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

Anno didn't know about Credy's fate, and didn't want to.

He left Verrocchio's studio, in fact, he just said a word, and then came a little less.

After this incident, Da Vinci became a lot more silent, but he was more devoted to art study.

A few days later, Anno announced the establishment of his own studio.

Some of the dignitaries and friends Anno knew came to Anno's mansion. Anno also took this opportunity to sell the works he painted and the jewelry he made during his travels, and returned his blood for himself. .

A while ago, he almost emptied his liquidity for the Da Vinci thing.

Manrio was arranged by Annuo as an apprentice in his studio. He was 14 years old. Although he was short, it was not suitable for him to be sent to an orphanage or a church, so Annuo chose to keep this poor boy in his own home. around.

Time, once again entered the winter rain.

XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

Anno was sitting in front of the mirror, fixing his hair.

His hair was chopped off by Credy, after which he opted to grow his hair long again.

It was pouring rain outside the window, and Manrio was sitting in front of the drawing board on the other side.

Manlio has an unexpected talent for painting, and Anno became a teacher for the first time, teaching the student himself.

Manlio has an excellent talent for the sense of space. He answered Anno's question with a smile: "Maybe it's because I've been locked in a room for a long time, I'm more sensitive to edges and corners."

After Anno established his own studio, the orders kept coming, and he was a little tired.

crunch--

The door to Lawrence's studio was pushed open.

"Leonardo, you..." Anno thought it was Da Vinci who came to visit every three days, but when he looked back, he turned out to be a familiar figure.

A young girl stood quietly and looked at Lawrence Anno sitting in a chair.

"Hello, Mr. Lawrence." Halle Bahar Guli Owes stood at the door with a standard and formal aristocratic smile and bowed slightly to Anno.

Anno was a very famous and capable man, and was respected and respected by many nobles and officials.

Anno stood up and simply returned the salute: "Hello, Miss Halle."

"Does that bother you?"

"Please come in."

"Thank you." Harry shook his head, shook off the water droplets on his clothes, and walked into the studio.

The furnishings of Lawrence Studio and Verrocchio Studio are generally similar, but Anno separates a single room here, and there are relatively high-end sofas and tables for negotiating orders with customers.

"Manlio, go and ask Mr. Ruslan to bring two cups of tea." Anno said to Manlio.

Ruslan was his butler.

"Okay, teacher." Manlio no longer stutters, and has also learned to write, except that he is afraid that he will not grow up, and now he is very sunny.

Anno nodded and led Harry into the parlour.

"Miss Halle, is there any new order for this visit?" Anno smiled politely.

Harry shook his head: "This visit is not for the order, Mr. Lawrence."

"Then...?" Annuo was a little stunned, he really didn't know what else he needed from these nobles besides the order.

The standard smile on Harry's face suddenly disappeared, and it was a trace of loneliness and reluctance.

"I wanted to talk to you, Mr. Lawrence, if you could be a designer for my tailor's shop."

===Chapter 190 Harley's Experience===

Anno pondered: "The designer..."

He leaned on the back of the sofa and looked at Harley, who was a little lonely and hopeful: "What does Miss Harley mean? Do you want to hire me to work for you? If so, please forgive me for not being able to agree. ."

Butler Ruslan put the tea on the coffee table, nodded to Anno, and backed out.

Harry sat quietly in her place, with a well-behaved posture and a sad expression on her face, looking at herself reflected in the tea.

Anno picked up the teacup, took a sip, and waited for Harry's next words.

Harry picked up the teacup and drank it.

She looked at Anno: "Mr. Lawrence, you have a good reputation in Florence, and you are willing to risk your own safety for your friends."

"I, need your help, can I... can trust you?" Harry's wine-red waterfall hair looked a little dry, no longer as shiny as before.

Anno looked at Harry.

I can't help but think of the first time I saw this amazing soul by the river.

That advanced and novel idea brought him a lot of thinking.

He sighed, stood up, and shouted to the door: "Manlio, you go upstairs first!"

"Okay, teacher." Manlio's voice came, and he always obeyed Anno's words.

Anno sat back on the sofa, put his arms on his knees, and looked into Harry's eyes: "This conversation is only between you and me, Miss Harry, and no third person will know."

Hallie smiled awkwardly: "Actually, it's not a serious matter...but thank you anyway, Mr. Lawrence."

