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

Anno looked haggard, and Da Vinci sighed involuntarily.

"Take a break, Lawrence, you are a little too tired, there will definitely be problems at this rate." Da Vinci was a little worried about Anno's situation.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Anno kissed Adrosson.

The atmosphere between father and son is very harmonious.

Adrosson's lanugo has grown a little normal hair color, and it seems that he inherited Harry's hair color.

"You are the most precious piece of jewelry in my life, the most perfect piece of work, my child." Anno looked at Adrosson and muttered sincerely.

Harry also came out of the room and leaned over beside her husband and children.

Da Vinci couldn't help laughing: "This child's parents are so beautiful, and they will definitely not look bad in the future."

Anno handed Adrosson to Harry and looked at Da Vinci with a smile: "Leonardo, I want to ask you something."

"You said, Lawrence." Da Vinci nodded with emotion.

Time is a terrifying force, which everyone understands.

Annuo had talked with him at the beginning that he would never get married if he was beaten to death, and now his children are full moons.

Harry sat on the chair with Adrosson in his arms, Anno straightened his hair and stood beside him, all three of the family looked at Da Vinci.

"I hope you can paint a picture for us."

Da Vinci nodded, and now his level can draw independently: "No problem."

Harry and Anno smiled at each other.

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

Around Naples.

The plague has restarted here, and the panic has been going on for a long time.

Black Death.

This is a word that scares many people.

The horrific divine punishment that killed the Pope's dark rule in the last century also killed half of Europe.

Be it commoners, nobles, or clergy.

Death is fair, and the death caused by the epidemic will not let anyone in sight.

A few years ago, a ship sailing back to Naples brought this terrible disease to the city again.

The actual controller of Naples acted decisively and issued a grounding order, prohibiting anyone from going out, and all daily necessities were distributed by the government.

But although this prevented the spread of the Black Death, the population who had already suffered from the Black Death was directly trapped in the house and wailing and waiting to die.

Everyone panicked, and the whole city went silent.

Moreover, in this era of extremely poor execution, local governments cannot carry out fully effective control at all.

A businessman left Naples in a hurry, trying to escape from this hell and go to other cities to do business.

But he didn't notice.

On his ankle, a small insect was sucking his blood.

At the same time, transporting something into his body...

......

Ruslan spent a month shopping abroad, and finally spent all the money Anno gave him.

The instruction Anno gave him at the beginning was to spend the money and buy as many books as he could, and the private manuscripts of those professors in the university were the best.

Ruslan came back with an old face in black.

This trip, in order to get these books, he really shaved his face clean.

Anno hugged his old housekeeper: "Thank you for your hard work, Ruslan."

Lu Silan immediately put on his smile again: "It's okay, sir, as your servant, it is right for me to help you share your worries."

Anno patted Ruslan on the shoulder.

After Aunt Anna passed away, he began to pay more and more attention to the group of people around him, including Ruslan, the old housekeeper who had served him for many years.

"If you or your family members are ill in the future, you can come to me after I finish my studies." Anno looked at Luslan sincerely.

Ruslan:  …

No, I have to run away.

What if he finds out...

But he still bowed respectfully: "Thank you sir."

"Well, let's go into the house and let some footmen move the book to my bedroom and put it on my bookshelf."

"understood."

......

Manlio sat alone in the studio, empty and quiet.

He hasn't come out of the truth that Aunt Anna has left.

When Aunt Anna passed away, the person who felt the most deeply, besides Anno and Verrocchio, was Manrio.

Perhaps because of the tragic past, Manlio cherishes his own emotions, whether it is other people's feelings for himself or his own feelings for others.

Aunt Anna loves Manlio very much. To Aunt Anna, Anno is like an adult son who has grown up and is independent and confident, while Manlio is a young son who is still growing up.

Manlio sat on the seat, tears did not flow down, but remained in the corners of his eyes.

crunch--

The door opened.

Manlio looked at the person coming.

"Manlio." Anno said softly.

"Teacher." Manlio wiped away his tears and forced himself to show a smile that didn't look like a smile.

"Don't hide your sadness, kid." Although Manrio is 19 years old this year, he is only 1.5 meters tall. It seems that he can't continue to grow taller, and his mentality is childish. Annuo called him The child is perfectly fine.

"But Aunt Anna." Manlio couldn't imagine why God would let such a gentle and kind old woman return to the arms of the Lord.

"I won't let this happen again, Manlio." Anno said in a low voice, gritted his teeth.

He is a conceited genius.

What he wants to do has to be perfect.

Anno comforted Manlio to go back to his bedroom and open a book on medical introductory.

===Chapter 210 Simonetta===

Anno began to learn medical skills without letting go of his business.

In Anno's view, medical skills are much more difficult than medical skills, at least in Anno's view.

There is more theoretical knowledge in medicine, and more things need to be memorized by rote.

But there is one thing.

Anno is a genius, and although he often humbly denies it, it is in fact recognized.

And genius, can not be evaluated with the eyes of ordinary people.

Drawing, painting, engraving, jewelry, jewelry, tailoring, costume design, sugar cane farming, sugar making, ideas...

Almost every field that Anno dabbles in can be regarded as proficient.

There are countless masterpieces of sketches, oil paintings and sculptures. Jewelry is Anno's main occupation. Needless to say, costume design and tailoring even directly created a new style of clothing with his wife Hallie, benefiting the whole of Florence, sugarcane Needless to say about planting and sugar making, Anno has also written philosophy books that Verrocchio is full of praise...

So Anno is confident, even conceited.

Anno is a person who doesn't like to push himself too hard.

But if you can make a person feel afraid, no matter how lazy people are, they will be full of energy.

Anno really didn't want to experience the feeling when Aunt Anna left.

Harry walked into the room with Adrosson in his arms, looked at Anno who was leaning on the head of the bed to read by candlelight, and couldn't help laughing: "I haven't seen you so involved in one thing for a long time. Well, Lawrence."

Anno saw his wife, pulled her over, and kissed her gently: "I'm a more ambitious person, you know, my dear."

Harry put the sleeping Adrosson aside in a crib that Manlio had made himself.

Anno hugged his wife. The two have been married for many years, and it seems that they are still in the same emotional state as when they first got married, and they are extremely loving.

"How long has Adrosson been sleeping?"

"Just fell asleep."

The couple looked at Adrosson, Anno said involuntarily, "This child is the most exquisite jewelry I have ever made."

Harry held her husband's face and smiled, "Is it more delicate than the love of a goddess?"

The love of the goddess is a token of love between the two, which was treasured by Harley. That kind of precious and heavy jewelry, it is easy to feel cervical soreness when wearing it on the neck.

"It's even more refined." An Nuo nodded, very confident, "Do you like this jewelry?"

"This is the most shining embellishment in my life, Lawrence." Harry also answered without a doubt.

Because of the good nutrition, Adrosson looks chubby and has long eyelashes, which is very cute.

He lay quietly in the crib, breathing evenly, like a bud after the rain, a flower bud waiting to be released.

Adrosson can only see that he should have inherited his mother's hair color now, but his pupil color seems to have inherited his father's, pure black pupil.

Harry's pupils were the same burgundy red as his hair, with a lingering sense of elegance.

"Our child will definitely be more beautiful than his mother and better than his father in the future." Anno held his wife's hand and looked at his son.

"Yeah." Harry had no doubts about that.