In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

Tall and barren hills, not a shred of green could be seen, only the endless land appeared in view.

Bindu closed his eyes.

Fujimaru Rika gritted her teeth: "What the hell is this place?"

"..." Bindu was silent.

This place, he... was very familiar.

"This is the place where I died." Bindu's expression was a little gloomy. "It's also the place where my colleagues died."

"You mean this is..." Fujimaru Rika covered her mouth.

"The hills ravaged by dragons, the symbol of the destruction of Britain - Kamran." Bindu nodded.

"We were teleported here inexplicably..."

"Master, stand behind me." Bindu looked serious and blocked Fujimaru Rika behind him.

In the sky, a group of bipedal flying dragons roared and flew over.

............

Bindu is an assassin capable of slaying multiple giant dragons. If there are less than a certain number of bipedal dragons, they cannot pose a threat to Bindu.

"What on earth is this place?" Fujimaru Rika was a little distressed, "Why can't I get in touch with Chaldea?"

Bindu's long sword was stained with blood.

He stood silently under the setting sun.

The world has always been sunset.

The Wyvern's body was lying on the ground, and Fujimaru Tachika had become accustomed to it.

"Master." Bindu turned his back to Tatsuka Fujimaru and looked at the stagnant sun.

"Mr. Derian?"

"This...isn't an independent space."

"Hey?"

"It's not a miniature singularity." Bindu's eyes were a little dim. "It's just a dream of a weak knight."

"Is it... a dream of a weak knight?" Fujimaru Rika seemed to understand something.

Bindu turned around, and behind him was a group of flying dragons that continued to dance from the sky.

"A knight, it's just a dream because of his regret for not being able to see victory." Bindu laughed at himself, and disappeared in place. Among the dragons of two-footed dragons, a miserable roar broke out.

Fujimaru Rika stared blankly at the knight tossing and turning in the sky, and fell into contemplation.

............

"Tell me about that time, Mr. Delion." Fujimaru Rika sat on the stone, holding her chin.

"I don't know." Bindu shook his head. "In my memory, I just threw the armor on the ground and kept fighting."

"Until... the moment when the dragon group eats it." As soon as Bindu's voice fell, wings that covered the sky appeared on the horizon.

His quiet eyes instantly became chilling, and he looked at the sky.

Fujimaru Rika patted Bindu's armor: "Go."

Bindu smiled and nodded and disappeared.

.............

"As you can see, Master." Bindu's armor was stained red with blood, which was the blood of a dragon. "As long as I'm still here, this dream will keep unfolding, and new alien species will appear."

Fujimaru Rika knew what Bindu was going to say, and the light of the setting sun against the girl's cheeks made her look extremely gentle.

Bindu didn't let himself look at the eyes that were too gentle for him, and lowered his head: "As long as the ending is repeated below... This dream should be broken."

"According to your own wishes." Fujimaru Rika showed her teeth and smiled confidently, "You can't force yourself not to fight, Bin Duqing."

Bindu was silent.

In the sky, several giant dragons appeared.

Bindu turned his head to take a look.

Facing Fujimaru Rika, he knelt down on one knee: "Then, at the mercy of the king, Master."

"Well, go, knight." The girl clenched her fists and looked at the knight, "Go and run, you must, pierce the heart of the dragon!"

Bindu, disappeared in place.

===Chapter 180 Six Redemption and Redemption===

the next day.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the past, today's Verrocchio studio is extremely deserted.

Ghirlandaio spread out on the sofa uninterested: "Botticelli and Lawrence are running for Leonardo's business, the teacher and Mr. Ludovic have been staying in the office, by the way, Perugino, this is It seems that Credy hasn't come to the studio for two days?"

"I don't know..." Perugino was very sad, and he didn't have the heart to create. He fiddled with his brushes in silence. "Maybe he was also running for Leonardo's business."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Ghirlandayo was a little annoyed: "Really, at such a critical time, I am so... powerless?"

He was miserable.

Verrocchio didn't have time to share with Ghirlandaio and Perugino the situation so far, so the two of them are still at a loss.

...in Anno's mansion.

Anno is still unable to determine whether Credy is the person behind the scenes, but based on Anno's observations of Credy these days, Credy is at least a major suspect.

Anno explained to Manrio what had happened to Leonardo and Sowart these days.

"So, Manlio, I hope you can serve as a witness, okay?" Anno looked into Manlio's eyes.

Manlio lowered his head nervously.

"Not just for my brother Leonardo, but also for... Suvart."

"I'm just asking for your own opinion, Manrio. It's just a request, and I won't force you if you don't want to face Sowart."

Manlio lowered his head and grabbed the corner of Anno's clothes.

"Lawrence, sir." Manlio was silent for a long time, but still raised his head, his body trembling slightly.

"I'm here."

"I am willing, to be present, to be a witness, Mr. Leonardo's." Manrio's voice was trembling, but he still spoke affirmatively.

"Thank you, Manlio." Anno shook Manlio's thin hand and shook it.

Manlio smiled.

He is a grateful person. When he was imprisoned by his own brother, Suwart, Manlio was almost a walking dead without thought.

Without knowledge, without resistance, without dignity.

Ten years have passed in such a muddled manner, and in the end, I can't even speak clearly.

Until I met Anno.

This gentleman with flying hair and handsome like a woman broke into Sowart's house and fished Manlio out of the abyss of the sea.

For the first time since Manlio knew it, he ate something that could be considered normal, without having to eat the leftovers that the wild dogs would not fight for; for the first time sitting at the dining table without just curling up in a damp corner; Sleep on a large, soft bed, not on hard ground, at one time.

Manlio is ignorant, ignorant of knowledge, and ignorant of society.The only people he came into contact with were Suwart and his alcoholic friend.

It is precisely because of this that apart from the fear of Suwart, Manlio is only pure.

As Anno said, those who have been redeemed will be more willing to lend a helping hand to those who are lost and redeem others.

Fedino rescued Anno in the torrential rain, and Anno rescued Manlio who was trapped in the abyss of fate. Manlio now wants to lend a helping hand to Da Vinci, who is deeply wronged.

Perhaps, this is the salvation of fate.

===Chapter 180 Seventh Truth Revealed, Crazy Credy===

A few days after Da Vinci's second trial, it finally arrived.

Verrocchio, who had a better relationship with Lorenzo de' Medici, left, making the trial completely public.

The judge was replaced by a relative of Botticelli.

This wave is as steady as an old dog.

Anno, who was sitting in the spectator position, inadvertently showed a confident smile.

In court, the lawyer Suwart hired at a cheap price could not match the experienced and informative Ludovic, not to mention the rescued Manlio also pointed out Suwart's crime in a trembling tone.

Suvart looked at Manlio with trembling and anger.

He thought that Man Rio was just unbearable to be beaten all the time and fled, and he never thought that Man Rio would be the last knife to judge him.

Da Vinci sat in a chair and wept.

The judge, one of Botticelli's older brothers, looked at Suwart kneeling on the ground with disgust and seriousness: "Suwart, can you tell me about the person who bought you and instructed you."

"God, may have pity on the lost lamb."

When Suvart heard this, he stood up abruptly, his eyes red with anger and fear.

Credy, who was also sitting in the spectator seat, was soaked with cold sweat.

He couldn't bear it any longer, jumping up and running frantically.

Suwart roared, pointing at Credy who pushed aside the crowd and fled frantically: "It's that bastard, the bastard in the same studio as Leonardo, just because I was jealous of being excellent, let me frame Leonardo, it's him !"

Anno jumped up the first time Credy fled, trying to catch Credy.

Credy had already run out of the crowd, and Anno followed closely behind.