"No thanks." Anno smiled and shook his head.

"I... actually escaped from the house." Harry was dark and gloomy, and his hands were crossed uncomfortably, "My parents... Baron Owes in Florence, think, marry me."

Anno raised his eyebrows: "How old is Miss Halle this year?"

"I am this year," Harry replied.

"As far as I know, women nowadays are all married before the age of 16. Why does Miss Halle refuse marriage and run out of the house?"

Harry sighed: "I am the daughter of a noble and can only marry a noble... This is the rule among nobles."

"When I get married, the only purpose of my existence is to help my husband manage the property, bear and raise children... that's not what I want." Harry clenched his fists, "The life I want is to live every day. I can go for a walk by the river, and there is no servant to follow me closely to monitor my communication, and it is free."

"So, I escaped."

Anno's eyes were full of surprise and admiration.

He couldn't help but admire: "You are a woman with pursuit."

"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Lawrence."

"When I ran out of the house...with very little money, I found a friend of mine. She is not a noble, but she owns a tailor shop."

"It's just that her tailor shop is not very popular. It was already the limit to support herself. Her husband is a soldier and he can't meet each other all the year round, so."

"So you found me, hoping to hire me to design clothes for clothing stores to make more money, right?" Anno smiled.

Harry nodded nervously, "That's right, Mr. Lawrence, so what's your answer?"

===Chapter 190 Discussion and Analysis of Parents' Practices===

Anno didn't answer right away, just picked up the teacup and took a sip.

He sighed: "Miss Halle, although I appreciate your choice of self-improvement for the sake of freedom, please forgive me for not being able to respond to this offer."

Harry was a little lost, lowered his head, and could see that he was very aggrieved.

"Actually, I'm just like you, Miss Halle." Anno stood up, walked to the window, looked at the street outside, and watched the pedestrians coming and going, "I advocate freedom, love freedom, and pursue that A feeling of freedom and freedom."

"Then why Mr. Lawrence..." Harry raised his head and asked urgently and suspiciously.

Anno interrupted Harry's words: "It is precisely because I also pursue freedom, so I cannot give up my own freedom for the freedom of others."

Harry looked at Anno with his back to the sun, and nodded in frustration and distress: "I... I was abrupt, sorry, Mr. Lawrence."

Anno touched his chin and sighed: "It's been a few months since I set up my own studio, these few months, to be honest... Although I earn a lot of flora, to be honest, it's quite boring. ."

"The whole life is only fulfilling orders. This kind of life-sounds terrible." Anno's tone contained a helpless smile.

"Although I say that I am pursuing freedom, how can I truly be free when I walk in society? Just myself, I can portray countless cages for myself."

Harry looked at Anno who had already sat back on the sofa and looked at the ceiling absentmindedly, feeling quite emotional.

"I understand why Miss Halle approached me as a designer... because of the dress I designed two years ago."

Harry nodded silently.

That dress made her famous and a source of trouble.

Because Harley, who was wearing that dress to attend the banquet, was so stunningly beautiful, more and more nobles and young men came to discuss marriage.

However, although Harry didn't like the effect of the dress, she loved the dress itself.

It is precisely because of this dress that Halle truly recognized the ability of this man, Lawrence Anno Falgo.

From not being able to tailor, to learning to tailor, to designing solutions and specific tailoring.

It only took more than a month to design a new structure, a new style and extremely cumbersome clothing, and more importantly, it is beautiful and convenient.

Anno bowed his head and thought: "You can see my ability, I'm very happy, Miss Halle, but if it is to become a designer, I really can't agree."

"..." Harry grabbed the corner of her skirt, tears of disappointment in her eyes.

"I have another plan, I don't know if Miss Halle can accept it." Anno shook his finger.

Harry raised his head and was a little stunned, not realizing what Anno was referring to.

"I won't be a costume designer for you and your friend's tailor shop, because I can't give up my life, but I can provide you with drawings."

"Drawings?" Harry's stunned eyes recovered.

Anno nodded: "Yes, drawings. Drawings designed by me."

"Specifically." Harry came to be interested.

"Can you find out what kind of customers your friend's tailor shop is facing? That is, what class are the people who come to buy clothes?" Annuo and a few years ago have changed dramatically. Now Anno is chatty and wise. .