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

"What I want is not a lofty and noble ideal, but I just don't want tragedy to happen to me again."

"Well, Dad is the best!" Adrosson kissed Anno.

"You will be the best too!" Anno patted Adrosson's head and said with a smile.

......

The next morning, Anno set off, and only Luslan was with him.

After about ten days, the master and servant finally came to Vienna.

Anno only stayed here, and returned to Florence with regret and despair.

Those great professors are indeed knowledgeable, and Anno has learned a lot from their contact with them. However, in the face of the symptoms of Simonetta given by Anno, these highly respected and knowledgeable professors have nothing to do.

Powerless, powerless, powerless.

This feeling has always lingered in Anno's mind.

He is a very demanding person and hates this feeling of powerlessness very much.

And after returning to Florence, the bad news happened.

In the middle of Anno's carriage return journey, Julius's wife, the first beauty of Florence, the beautiful 15-year-old girl, Simonetta, has passed away.

Anno only had time to attend Simonetta's funeral.

Neither Giulias nor Lorenzo blamed Anno, after all, Simonetta's situation was obvious to both of them.

But Anno clenched his fists as he watched Giulias hold Simonetta's tombstone in pain.

There were many people at the funeral. In addition to many of Anno's acquaintances, such as Verrocchio and several brothers from the studio, there were many other onlookers.

After all, it is quite rare to have consecutive weddings and funerals within a year.

The death of Uncle Fedino made Anno truly realize the horror of death.

Aunt Anna's departure made Anno decide to study medicine to avoid this terrible tragedy.

And Simonetta's death made Anno feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

===Chapter 210 Six I dissected a chicken===

November 1476.

The sky over Florence was cloudy, just like a man's mood.

There are not only regrets and grief that could not save beautiful lives, but also deep doubts about themselves.

People who have never experienced failure are prone to this mindset.

Verrocchio has gotten a little fatter in the past two years. He said hello to Harry and walked up to the rooftop of Anno's mansion, looking at the somewhat lonely back.

He remembered the unwilling young man clenching his fists and clenching his teeth at the funeral of Madame Simonetta yesterday.

With a sigh, the teacher walked over to the students.

"Simonetta she... died."

Anno raised his head and glanced at Verrocchio, with a low tone: "Well."

Verrocchio smacked his mouth, sat next to Anno, and patted the talented student on the shoulder.

"You don't have to blame yourself, Lawrence."

"I...just feel myself, kinda..."

"Don't feel it." Verrocchio slammed Anno's head with his calloused hand.

Anno seemed to be frightened: "Teacher, you..."

Verrocchio sent the killer directly: "Harry is worried about you."

When Anno heard this, he froze in place and opened his mouth, Aba Aba.

"The departure of that little girl Simonetta is something none of us want to see, Lawrence, not just you."

"I heard that you did everything for that little girl. You tried your best, but you didn't do it. You can lament or be sad." Verrocchio adjusted Anno's untidy collar with helpless eyes. "But you can't be decadent, even for a while, because you have Harry, you have Adrosson, understand?"

"...Simonetta, I asked Lorenzo about it." Verrocchio stood up and looked at the Lorenzo Palace in the center of the city, "Her situation...even if Even if God comes, it cannot be saved, we are only mortals and mortals who are a little more talented than mortals, how can we take her back from the hands of death?"

Anno raised his head and glanced at Harley who was standing at the door of the rooftop holding Adrosson. Looking at Harley's worried eyes, she suddenly felt a little guilty.

The man swallowed, stood up, and came to his wife's side: "Harry, forgive me, I shouldn't..."

Harry smiled gently, that's who she is: "I don't blame you, honey."

In the face of his wife who understood him, Anno couldn't say anything.

He took a deep breath and pulled out a smile.

"I need to regroup, dear." With such a wife, Anno only felt that he was the luckiest person in the world, and he suddenly felt that his sense of defeat because he had not rescued Madame Simonetta disappeared.

In fact, Harry is just a guide, and Anno's own self-regulation ability is quite strong.

Verrocchio on the sidelines:  …

Anno looked at his beautiful wife and wondered if he should do something.

He took Adrosson, held his wife and children's hand, and walked down with a smile: "In order to improve the mood of our family, I decided to cook in person for the rare occasion!"

Adrosson was jumping up and down with joy.

The Totally Forgotten Verrocchio: ... bad luck!

The chubby teacher sat sadly on the rooftop, looking at the sky that was beginning to clear, and wanted to cry without tears.

"It's...what's the matter!"

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

Verrocchio went home cursing, and didn't stay at Anno's for dinner.

Anno had a black question mark on his face.

But that doesn't matter. Anno let Manrio sleep by himself today, and Anno made up for his wife's worries and sadness during this time.

Simonetta's departure did not cause a splash. The brothers Lorenzo and Giulias were also sensible people. They knew that Anno was not to blame for this, and they did not choose to embarrass Anno.

But the relationship between several people must have been stabbed into a thorn, like a thorn in the throat.

Anno went to Lorenzo's Palace much less often as a guest minister.

He is also thinking about a problem.

Was his decision to give up the autopsy because he didn't want to get blood on his hands too childish and hasty?

After thinking about this issue for a long time, Anno made up his mind.

He bought a chicken.

Anno, who had never killed an animal before, hesitated for a long time before killing the chicken with a knife.

As Anno's assistant, Harry helped Anno record some information and data, while Anno, holding a pen with bloody hands, drew the anatomy of the chicken.

Anno didn't know what the meaning of doing this was, but he still maintained a serious attitude and completed this cruel task.

Harley is also very hard, but she will always support her lover, even if he is wrong.

After the dissection, the two kissed gently.

This time, Anno recorded all the structures of the big rooster, including the head, feathers, internal organs, bones, etc., on paper. The couple looked at the complete manuscript and smiled lightly and heavily.

It's easy because it finally doesn't have to be bloody anymore, and it's heavy because the picture just now cast a little psychological shadow on both of them.

Neither Anno nor Harry had killed a single animal. The other rich and nobles liked to hunt, and Anno had never been involved.

Today, it is a precedent.

The husband and wife were lying on the bed, with Adrosson in the middle already asleep, but both of them stared at the ceiling with wide eyes.

Tonight, these two are doomed to not be able to sleep.

......

Luslan's Diary, Florence, Italy, 1476 December 12.

I feel as if I have gained a little bit of myself.

I am an individual named "Ruslan", made for the act of "seeing".

I have been with this "Anno" for a long time.

But I can't understand a lot of his behavior.

Incomprehensible.

Why can't I understand?

It doesn't matter.

I wasn't created as a human being, and feelings, maybe it doesn't matter, as long as I have the ability to "see".

But...I also do seem to gain a little...something like ego?

Otherwise, why would I be thinking so complicatedly?

Really annoying, really annoying.

Is this a sequelae of imitating people?

The old butler imitated Anno and recorded some things with a pen.

Then again, why can't I be born with myself?

The disguised spiritual eyes faded, and there was a trace of thought in the coldness and rationality.

Abandoning other issues, I and the me "at that time" have obviously changed.

Since that one didn't take action to remind me, perhaps it's best to just let it go.

Ah, thinking is so tiring, the standard housekeeping job is much easier than this.

I kind of miss that time.