The Gaul with the cane once again gestured to Casanova: "Your old friend is still waiting for you."

The latter looked at the pistol of the man in black and suddenly stepped back stubbornly: "No, unless you take Ricardo with you!"

"Ricardo?"

"He is my grandson."

The Gaul narrowed his eyes: "He has Medici blood in him?"

The old man was startled, hesitated for a moment before nodding and said: "Yes, yes..."

"Where is he?"

"In the holding cell of the court."

"Okay, I promise you, you'll see him soon. Now just follow me out of here."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the room of Mr. Hahn, the Gallic gentleman, Casanova met his grandson.

He happily hugged the boy and bowed to Hahn to thank him: "You are such a good man, may God bless you. How did you save Ricardo?"

"Well...speak kindly to the judge." Hahn added in his mind that Pistol was very good at persuading others.

Casanova bowed again to express his gratitude, then looked around at the men in black in the room and asked Hahn, "You mentioned earlier that you wanted me to go to Florence to do something very important?"

"Yes, Mr. Casanova." Hahn immediately shook his head. "In fact, I prefer to call you Mr. Medici. And my friend wants to help you restore the glory of the Medici family."

"Restore...the Medici family?" Casanova was stunned.

He had only heard his grandmother mention this sentence when he was very young, and he hadn't heard it for more than half a century.

Yes, he is the descendant of the only illegitimate son of Anna Maria Luisa de' Medici, the last princess of the Medici family.

(End of this chapter)