industrial lord

Chapter 579 "Encounter"

The weather in Milan is quite hot in summer. The salon is held in a tea room. The air conditioner in the corner is blowing cold air and a gramophone is playing light music.

Anita's salon invited more than a dozen guests, including Frederick, Baron Pioli from the Golden City and Baron Gresco from Bohemia.

Pioli and Gresco are both favorites to win the real sword competition. Both are in their early twenties, handsome and very popular in the city of Milan.

"Principal!" Gresco stood up and saluted respectfully when he saw Frederick. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Frederick looked at him for a long time, then remembered and said, "You are Freddy from Omnitr College. I remember you. You performed very well in the debate competition that day."

Gresco is one of many people who use only their first name instead of their last name when studying.

Gresco suddenly became excited and immediately said, "I didn't expect the principal to remember something from so long ago."

The two found a place to sit down, and the maid brought them some cold happy water.

Frederick took a sip of his cold drink and asked him curiously, "You should have graduated for several years. How have you been these years? Why are you here?"

Gresco answered plainly: "After I graduated, I worked in a heavy machinery factory for three years. After my father died in a hunting accident, I returned home to inherit the family business."

"I stayed at home for two years and felt very bored. No one wanted to play football with me."

"Not long ago an old classmate wrote to say that she was going to the South to look for opportunities with the United Fruit Company. So I left the affairs of the Territory to my manager and came to see if there were any opportunities in the South."

"I was passing by here and saw that there was a competition going on, so I came to have some fun."

Frederick nodded. Many young landlords felt uncomfortable after returning to their hometowns after seeing the prosperity outside, and many of them ended up coming to live in the city.

"It's okay to play around." Frederick said, "You probably won't win the championship anyway, so just adjust your mindset and show your level."

Gresco was stunned for a moment, a little unconvinced, but believed in the principal's judgment.

He asked, “Who do you think will be the champion?”

Frederick just smiled and said, "You'll know when you see it. The feeling of despair cannot be described in words."

Gresco was a little curious, which aroused his desire to win.

They spoke in a northern language that the locals could not understand.

At this time, someone joined their conversation.

Pioli looked confident and polite, greeting Frederick and Gresco in Pran, the language commonly used among the nobles.

He asked Gresco: "What do you think of the strength of our warriors in the Kingdom of Sardinia?"

They just finished the round of 64 yesterday and will hold the round of 32 tomorrow. The real competition has just begun.

Gresco replied: "The swordsmanship of the warriors here is like an umbrella in defense, which has inspired me a lot."

Pioli sounded very useful, as the Kingdom of Sardinia was well-known for its strong sword defense.

He then asked Frederick, "I heard that you placed a high stakes on the two players in the competition?"

The dealer spread the word, and Grand Duke Wesson bet a total of tens of thousands of gold coins on the two contestants.

But the dealer did not say who it was, so as to avoid unnecessary trouble and also to liven up the atmosphere.

Pioli felt that it was very likely to be himself, after all, he was the contestant with the highest chance of winning, and Gresco was also a possible second choice.

So he wanted to confirm with Frederick whether it was him.

Frederick smiled and said, "I heard that the winning contestant can get part of the prize money. One night I met a gangster and a contestant saved me. I decided to help him."

Graceco almost rolled his eyes when he heard this. What kind of gangster could be strong enough to pose a threat to him? If he had that kind of ability, he should either join the mercenaries or participate in martial arts competitions, which would bring him much more benefits than robbing people in the middle of the night.

After Frederick finished speaking, he stopped talking, picked up the cup and took a sip of the happy water that had lost a lot of gas.

Pioli waited for a long time but got no response, and asked expectantly: “What about the other one?”

He was looking forward to hearing his name come out of Frederick's mouth.

Frederick said: "He is the strongest among all the contestants." And that was it. It was as good as saying nothing.

Gresco was also a little curious. Frederick was definitely not talking about him, but Pioli's strength was not much different from his, so it shouldn't be him.

who can that be?

Gresco recalled all the players he had met and did not find any one who was significantly ahead in strength.

He became excited. He thought that there must be one extremely strong contestant among them who had performed very well in the previous selection and elimination competitions, so no one else could see it.

Pioli wanted to ask more questions, but then Anita and Gianni came to the tea room arm in arm, and the salon officially began.

The theme of today's salon was literature, and Frederick only had a basic understanding of it, so he just agreed with it casually.

Gresco soon became a staple in the salon.

The romantic poetry and short stories popular in his hometown are full of absurdity and strangeness, and this exotic style is most attractive.

After the salon, there was a sumptuous dinner. After eating and drinking, Frederick did not attend the following dance, but walked back.

Aleppo asked Frederick, "You don't want to take a car?"

Frederick shook his head and said, "No, I want to go for a walk."

Aleppe asked again, "Won't you get lost if you don't let us follow you?"

Frederick said seriously: "No."

Aleppo had no choice but to follow him.

"By the way," said Frederick, "give me some change."

Real nobles never carried money with them; it was always carried by their servants.

Even though it's dark now, the city is very lively. The streets in the city center are brightly lit, crowded with tourists, and many artists are performing on the streets.

There were three warriors performing swordplay, fighting with each other. Their impractical yet gorgeous swordplay drew cheers from the onlookers.

Frederick watched for a while and found that these people had real kung fu skills, but there were not many of them. Moreover, they were old and had injuries on their bodies, so they could only perform on the streets.

He dropped a silver coin into the cash box and went to look at the next one.

Next to them were two brothers performing acrobatics. The elder brother's head was on the younger brother's abdomen, and the younger brother's arms and legs were spread out and spinning as fast as a helicopter propeller. There were colorful strips of cloth tied on his hands and feet, which looked quite nice.

Frederick threw another silver coin, and when he turned to leave, someone placed the sole of his foot under his feet.

"Ouch!" The person who was stepped on was a sweet and lovely girl with a bitter face, looking quite cute.

Frederick asked, "Did it hurt you?"

The girl replied: "My feet hurt!"

As the girl spoke, she looked as if she could not stand, and her whole body leaned against Frederick, accidentally touching some parts of his body.

Frederick supported her and said, "Shall I take you home?"

The girl nodded shyly, pointed to the alley ahead and said, "My home is over there."

Frederick helped her into the alley, turned a corner, and it was pitch dark all around.

At this moment, several burly men armed with daggers and machetes surrounded them. The girl pulled out a dagger from somewhere and put it against Frederick's neck.

Frederick sneered. He knew this would happen when the girl deliberately touched his purse.

There is no need to tell what happened next, for the next time Frederick saw them they were smashing stones at the railway.

When Frederick walked out of the alley, he found someone standing at the entrance in a daze. He smiled and asked, "Miss, I think we have met somewhere before?"

(End of this chapter)