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

"Lawrence! Don't push me!" His tone was full of panic and madness.

Anno didn't speak, just followed behind Credy with cold eyes.

In the crowd, Botticelli and several officials also rushed out.

Anno followed Credy around in Florence, Credy frantically wanted to get rid of Anno, but Anno followed Credy closely like a nightmare.

Finally, Credy chose a dead end.

This is a blocked alley.

Anno looked at Credy: "Brother Credy, why do you want to frame Leonardo?"

Credy didn't answer, just touched behind him.

He still had a bit of luck before, so he participated in Da Vinci's public trial.

But unexpectedly, he was completely plunged into the abyss.

A dagger was touched by Credy.

Anno's pupils shrank and he took a step back.

Instead, Credy took a step closer, with a hysterical expression: "Didn't you ask me why I still pay Leonardo?"

"Come, come here, Lawrence, and I'll tell you why."

Anno stood where he was, looking at Credy, who had lost his mind because of the panic.

"Because he is so good, so good, he can draw works that are not inferior to mine at all."

"Such a good person, such a good person, appears in this world and enters our studio, isn't it, is it a little bit unfair to me?" He swallowed, sweating, his eyes wandering, taking The dagger-wielding hand trembled. "So, isn't it normal for me to want him to disappear? Right, you're right, Lawrence."

Anno gritted his teeth.

He had never been like this, angry and regretful.

"You're crazy, Credy." His eyes were like the Norwegian waters, rough and cold.

===Chapter 180 Eight Cutting Long Hair===

Both Anno and Credy's force values ​​are not high, but now, Credy's hand is holding a weapon.

Anno doesn't know what he is thinking now.

Perhaps it was grief and anger that triumphed over fear.

In the original Verrocchio studio, all the members were so harmonious and beautiful. Anno naively felt that this kind of beauty could last forever, so he did not choose to leave the Verrocchio studio, but instead Rejoin in the form of a partner.

But Anno ran out for a year of travel, and just after returning, this happened.

He was puzzled, angry, and more importantly, the sadness of dashed hope.

He didn't know what to say to someone like Credy.

Verrocchio went away, everyone went away.

Credy forced Lai Lai with emotion, but a tear shed in Anno's eyes.

Anno picked up the wooden stick leaning against the wall and greeted Credy.

Although Credy was excited, he was still more afraid.

The two were so clumsy and rude to fight.

Although the stick was long, Anno was someone who had never fought before. After a few minutes of fighting, the stronger Credy cut Anno's arm and threw the stick aside.

Credy smiled distortedly: "Haha, I always feel that you are omnipotent, Lawrence, you know."

"Although we came into the studio later than us, but he walked ahead of everyone and earned more than everyone, why, why?!" Credy growled hysterically, "Damn you, Damn you! You're the same as Leonardo! Damn!"

"You shouldn't be alive!" Credy rushed up frantically, brandishing the dagger.

Anno is not a fool either. Although he hates Credy, he will never just stand still.

However, the long hair he took care of was dragging him down at this moment.

Credy grabbed Anno's hair.

"Uh." Anno groaned and was forced to stand on the spot.

Seizing the opportunity, Credy didn't talk nonsense at all, and swung the dagger directly at Anno.

"Stop!" Botticelli finally came and shouted.

In desperation, Anno, who was a little desperate, stomped on the ground reluctantly.

The dagger fell in vain.

With black hair flying in the air, both Credy and Anno were stunned.

Anno's long hair, which had been growing for four years, was cut off by Credy, leaving only the length of his shoulder blades.

An Nuo looked at the hair that fell on the ground and fluttered in the air.

Credy wanted to swing the knife again, but Botticelli finally rushed over, super brave, not afraid of Credy's dagger, and kicked Credy in the stomach.

Perhaps it was also anger, Botticelli's kick directly kicked Credy against the wall.

Credy was kicked a little dry, and the two accompanying officials quickly brought Credy under control.

"Hey, Lawrence! Be awake!" Botticelli shook Anno, who was still standing there.

The blood was left on the ground along Anno's left hand, and the ground was already dyed red.

In recent days, I have been running around day and night, violent mood swings, and now the wound.

Anno was finally unable to support it.

His eyes darkened and he fell softly to the ground.

"Hey, Lawrence, cheer up!" Botticelli was startled, and hurriedly hugged Anno who had passed out.

===Chapter 180 IX When fire meets water, it's time to leave===

Anno woke up in his own bed.

Looking at the already familiar ceiling, Anno suddenly felt a little funny.

Sure enough, I was looking forward to perfection or something... Have you always been smooth sailing after being rescued by Uncle Fedino, but lost the sense of crisis?

Leonardo should have been released by now...

Anno's left arm was wrapped in cloth, and he was still in pain.

He sat up with his right hand, feeling his lips a little dry.

crunch--

The door to Anno's bedroom was opened from the outside.

Entering was the little boy Manlio, the younger brother of the criminal Sowart.

"Lawrence, sir, you're awake." Manlio came up happily. He seemed to be in good spirits, and his skin disease was almost cured.

"Well." Anno nodded, expressionless.

"Lawrence." Verrocchio followed behind Manrio.

"Has Leonardo been released?" Anno asked impatiently when he saw Verrocchio.

Verrocchio pulled over a chair, sat beside Anno, and patted Anno on the shoulder: "Don't worry, those who should be punished have been punished, and those who have been wronged have seen the light of day again. "

As soon as Verrocchio finished speaking, Da Vinci walked in.

He slammed on Anno: "Lawrence!"

Anno was startled, and quickly withdrew his injured left hand behind him: "Wow, Leonardo, what are you doing!"

Da Vinci raised his head, a little haggard, but his eyes were filled with incomparable spirit.

"Thank you...Thank you, Lawrence." Da Vinci only felt that he had countless words of gratitude to say, but when he saw Anno's bloodless face with deep bags under his eyes , The choked Da Vinci only said two thanks.

Then, Da Vinci lay on Anno's body and cried.

He is also a teenager, and he has almost never experienced strong winds and waves. When he was rudely taken into prison by a group of officials, he only felt that his life was about to collapse.

However, he was saved.

Lawrence, Verrocchio, Botticelli, and Manrio who just met.

Anno sighed, forced a smile, and patted Da Vinci's back with his right hand.

Then, after thinking for a while, he raised his head and looked at Verrocchio: "Teacher...I think, quit Verrocchio's studio."

Verrocchio was not surprised at all, and answered neatly: "Yes."

Anno smiled in relief, and Verrocchio nodded to him: "I have long wanted to propose that your talents and skills have surpassed me as a teacher, and opening a studio of your own is a good idea. Good choice."

Da Vinci was stunned, why did Lawrence leave Verrocchio's studio if he didn't agree?

"Lawrence, why?" Da Vinci murmured.

Anno looked out the window and sighed: "Maybe... I want to think more about myself."

The real answer, perhaps only Verrocchio and Anno know.

Credy, the name, was deeply engraved in the minds of the two of them.

Anno was just a little disheartened.

It was as if a passionate flame had been sprayed with ice water.

"All in all, although Lawrence left the studio, doesn't he still live here?" Verrocchio comforted Da Vinci.

"Okay..." Da Vinci, who knew little about the truth, still didn't understand why they seemed relaxed even though Lawrence had left Verrocchio's studio.

===Chapter 190 Unexpected Please===